A/N: OK i hate Keppler. I want grissom back Theres alot of me disliking Keppler in this so you have been warned. I have never broken my leg, so i really don't know how long it will take to heal so deal with me. I didn't do a very good job because my brain started to lose ideas near the end of the chapter. Lily knows what im talking about.

Disclaimer: Don't own it. Never will.

Nick's POV

I can't believe it. My little angel, the one I would go to the park with and just push on the swing. She's so grown up now; going to dances… having dates… it's just unbelievable that it would happen to me so quickly. I mean, why does she have to grow up so fast?! Sara and I never even planned to have children until later, and Alena was just an accident. She knows that, due to the fact that we're still young. We married when Alena was 4 years old, still a ripe happy young age. I never expected her to start dating this early, due to the fact that I didn't want her to get pregnant just like I got Sara knocked up. I love Alena with all my heart, but this is just too soon for her.

"Nick, are you coming to bed?" Sara and I usually sleep on Saturday mornings due to the fact that we have night shift still after all these years.

"In a bit babe." I stood in the foyer, and saw that Monster, our 150 pound Labrador Retriever, and his leash were both gone. Alena was taking him for a walk. I was getting ready to walk to the bedroom when the phone started ringing.

"Stokes residence."

"Mr. Stokes, we need a hospital, Alena's been hurt! We're at the park near your house and you need to come right away!"

"Alena's been hurt how? Who are you anyway?"

"It's Brendon quick; I think she broke her leg!"

Alena's POV

After breakfast, I assumed Mom went to sleep when Dad took a shower. I left a note saying I was going to take Monster for a walk, knowing Dad he would let me go since he hates it when Monster takes a tinkle in the house. He did not know however, that I would be taking a walk with my big Bear. Brendon always drew little teddy bears when I passed him notes, and ever since fifth grade, I called him that. He recently started calling me penguin, due to the fact of how I walk, my feet tilting outwards slightly.

I hooked up Monster's leash, and we set out. Monster was a really well trained Lab. Dad really wanted him to be a good dog due to his size, since he was technically MY dog. As we started walking out, Monster was trotting regularly. We walked to Brendon's house which was not that far away, since he asked if he can join us for walks. I love Brendon's company, so I quickly said sure.

When we got to his door, he answered.

"You're a little early; maybe we can have a little picnic or something."

"Sure sounds fine."

We set out towards the park, hand in hand. Monster was sniffing plants and marking his territory. We had to stop and pick up his "excrement" as Mom called it. But other than that, walking in the park and talking with Brendon was the best thing I could do at that moment.

"How did Monster get his name?" He looked at me with his big gorgeous brown eyes.

"When I was about 5, just after my parents got married, my dad bought us a puppy. I screamed, 'MONSTER!!' when he jumped out. So I guess the name just stuck."

"You were scared of a puppy? You are a really brave girl Alena. I didn't think you'd ever be scared of a puppy…"

"Oh shut up, I was only five." He smiled then hugged me. I love his scent, it smelled sooooo good. I remember because I remember telling him about it when I went shopping at Pac Sun. Then suddenly Monster bolted. It was so sudden I dropped the leash.

"Brendon help!" I started running after him but he was so damn fast. He started running in the street and I guess my brain wasn't working because I ran in the street after him.

"ALENA STOP!" Then I felt someone knock me over and I heard a loud cracking sound and a really sharp pain in my leg. I heard the squeal of breaks, and the growling of Monster, I looked to the left of me and the pain in my leg subsided. Brendon Cury had just saved me from being run over by a car.

"Brendon," I looked and he was out. "Brendon! BRENDON!" I started crying, because my leg hurt so effin bad and my best friend was out cold.

"Oh my God! Are you ok?" The man came out and I looked at him. I knew who this guy was; he was the one replacing Uncle Gil.

"Keppler… Haven't you caused enough trouble already?" I hated this man, Mom was already talking smack about him.

"How do you know who I am?" Wow… what an observant guy.

"I am the daughter of the two best CSI's in town. And I happen to have obtained they're skills because I know what you have been doing." Besides the fact that my leg was starting to swell the size of a cantaloupe and my boyfriend (that's right. My boyfriend.) was knocked out cold, I still had the sharp skills.

"What are you talking about?" Eyes dilated. Liar.

"You, you were breaking into Aunt Catherine's house."

"What's your proof?"

"You are holding my best friends iPod. She is the only person I know that has tin foil around her iPod. You are also holding Aunt Catherine's camera. I've seen it so many times. And I know because that blue smudge on the side, that's my fingerprint from when we were Easter egg dying. So Keppler, I am going to get Uncle Gil back and by the way…"

"What?"

"THANKS FOR BREAKING MY LEG."

I started slapping Brendon, telling him to wake up, but nothing worked. Then I thought of my favorite Disney of all time. The one with my lullaby, the one that Dad sang to me all the time. Sleeping Beauty. I don't know what did it but I just did, I kissed him. I kissed him on the lips.

"I'm still knocked out; you're going to have to kiss me again." I did.

"Can you call my dad? I can't exactly reach my purse…" Brendon called my dad, and I told Keppler to give me all of Aunty Catherine's stuff and Lindsey's stuff as well. Keppler was busted.

After the whole scenario I told Dad about Keppler and Linds called me frantically looking for her iPod. Aunty Catherine BLEW UP at the poor guy, but of course he was the whole problem at the moment. Dad got Monster back, which was an easy task cause all you have to do is whistle, which I am totally incapable of. But Dad drove Brendon and me to the hospital. He carried me into the giant building and the doctors took me away. I told Brendon that he should get checked out as well, but he was stubborn and took some time to get into admittance. But anyways, the doctors said I broke my tibia, and said it would take a long time to heal. I wasn't really listening because I was still surprised that Brendon had just saved my life. The doctors asked what color I want my cast and I said just plain old white, and they slapped it all over my leg, the whole time thinking about Brendon. When I was done, they issued me some crutches and I crutched my way out into the waiting room where Mom ran towards me.

"Oh all you alright? Do you hurt?" Mom hugged me tightly, afraid I would fly away or something if she didn't hold tight.

"Mom…you're…choking…me…:"

"Huh?"

"CAN'T… BREATHE…"

"Oh." She let go if me, her brown eyes filled with fear.

"Where's Daddy? Where's Brendon?" She smiled knowing something I obviously did not know of.

"They're talking."

"About what?"

"You." Okay, that made me feel happy. "Your father approves Len." If I could have jumped up and down I would have.

"YES! Wait, why?"

"Because he saved your life."

"Just out of curiosity, what happened to Keppler?"

"He got fired for stealing Catherine's stuff. So Uncle Gil is going to be coming home early." I loved Uncle Gil. He may be creepy but I love him.

Brendon came out, looking fresh and happy. Dad was trailing behind him and I tackled him. "THANK YOU DADDY THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!"

"He saved your life. Not me."

So that was how I broke my leg. And it will stay broken for another 5-7 months according to the doctor. But I'll deal, because I have awesome friends, kick ass parents, and a very hot boyfriend.