Warning: This is a slash romance between two men. This chapter rated M for sexual situation. If you are uncomfortable with it, please don't read. This chapter contains a weird argument regarding OJ Simpson and the murders he was accused of. And no, I haven't read the book. So if you don't like OJ, skip over it. But you'd be missing a pretty good theory.
Disclaimer: I only own the things that don't belong to CBS.
A/N: It's been a while since I've updated. It's difficult when the story is all mapped out in your head. I actually had to make story notes for this one to keep the mini-branches straight (oops spoiler alert 8p). I'm going to have to make some for my other stories too- lots going on in my mind. Thanks to Chrissy for my review. I forget to ask for reviews but they are always welcome. Chrissy said something in the review that made me think; she thought Warrick contacted Nick by phone instead of DVD. But it gave me an idea for Warrick to get in touch with Nick and after I found this other Fanfic 100 list, it just clicked. I have two Fanfic 100 lists and I've been trying to incorporate some into my works of art. I found further inspiration for this chapter on www (dot) jesmaine (dot) tripod (dot) com/mswworkshop (dot) html. If I remember correctly the "msw" stands for the show "Murder She Wrote". Well Angela Lansbury's pictures were all over the site. I used to watch that when I was a kid on Sunday afternoons. Maybe I'll post both lists on my profile and people can copy/print, write and share. If you want a copy of either before I post them, please send a PM. I'll call the list for this prompt Fanfic 100 #2. Oh the parts in complete italics are Nick's thoughts.
Chapter 4: Cell phone (Fanfic 100 #73)
It had been a month and a half since Nick had heard anything from Warrick. He's probably really busy, Nick thought, fighting crime and stuff. Nick of course was concerned, but he had to come to the realization that Warrick wouldn't be able to contact him at the drop of hat. He was anxious, yearning to hear his voice, wanting to believe that he was safe. At first, it seemed like he watched the DVD everyday, just to hear Warrick's voice. He needed it. He eventually engrained the voice in his head. He also found some old pictures he had taken, scanned them and put them on his phone. No one would ever know; he rarely let anyone use his phone. It would look like he was checking e-mail, Facebook, twitter or something. Besides, there were plenty of pictures already taken with the camera phone.
From time to time he would look at his phone, taking a glance when he thought no one was looking, a private moment. He would smile, sometimes inward, most times outward. Each time he'd wonder what Warrick was doing. He was sitting on the bench in the hall, sipping his coffee. This time, his private moment was being disturbed by an argument in the hall.
"Don't be an idiot Sanders! There's no way in hell this perp could have stabbed and killed, both of these people at the same time without someone fighting back or getting away. It doesn't make sense." The words came from the mouth of Lab Tech Hodges.
"Oh please? You do work here, right? Two words- OJ Simpson." Greg replied.
"Seriously?" Hodges laughed "OJ? OJ Simpson? That's your scientific reasoning? What, you read his book or something?"
"No, I didn't. But we never take into consideration human intimidation as a part of science. And here's two more words for you, divide and conquer." Hodges stopped in his tracks, with his arms across his chest. Ray stuck his head out of the lab, This I must hear, he thought.
"Ok, let's hear it."
"The only way OJ could have stabbed both people at the same time was to intimidate, or hurt one person enough to stay. If you debilitate one person quickly enough and deep enough, it can give you enough time to debilitate the other."
"Makes a little sense. Who do you think was stabbed first?"Greg saw Sara and asked her to come join them in the hall.
"You guys stand together and I'll be the killer."He positioned them. "I think Mr. Chang was stabbed first. He's the husband; he would have tried to protect his wife. If I came up to you like this," he said, lunging forward "and maybe pushed you, what would you do?"
"Probably stand in front of her," Hodges demonstrated, "Or put my arm out to protect her", he said placing his right arm in front Sara.
"Either position leaves Mr. Chang's entire chest, left side and neck wide open. He stands between them. Divide." Greg pushed them apart then made a stabbing motion, to Hodge's neck and chest at the heart. "Doesn't matter which stab wound was first; they're both main points. He bleeds out quickly. Hurt him first, he can't help her and she's too scared to leave. Look at this," he said, pointing to the drawings from the ME's report. "He was stabbed in the chest and both sides of the neck."
"He falls," Hodges falls. "Killer then stabs the wife at a main point." Sara falls. "When she falls, it makes it easier to go back and forth stabbing each of them," he made alternating stabbing positions. "And, if you stab them at a main artery point first, you wouldn't have to stab that many times. Two to four at the most. The majority of the damage has already been done. Conquer." The "victims" both stood up.
