Never Going to Believe This

Chapter 9


Chapter nine! This one has spoilers of Leave Out All The Rest season nine episode five. When I watched it for the first time, I laughed and laughed and laughed. I don't know why it's so funny to me, but it was. I also introduce another character, but you all should know who he is. Things are starting to come together. I also want everyone to know that I have the next story mapped out. When this story is over, I am going to type up all of those chapters before I post them. I found that writing it all and then putting it up is better than writing one, putting it up, and then having to wait until I write a new one, making sure it is right; it just takes a lot longer. I am very excited, just as you all should be.


It was storming again. Danika had been living in Las Vegas for a while now, and never in that period of time had she witnessed so many thunderstorms. This had to be the fifth one in three weeks, and for Vegas, that was pretty unique. The weather must have been faulty or something. The thunder had woken her from her dreams and she thought how horrible it must have been for Nick and the rest of them to work in such shitty conditions. She could only imagine what that must have been like.

The storm didn't let up by the time she had to go to work. It wasn't a surprise when she found that there were many empty chairs when she began her lecture. She didn't really want to come either. How could she blame the kids? She would much rather be curled up in her bed, the covers up to her neck, watching her favorite movies, but sadly that was a rarity, and she also had a feeling that her students were waiting for an email telling them that they weren't going to have class. Oops, tough luck for them, well it wasn't going to be much longer until she wouldn't be there for her maternity leave, so she was going to be there until the bitter end.

"Well, I guess this is going to be as good as it gets, huh?" she looked around her classroom, clearly noticing the twenty-some empty chairs in the middle of the room. "Thank you to those who ventured out in this crappy weather today. Props to you. I might just have to give you all some bonus points on your next quiz," she said, earning many cheers from the remaining students. "So, who can tell me where we left off last class? Yeah, Melany."

"You were about to show us that one clip about the Nazis or World War Two or something," the blonde in the front row answered.

"That's right, I almost forgot about that," Danika nodded, getting to the file on her computer. This was going to be an easy class now. "Aren't all of you lucky? This is going to take almost the entire period. Pay attention, I'll be putting up a mini quiz just to make sure you were paying attention. Mark, which means no falling asleep no matter how therapeutic the rain may sound. I would also like all of you to put some feedback on the discussion board by tonight, that way next class we can see what you all think. Deal?" They all shook their heads in agreement. What a breeze that was. Flipping the lights off, the short film began playing, beginning with a section on the Nuremburg Trials. With a smile on her face, Danika got off of her feet and started on one of the books she was reading. What an easy day this turned out to be.


Nick couldn't wait to tell Danika about his case. She was never going to believe this one. True, he had been on many crazy and unusual cases, but this one, he never had one that dealt with S & M to this extent before. He had just gotten off the phone with Grissom and laughed internally when his boss instructed him to do.

"Grissom wants us to look for any S&M paraphernalia." He told Riley and Greg as they looked through the bedroom of the victim.

"I once had an old lady in her 70s, burglary victim. Had to process her vibrators. Some of them were burned out," Riley mentioned, looking through the dresser.

"Why would you process her tuning forks?" Greg asked her. The exact same thing that Nick was thinking. Who would do that?

"I'm thorough," was her reply.

Making his way over to the walk-in-closet, Nick started his search through the clothes. This had to be one of the biggest closets he had come across in a long time. This Ian guy must have been making decent bank if he and his girlfriend could get a house with a closet like this.

"I got a booty smudge on the TV," Greg announced.

"Justine super-sized herself. Double D implants," Riley added.

"Welcome to Vegas," Nick said, continuing to look through what could have been another room.

"Positive for semen over here," Greg spoke again. "They must have been having a good time."

"What does it say about me that I always find the smut?" Riley asked, holding up a set of handcuffs that she had found inside a trunk hidden under the bed.

"Lucky," Greg darted over to her side, digging through the box with her.

"Guess they were into S&M," Riley said. "You ever been tied up?"

"What do you think?" Greg asked.

"I think you're more into hair pulling," Riley joked.

