Author: Nicksfriend

Rating:k

Spoilers: For Gedda

Disclaimer: They do not belong to me...that is for sure.

Author's note:This is my seventh CSI fic.

Desert Palm

Gregg walked down the hallway towards his friend's room,carrying him fresh clothing from his bag from the motel in one hand, a toiletry bag in another, a crowd gathered outside."What the hell?" he muttered to himself.

He walked to the front of the gathering and smiled, his friend Nick had made quiet a mess, but it looked as if they were getting the best of him, Nick's doctor smiling as she walked out of the room.

Gregg walked into the room as the doctor left and smiled at his friend,"What did you do man to piss off the doc?" he couldn't help but to smile as Nick's newly acquired sitter, a large lady who seemed to have more attitude than Catherine Willows when she was on a rampage.

"Sir, what are you doing? Can you not read the sign that says no visitors?" Her mouth more sassy than any woman he had ever processed at the station.

"Listen, I'm here to see my friend Nick, he's been through a lot in the past few days, I just want a short visit." He walked over and saw that Nick was actually sleeping soundly.

"He's asleep, the doctor gave him a sedative, he'll be lucky to awake by morning, the doctor wants him to rest." The sassy woman explained, pointing towards the door for him to take the hint and leave, her orders to keep the patient quiet, which she more than understood and she would do her job.

"Tell him Gregg stopped by." Gregg was a little concerned that Nick was being treated so harshly but knew it was actually for his own good.

"Write it on the board, I don't have no time to be passing on messages, what do I look like, a secretary?" her volume going up a little bit more.

"Nooooo, I'll write my message on the board, no problem." His own hands starting to shake a little bit,the woman wasn't the nicest person he'd ever met, but she was definitely the person for the job.

He walked over to the white board to write the message but there was no marker and by gosh he wasn't going to ask Ms Friendly for one, so instead he took out a pen and a piece of paper and wrote a short note and left it on Nick's beside table. Giving the wicked witch of the North a grin he turned and left, he could hear her say something about him being a panty waist as he walked out the door, he was now definitely feeling sorry for his friend Nick.

Grissom's Condo

"Gil, I was wondering, what's Warrick's grandmother's name?" she was brushing her hair as she exited the bathroom still in her robe.

"Her name is Hattie Rutherford. She's a good woman, Warrick was lucky to have such a wonderful woman to raise him after his mother died when he was only seven years old. A lot of kids aren't that lucky." He adjusted his tie and reached down to get his jacket, looking around at Sara who still wasn't dressed.

"I'm almost ready, just give me a moment to get my dress on." She was aware they were running a little late.She walked over and slipped the dress on her slender body, Grissom watched as Sara dressed, it had been a long time since he had been able to enjoy a simple moment like this.

"Is Nicky coming to the wake?" She asked as she sat down on the bed to put her does on,her tanned legs didn't need any hosiery.

"He has a fever, the doctor doesn't think it's wise to allow him out of the hospital so soon, she doesn't want him to get an infection in that wound." Grissom was placing his wallet and his keys into his pockets.

"He can't miss Warrick's funeral, it would devastate him, even more than he is right now." Concerned that Nick was having thoughts of not returning just the day before, accepting death as readily as he was willing to do, going as far as to leave a note to direct Grissom to his will. The note even described where he wanted to be buried.

"If he does what the doctor instructs then he should be out in time for Warrick's funeral,but if he is stubborn then he won't." Grissom turned to Sara and gave her a sad look, "Hopefully he'll listen to his doctor."

"You don't get it do you Gil." she gave him a confused look,"Just like you didn't get it when Nick was rescued from that grave with ants attempting to eat him alive. Nick is human, and only human, and unlike you he is sensitive to other people's needs. He has to be able to come to the funeral Gil, even if we have to take him ourselves." She was angry at the man whom she loved more than life because sometimes he could be so oblivious to things.

"That might not be so easy, I hear that Nick was given a fairly tough sitter to make sure he doesn't leave,and that he's getting some much needed rest." Grissom raised his eyebrows at Sara,"Even Gregg was a little intimidated by this sitter."

"That don't take much to do, he's Gregg." She grabbed her purse and sweater and headed out of the room.

Grissom followed,wondering what she had meant by that comment.

Desert Palm

Nick awakened to the low snores of his new sitter, Bertha the witch had left,the 'queen of mean' his new nickname for the the hateful woman. The new woman could be his grandmother and she was as gray-headed as Grandma Stokes and she snored just as loud.

His sore arm was feeling worse than earlier, it felt heavy and warm. His mouth tasted like copper, the effects of the new antibiotic and the sedative Doctor Roberts had given him earlier to make him sleep. His right hip still sore from the needle stick and the thick medication she had injected. Lesson learned, don't throw your water pitcher at the door or yell at your tech, no matter how pissed you are at the situation.

He looked around and saw that someone had brought him some fresh clothing, jeans, a t-shirt and a pair of loafers. He just needed to get out of the bed and get to the clothes; without waking the little woman next to his bed.

Nick looked over and saw that the little woman was sound asleep,he threw his legs over the side of the bed and just as he was about to stand he saw that the bed alarm had been set, a beeping noise was already starting to sound as he tossed himself back into the bed, looking over to see if he had disturbed granny.

"Are you okay Mr Stokes?" the small voice asked in the semi-dark room.

"Yeah, I was just getting up to go to the bathroom." He was hoping granny would turn off the alarm and forget to reset it but she was already at his side with a urinal.

"What?" He asked, confused to the presence of the urinal.

"I can help if you need some help." She offered as she started pulling back the blanket. "Do you need to stand a little, some men can't go unless they're standing." she continued to talk,really not showing much interest in the actual answer that he was giving, which was to leave him and his urinal alone.

"I'm fine, really. I'm fine." Startled by the woman's aggressive behavior and her interest in his voiding habits, pulling the blanket back over himself.

"Okay, tell me when you're finished, I'll help you get tucked back into bed." She instructed but she never turned her head,keeping a watchful eye on her patient.

He closed his eyes and attempted to use the plastic container underneath the blanket but it was to no avail and the little woman would make him stand, probably even offer even to hold the urinal for him so that he could finish his business, the thought almost made him want to scream.

"Listen, I'm a private person, I just want to go to the bathroom by myself." He pleaded with the woman.

"You're on bedrest. Sorry, but you'll have to stay in bed, the nurse could possibly place a catheter though." She took the unused urinal and set it on the table, looking at the empty container with an unusual interest.

"I'm actually fine. Can I have a drink of water?" He asked attempting to change the subject.

"Well, if you're having a problem urinating then maybe we shouldn't drink anything else until you're able to go potty." She smiled and pulled his blanket back over him, tucking in the sides.

He closed his eyes and wished he were dead, death being a far better fate than having to deal with the women sitters of Desert Palm."Wake me up when it's morning.",Now he just wanted to sleep until the little woman was gone, even Bertha wouldn't drive him as crazy as this little woman.

"Well,I'm concerned now and I'll probably need to wake you every hour until you are able to pee, it's not good to hold your pee son." She explained in her sweet little voice,"You can get infections and that wouldn't be good." She continued to talk,even though she really didn't expect an answer,she just loved to talk.

Nick covered his ears underneath the blanket,wishing silently for death to consume him.

Okay, I really have a little tech who is just like this little woman so I just had to add her to my story. She is adorable though.