"So, genius, is our killer a lefty or righty?" Sara asked.
"Ambidextrous, I think, but probably used his right hand more. Stabbing takes a lot of force and the marks are clean, not jagged. Mr. Chang's first wound, definitely right hand. Mrs. Chang's probably left." Catherine clapped her hands at Greg's presentation in the hall.
"Very interesting theory, Mr. Sanders, divide and conquer" Ray said.
"Very. Now let's set up some dummies and prove it." Catherine insisted.
"Oh, dibs on the knife!" Greg said running to the recreation lab.
"Hey, no fair! You already had your chance to stab." Hodges said running after him.
"Not too much of a mess you guys." Catherine called after them.
"Maybe I'll go supervise?" Sara said, walking after them.
"Please do." Catherine said as she was handed a piece of paper. "I guess that leaves you two for this B & E." She handed the address to Ray, as he was standing closer.
"Sure thing." Ray said, pulling out his glasses to view the address. The stepped back inside the lab to hang up his lab coat. "Mr. Stokes?" He caught Nick off guard.
"Huh? Oh, yeah I'm ready." He placed his phone back in its case as Dr. Ray handed him the keys. "Oh, I don't mind if you drive. It's cool with me." No mindless music tonight, he thought. Dr. Ray was somewhat glad he and Nick were going out to this call together. The last few weeks had been really busy at the lab and he didn't have the chance to talk with him the way he wanted.
He waited until they were out of the parking lot to start the conversation. Nick didn't mind riding with the doctor. Ray liked listening to jazz; Nick wasn't ready to buy any CDs or download any of the songs from iTunes but he did find himself on occasion listening to the jazz station after having a hard shift and needed help sleeping. Hey, it was better than getting drunk and passing out. But before Ray could start, Nick started.
"Can you believe Greg and Hodges?" He said laughing. "That had to be one of the funniest interactions I've ever seen them have. Hodges hates when someone tries to one-up him."
"Well, Sanders did have an interesting theory. Made more sense then I thought it would actually."
"Yeah, same here. The recreation lab is gonna be mess."
"Yes, I believe it will be." The sounds of saxophonist Dave Koz momentarily filled the SUV's silence. The song sounded familiar to Nick, he couldn't think of why. Just then, Nick's phone rang. He took it out to look at the screen, wanting to make sure it wasn't Catherine calling. The screen said "private caller" and showed no number.
"Private caller. Hope it's important enough for them to leave a message; I don't answer numbers I don't know."He put the phone back in the case and felt a buzz indicating that there was a voicemail left. "Well, message left. I'll check it later."
"I'm actually glad we got sent out on this call. I haven't really had the chance to talk with you lately. Have you heard from Mr. Brown?"
"No, and it concerns me. I know he can't talk to me whenever he wants, but I would like to know if he was safe and well."
"No new DVDs huh?"
"Nope. But you know I can feel his presence. I can tell he's been 'around' you know what I mean?"
"Checking up on you so to speak?"
"Yeah. I don't mind, I just wish I could catch a glimpse of him."
"You know, if you hung out on the strip you might see him breeze through."Nick chuckled.
"Yea, him and everybody else."
They soon arrived at the house of the reported break in. Brass met them and gave them an update. He was leaving another detective with them; he was being called to another scene.
"Never a dull night in Vegas fellas. Let me know what you find." He said as he got in his car.
Nick started fingerprinting the car and Ray started at the back, the point of entry to the house. The family showed Ray where the missing items were and he was able to find a few fingerprints. Not much trace left behind by these robbers. As Nick was trying to find trace on the broken into car, his phone kept buzzing. Text messages, from the single vibration. Phone calls were three buzzes in a row, voicemail two long buzzes. Just the family's prints on the car but he did find a key card of some kind, like a hotel key or an employee pass key. Someone would have fun with that after he dusted it for prints.
He joined Ray in the backyard to look for evidence. These robbers were clean and quick; they were in and out in about 10 minutes. That was the amount of time it took for the LVPD to arrive after the alarm was set off. All the big-ticket items were gone, TVs, DVD players, video game systems, laptops, jewelry. This team of robbers was highly organized. They knew exactly where everything was; they had to in order to be in and out in less than 10 min. The family couldn't think of anyone who would want to steal from them, no one they could think of that was jealous. Ray asked the children if they had maybe said anything to friends at school. They couldn't think of anyone either.
As they were leaving the neighbors from across the street had just gotten home, seeing the police cars, came over to check on the family. He and his wife had been out of town and had asked this family to keep an eye on their house. He wondered if his security cameras had caught anything, like the vehicle used or anything helpful. Nick went across the street to view the footage. He came back with quite a few DVDs. The two CSIs took their evidence and left, with the promise to update when they could.