"Hey," Nick looked at the both of them, slightly disgusted. He didn't need to know anything about his friends when it came to that subject. Those things were best kept behind closed doors, not discussed while working. "Knock it off. Get me some pictures of that stuff, will ya?"

"What's the matter, Nick?" Greg asked. "Got a problem with a little S&M?"

"I never said that," he answered quickly. "I don't think it's wise to be fooling around while we're working. You both need to focus so we can get out of here."

"Why's it bothering you?" Greg questioned more swinging the whip around, edging Nick on. "Does this stuff make you uncomfortable? I find that hard to believe."

"Really, Greg? You think that's my problem?" Nick rummaged through the basket in the corner of the closet. "I just want to get what we came for and get out of here. I, unlike you, have other things I need to do today."

"Fine, I'll drop it."

"I bet he's a role player anyway," Riley whispered to Greg, causing him to chuckle rather loudly.

"I can hear you, Riley," Nick exclaimed, pulling out a tee shirt from the pile. "Whispering is not very nice."

"I know, that was the point," she said, looking back at Greg. "Notice that he didn't deny what I said."

"I'm just going to ignore you now," he said. "I got a bloody shirt in a laundry basket. Bloodstains match the puncture marks on Ian's pecs."

"Which means he must have changed his shirt after the nipple action, but before he was killed," Greg suggested.

"Girlfriend could've redressed him, tossed the shirt in the basket out of habit," Riley said.

"Yeah, and then what? Little Justine ties 200 pounds of dead weight under her SUV?" Nick asked.

"Well, I could do it. It's just physics and leverage," Riley told him. "Takes brains not brawn."

"I don't think you could."

"I think you could do it," Greg replied. "The killing part too."

"I'm going to take this back to the lab," Nick said. "You two keep doing whatever it is you're doing."

"We will," Greg hollered. "He couldn't get out of here quick enough could he?"

"He did seem odd didn't he?" Riley asked. "Five bucks, they have an entire closet of this stuff in their house."

"Why would I bet when you're probably right?" Greg asked. "But we'll never know. I've been to their house once, but never you know-"

"Okay, Greg, I get it. I think we've got enough evidence to say safely that it's more than an assumption," Riley explained. "Let's get these pictures to Grissom."

"That might be a good idea."


Danika was so thankful that the rain stopped. Now she could get her lunch and take it outside. The weather always surprised her. It was pouring down rain not even twenty minutes ago, but now it was once again, hot and humid. Something she would never quite understand. Making her way over to one of the many outside seating areas, she ordered a small tea and took a seat on one of the nearby tables. Sometimes it was just interesting watch the students interact with one another while she relaxed on campus.

"Is this seat taken?" Danika smiled at the man who appeared before her.

"Not at all," she motioned to the empty seat beside her. "How are you doing, Ray?"

"I am doing very well, and yourself?" Dr. Ray Langston, a fellow university professor answered with a smile. "You're looking good all things considered."

"Thank you," she said. "How is your class going? Many of my students are raging about it."

"It's going well, thank you for asking," he answered. "That's actually one of the reasons why I wanted to see you. In a few weeks, I managed to get the warden down at Ely to let me do a video chat with one of the prisoners. A few of the students from last semester said it would be interesting to see the real face of evil, and I took it into consideration. I'm letting some of the faculty come as well as the students, and I thought that you would be interested. What do you say?"

"That sounds really interesting, Ray," she said. "I might have to take you up on that offer. Send me the time and date, and I will try my best to be there. Crossing my fingers that I will be here when the time comes, who knows with this one." Danika rubbed her stomach enlarged stomach.

"It's going to be in December. Isn't your due date in January?" Ray asked.

"Yes, but in my family, it's common to have children early," she explained.

"That's interesting. I've never heard that before. I'm sure your husband was excited to hear that."

"Oh yes," Danika laughed. "That was a great conversation. Well, it seems that I have to be going. One more class today then I get to go home. It's date night, well afternoon date night I suppose, and Nick gets to pick. I'll see you later, Ray. Have a good day."

"Thank you," he waved. "You as well."


