Chapter Four

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Catherine called in a favour from the dayshift supervisor for their DNA and Trace Tech to fill in for David and Wendy as Catherine wanted to give the two techs the rest of their shift off. Begrudgingly the Day shift supervisor agreed and called in her two techs, who came in very unenthusiastically.

"I hate that you did this to me Catherine! You are not being very professional." Katrine Allison told her angrily.

"And I told you that your extracurricular activities were inappropriate and that you would owe me a favour for not going to Ecklie. " Catherine replied.

"I hate blackmailers."

"Katrine, you did something similar to me a few years back so don't play victim."

Katrine snorted angrily and slammed out of Catherine's office.

Meanwhile at Franks…

"You've been very quiet all through this meal." David said softly.

"I am very upset about this whole thing. I don't want to leave Vegas or CSI or YOU, but … I have to."

"Wendy you are 38 years old, a full grown woman, great job, great life – we were going to start our life together…" he began.

"I suppose marriage was going to be our next step" she said half-smiling as she sipped her wine.

"Uhm down the road when we were mutually ready, yes that's eventually where it was heading." He replied.

Wendy's phone rang, she checked the caller ID. It was a New York area code. She paled.

"What?" David said.

"I must get this. Excuse me."

"Hello."

"Are you packed yet?"

"I am not leaving Vegas for another few days mother, I will call you when I'm ready to leave."

"You are flying out of Vegas tomorrow at 6:00am sharp."

"Mother I am still working here in Vegas, I cannot just up and leave. I do have to give more notice – I only told Catherine this morning!"

"You must come home as directed Wendy, no more arguing."

"If you don't mind I am not going to be on that plane tomorrow morning. I will be on the plane next week after I have finished my business here. It is bad enough you are dragging me to New York like this but to pre-arrange my flight is uncalled for. Good bye mother and I will see you in a week."

Wendy hung up. David's face was showing sadness and slight annoyance.

"Why are you being forced to return home Wendy?"

Wendy heaved her shoulders and told the love of her life the reason.

"My parents never liked that I moved out on my own. They always assumed that I would marry a nice boy out of high school and have children right away. They were old fashioned individuals that way. I turned eighteen and left home to attend school , all paid for on my dime as since they didn't believe in college for girls they basically refused to pay. They even evidently had a husband picked out for me. Ha ha!" she stopped and took a breath. "They had high hopes for my sister Janice who is a few years younger than me but she is also well educated and went on to college. By the time Janice was that age, they amended their tune a bit. They also wanted her to get married and have kids. She is married and has been trying for children for the past four years to no avail. …"

She stopped.

"They want you to be a surrogate for your sister?" David asked.

"No. Janice and her husband ultimately divorced after they couldn't get pregnant and they blamed Janice 100%. Janice tried to end her life and is now in a hospital recovering from her injuries."

David couldn't believe it. "Your sister and her husband tried over and over to have a baby and couldn't. They blamed Janice so she tried to end her life? Doesn't the husband have a part in this – I mean it could be him!"

Wendy smiled thinly. "By the time the testing was done on both of them. The damage was already done and it was the husband. He had a few things wrong with him in that area. Janice was fine in that sense."

"So why are you needed."

"Mom and dad demand grandchildren. They found someone for me and are demanding grandchildren and they told me that if I didn't do as they say they'd cut me off entirely."

A/N: I know this is kinda silly – but don't worry i have a method to where I am going with this ...