Nick decided to check his message on the way back to the lab. There were 12 text messages. He was scrolling through them…
Msg from: 702-555-4457 Hello sexy remember me?…- (probably that guy from the pool hall)
Cowboys score- (score. Didn't even check. Hope they're winning)
Cowboys score- (football score)
Msg from: 702-555-9987 Hey cowboy…-
Cowboys score- (score)
Msg from Casey: Hi Uncle Nick! Guess wh…- from his 13-year-old niece Casey (remember to call Casey)
Cowboys score- (score)
Msg from: 702-555-9987 Hit me back….-
FWD from: LiWiLo Funny Joke…- from Catherine's daughter Lindsay
Msg from: SexyCSI Hodges has nothing on me- from Greg
Msg from: GrissGrl Save me from these idiots- from Sara (ha! you volunteered)
Msg from: Dusty- Party Fri nite ... (who's birthday?)
Wait, did that message say "Hey Cowboy", he asked himself. He clicked that one first.
Msg from 702-555-9987
Hey cowboy, just called. Left vm U must b working. Found a way 4 us 2 talk by txt 4 now. Miss u don't work 2 hard. I love you, W
S.W.A.K. where ever u WANT it
Nick kind of squealed and blushed with extreme excitement. He clicked on the other text.
Msg from 702-555-9987
Hit me back when u get home. IDC what time will wake up 4 u :) off 2morow can talk l8r if u r 2 tired 2 call I love you, W
S.W.A.K. where ever u NEED it
Dr. Ray looked at him.
"Everything ok?"
"Oh. My. God. It's better than ok. I just got two text messages from Warrick. The 'private caller' number I didn't answer earlier, apparently was him." He smile was as big as his native Texas. Dr. Ray was happy for him.
"Wow. Talk about speaking things into existence huh? Did he leave a voicemail?"
"Yes. I want to listen to it now but then I want to wait." Dr. Ray started the SUV so they could hurry back to the lab. He could tell Nick wanted to get home as soon as he could. "I'm gonna wait 'til I get home so I can be on the moon by myself when I hear it." He decided. Soon they were back at the lab cataloging their evidence. He left the security DVDs for Archie to look at the next night. After they finished, Nick seemed to sprint to the locker room to get ready to leave.
"What's up with him? He got a hot date or something?" Sara asked yawning. Dr. Ray chuckled.
"You could say that." And he left the locker room, happy for Nick. And maybe a little jealous. He wished he had someone to run home to, even if it was just a phone call.
Once at home, Nick plugged up his phone and ran to the shower. He wanted to be relaxed when he called Warrick back. After showering, he sat on the bed and listened to the voicemail.
One new message from 702-555-9987
Hey Cowboy. It's Warrick. I've got a couple of pieces of good news for you. I now have a cell phone that we can use to communicate privately. It's untraceable of course and even though you can't always see the number, you'll always be able to call me back. Next piece of good news, great news actually. In about a week or two, I will be given some time off and my superiors are going to make sure that you will have time off to join me. What do you think about that huh? More than good news right? It might just be a weekend, but anytime I can get to see you would be awesome. Call me back when you get a chance. I love you.
End of message.
Nick was shocked. At first to hear Warrick's voice and secondly to know that they might have a chance to see each other soon. Wow, he thought, Maybe I should wait before I call. But he said he would wake up for me and immediately called the number back. He was about to hang up after it rang three times, thinking Warrick was in a deep sleep and couldn't hear the phone. And then, he answered.
"Hey cowboy, how are you?" The familiar gruff voice, now coming out of sleep seemed to caress his ears.
"Wa…Warr…Warrick, is..is it really you?"Nick's voice stammered.
"Yes love, it's really me." Nick could hear him smile through the phone.
"Oh my God. It really is you." His voice shook a little and tears began to fall. "Ok, I'm gonna try and not cry on the phone". He sniffed and wiped his face with the back of his hand.
"It's ok. I feel the same way. I got tears too Nick."
"So how did you sneak and get a phone?"
"Just bought it. It's untraceable. And they don't have the number. I will have to keep it off and hidden most of the time. So if you call, or text and don't get an answer right away, it's probably off. We still won't be able to talk the way we want, but this is a start. I'm glad you called baby. I was thinking you might not."
"Why would you think that? I've missed you sooo much Warrick. And for about a week before I even got the DVD, you were constantly on my mind. I couldn't figure out why. I couldn't even tell anyone what I was feeling; I didn't think they'd understand. Catherine finally said to me that I was just missing you to be missing you and I never thought about it that way."