"Why did you lie to us about knowing Ian Wallace?" Nick asked Michelle Tournay, the woman who showed him and Jim the back room at the Lower Lynx. "We have physical evidence linking him to your S&M room, so we know you know him."

"You had no right to ask the question, therefor I had no obligation to answer it," Michelle answered, crossing her arms across her chest.

"I have a warrant to collect buccal swabs, take all of your shoes, and search your SUV."

"What do you need that stuff for?" she asked.

"Doesn't matter," Nick said. "I have a warrant, I can take it. So why don't you tell me what's going on?"

"Yes, I facilitate people's BDS&M scenes. It's a way to make money. It's not something I practice. I'm an entrepreneur. I majored in theater. Don't you get it?"

"I get that you're looking at two accounts of capital murder," Nick replied. "I hope you're a good actress."

"Look, Ian came in a lot. Got to know each other, ended up sleeping with him," she said.

"At his house. We know that too."

"No!" Michelle exclaimed. "I have rules. I'm not uptight about sex, but I like my privacy. Never been to his house. He's never been to mine."

"Open wide," Nick said, holding up the swab. He was getting tired of this. He was obviously getting nowhere with her.

"I'm not letting you take my DNA and put it in some system where it's gonna stay the rest of my life!" Michelle shouted.

"If you're innocent, what's it matter?"

"That just proves you're a fascist and this is a police state."

"Help me out here, Mitch," Nick turned to the officer guarding the door.

"Ma'am, if you don't let the CSI do his job, I'm gonna have to arrest you for obstruction," Mitch told her.

Glaring at him, Michelle opened her mouth. Nick got what he needed and closed the cap. Hodges would be waiting for this.

"Turned you on didn't it? Bet you're standing at attention. Hypocrite," Michelle leaned back into the chair. "You're no different than the freaks that rent my back room," eyeing his wedding ring, she added. "What would your wife say?"

Nick looked over at Mitch who looked like he was having the greatest time in the world. "This has been the weirdest day hasn't it, Mitch," Nick grabbed his kit, heading towards the door. "Nice try, Miss. Tournay, but my wife's the only one who can turn me on. Have fun looking after her, Mitch." The guard gave a belly laugh and waved good bye.

"When can I get out of here?" Michelle asked the guard, clearly upset that she didn't get the reaction she was looking for. "They can't hold me in here for no reason."

"We'll let you out when you are no longer a suspect," Mitch answered.

"You are never going to believe the day I had," Nick announced the moment he walked in through front door.

"I can only guess," Danika said, watching him pace back and forth in front of the television. "Are you going to tell me about it, or am I just going to have to use my imagination?"

"I don't even know where to start," he stopped, faced her and laughed. "I am so happy to be home. You have no idea how happy I am to be home."

"I think I have a little bit of an idea," Danika giggled. "You all right there, dear? You seem a little frustrated."

"Damn right I'm frustrated!" Nick shouted. "Riley and Greg were getting all up in my business about our lives, and then there was this woman who was-ugh! I'm just so happy to see you, babe. I love you so much. Did you know that?"

"I'm so happy to see you too, but are you feeling all right? You're acting a little strange. Did Hodges spill something in the lab again?" she couldn't help but laugh at him. "Why don't you go take a shower? That always calms you down."

"That sounds like a really good idea," he sighed loudly. "Can you make me pancakes? Yours are so good, and I'm really in the mood for some, and no, Hodges didn't spill anything in the lab. At least, not that I know of anyway."

"I guess I can do that for you since you had such a bad day," she said. "Only if you tell me everything that happened today. It seems like a lot went on."

"Okay, I can do that," Nick agreed. "And it wasn't a bad day per se; oh I'll just wait to tell you when I'm out of the shower."

"That sounds like a good idea. These will be ready for you when you're done," Danika chuckled, watching him all but fly up the stairs. "Some things I will never understand."


AA - MamaBirdCat - I also thought Riley was a little hard to get used to. I was glad that she left at the start of season ten. She wasn't a favorite character of mine, so I wasn't upset to see her go. If I was married and my husband had to work nights so I couldn't sleep with his arms around me, I would be upset, so I thought that ever now and then they need to have some time together even if it's not that long of a time period.