"Well, I have been missing you a long time. I didn't want to leave, but I didn't have choice about it. So many times I wondered what you were doing, what was your day like, had you met anyone to make you happy."
"No, I haven't met anyone to make me happy yet, unless you count yourself." Warrick chuckled.
"You have at least dated, yes?"
"Yes. Nothing leading to relationships though. They were all good looking, awesome guys. I had a few weak moments and spent the night with a few."
"But no relationships? Why not?" Nick sighed.
"They weren't you. I was trying to fill a void by finding someone like you."
"Literally tall dark and handsome huh?" Warrick smiled. "How many black guys did you date?"
"They weren't all black, most were though. They were all around your height, your weight, your eyes, had muscles, a deep voice. I know, it wasn't fair to them to measure them up as a substitute for you. But I felt like a part of me was missing when you left. That part contained a lot of love. And I didn't have that part of me to give away. To anyone, not even myself. Does that make sense?" He asked, sighing and leaning back on his pillows.
"Yeah, it does. I just wish I could have had the chance to let you know how I felt. Even if we couldn't do anything about it, at least you would've known. I would've loved to gotten the chance to kiss you at least once before I had to leave, to have the taste of your lips to comfort me."
"Me too. I missed the scent of your cologne. You know I even bought some. I found a t-shirt in your locker before we gave everything to Tina. Every now and then, I spray the shirt, just to feel close to you. I cried so much into that shirt. I refuse to wash it; I don't want your scent to wash off." Warrick wished he could reach through the phone and hug his cowboy. "I missed everything: your face, your smile, your walk." Just then, Warrick got an idea. Seconds later, Nick got a picture mail message on his phone. "Hang on, I got a text."
"I know. Send me one back." He said. Nick clicked on the message and there was a picture of his Warrick's handsome, smiling face and bare chest, covered in muscles. He was propped up on a bunch of pillows, nestled in white, fluffy comfortable bedding. His knees were spread apart as if he was sitting "Indian style". The contrast of his honey colored skin against the sheets was breathtaking. Nick's knees would have definitely weakened if he had been standing. He smiled and felt like there was a string in his body attached to the inside of his manhood. And the string had just been pulled, releasing butterflies with its tug.
"Hmmm," he moaned at the picture, just thinking of touching those muscles and feeling those arms encase him. "So beautiful," he barely whispered. He shook himself out of his desires long enough to snap a picture of himself and send it to Warrick. He too was shirtless, propped against his pillows. He was sitting on top on his covers but was surrounded by green sheets. His pajama pants almost blended in with the sheets. He had been smiling and blushing.
He could hear Warrick's breath hitch on the other end, following by a low, sexy, moan.
"Wow, my cowboy has been working out. I wish I could reach through and kiss you right now. Too beautiful to leave alone looking like that. Mmm." Nick's body shuddered.
"Warrick, the combination of your voice and this picture…ahhhh you have no idea what you're doing to me over here. How long did you say before we get to see each other?"
"About two weeks. I'll get the details to you closer to the date. You think you can hang on for two weeks?"
"If I want to see you, I don't have a choice do I?"He asked, chuckling.
"No, you don't. The sun should be rising now. You should be thinking about going to bed."
"Uh, no I won't get any sleep like this." He said, hinting at his problem. Warrick paused.
"You have tissues and lube?" Nick looked in his nightstand.
"Yes. Why?"
"I'm going to help you sleep, cowboy. Put me on speaker?" Nick did and Warrick followed. "Can you hear me ok?" Nick adjusted the volume a little.
"Yeah. Warrick what are we doing?"
"We are going to pretend that we are right next to each other and play a little."
"Phone sex?"
"If that's what you want to call it. I prefer to call it love play." Nick laughed nervously. He had never done this before.
"Ok."He replied. He could hear Warrick snap open his tube of lubricant and he grabbed his.
"Let's close our eyes. Now, if I were sitting next to you, what would you do or what would you have me do?" Warrick was warming the gel in his hands.
Nick thought. "I'd want to kiss you first," and imagined his lips finally touching Warrick's for the first time.
"Your lips are softer than I imagined…" Warrick said, beginning to stroke himself. "Your kiss tastes so sweet…"Nick felt his body jump at that and from the first touch to himself.
"I'm leaving kisses all down your neck, to your chest and I want to lick your nipples, left first…" Warrick licked his fingers and began teasing his left nipple.
"As long as I can tease yours too…right first…" Nick, rubbing his right nipple, let out a soft moan. Warrick smiled at the thought of Nick pleasing himself. "I wanna taste the left…" Nick wet his fingers and switched nipples.
"You still sitting the way you were in the picture?"Nick asked.
"Yes."
"Then let me straddle you." Nick imagined facing the object of his desire, and Warrick could almost feel Nick's weight around his legs. "I'm naked on your lap; touch me wherever you want…" Warrick smiled and let out a low growl.
"My cowboy has been working out so let me appreciate your abs…running my hands slowly over each one…let me kiss each beautiful one…" he made kissing sounds that furthered Nick's erection. "I'm grabbing your sexy butt, feeling the muscles under my fingers, tonguing your belly button…,"Nick whimpered at the thought of his butt being kneaded by Warrick; it was enticing.
"…mmmmm…kiss me…" Nick whispered
"Feel my lips…let me tug on your tongue…hmm love those love shocks…"Warrick was completely hard and really wished his lover were next to him.
"Oh yes…I'm so hard…let me stroke you" Neither man had seen the other completely naked. Shirtless in the locker room, but never naked. Neither had any idea of the size of the other man's penis. "You feel so good in my hand…slow stroke, slow stroke, fast, fast, fast, rubbing the head…" Each man mimicked Nick's words, each arching a back in pleasure.
"Let me lay you down baby…" Warrick said, "I want to taste you."
"Oh god yes…" Nick sunk down deeper into his sheets, imaging Warrick's weight over him.
"…you are so gorgeous completely hard…face flushed…yearning for our lovemaking…"Warrick was desperately trying to keep himself from his climax, not time yet. "I'm licking the drops from your head…,"Nick moaned as he ran his finger across his penis head. "kissing and licking the sides…nuzzling my nose in your hair…mmmm love your man scent…"Warrick's mind was flooded with images of a squirming, moaning Nickolas Stokes. "taking you all in my mouth…"
"Ohhhh…."
"…so thick…slowly up and down…up and down…" Nick followed the instructions, stroking his hardness, bucking his hips in response. "licking the head again…swallowing you whole…sucking faster, faster, faster…mmm you taste so good baby…"Warrick could hear Nick's breathing change. "Your balls are tight…they feel like you want to come baby…do you want me to me to make you come?"
"Yes…please…Warrick…" Nick was just seconds from releasing all over himself.
"Mmm…baby come for me…let me suck you faster, up and down, up and down, ohhh…" Warrick felt the heat start underneath his stomach to come, his excitement urged Nick on. "Feel my tongue, my lips, come for me baby…"
"…mmm…yes, oh god yes…" Nick was stroking himself faster and faster. He swiped his finger across the tip, felt his balls twitch and his release in his hand. If only Warrick were there to see it. On the other end, Warrick was releasing all over his chest, almost not being able to control his own strokes. He could hear his love, moaning and whimpering through the phone and wished so desperately to be next to him, watching, enjoying.
Nick leaned back against his headboard, trying to catch his breath. He didn't have to ask Warrick how he felt; he could hear it over the phone. Nick reached for some tissue to clean off his hand.
"Nick?"
"Hmm?"
"You ok, babe?"Nick chuckled,
"Better than ok. Just wish you were here next to me."
"Me too, cowboy. Me too. Two weeks though. We can hang on for two weeks right?"
"Oh God I hope so. If not, I can always replay this conversation in my mind and on my body." He said smiling and yawning.
"See, I told you I could help you get to sleep. So, get under the covers, turn the light off, and imagine my arms around you. You should be drifting off in no time." He could hear Nick's sheets rustling.
"Sleep well, my love."
"I will cowboy. I love you."
"Hmm, love you too." They both hung up the phone. A few seconds later Warrick received a text with a picture of Nick's satisfied, smiling face. He sent back a smiling face.
E/N: First attempt at a love type scene. I refuse to call it smut like I've read in other stories. I say it can't be smut when it's a love story. It might be considered PWP only because it's the first one, not because it was intended to be written that way. I got the idea of Warrick's bed from a twitvid (on twitter) from Lenny Kravitz. He has a someone documenting the making of his new album and his life in general. He was in a Miami hotel, sitting in a bed surrounded by white sheets, pillows and comforter. The contrast of his skin against them was sexy. Please review. If you think the love type scene could have been better, please let me know before I write the next 2 chapters. That's when the real thing happens (oops, spoiler alert. I did it again.). Below is an explanation on the text message short hand…
IDC= I don't care
S.W.A.K.= Sealed With A Kiss (although this was around before text language; I got jr. high school yearbooks to prove it)
Vm= voicemail
L8r= later