"Jen, you need to settle down." Nick said walking into Jen's bedroom as she
stopped over to change. "You're going to get to worked up you just might
even put yourself in the hospital. And I don't want to see that happen to
you."
"Nick, this is my father. I love him very much, and I need to find him. Because I..." she started to cry. "I can't lose him. He means everything to me. Everything. Whenever I needed him he has always been right there. Right beside me. He can't die. I need him."
"Jen," Nick said putting his hands on her shoulders and looking her in the eyes. "You have me. And I don't want to lose you. Your dad is an awesome guy. Of course he can be stubborn sometimes and annoying, but he's a great person. I'll be right here, I'll be beside you. And I'm not going to stand by you and watch you tear yourself to pieces over some guy who has your dad. We'll find him, I promise. We've got the best people working on this case and you know, as much as I do how those people back there love your father. Now, just sit down for a few minutes and relax. Then we'll go back." He said sitting on the edge of her bed.
'Oh god, how I love this man.' Jennifer thought to herself. He was everything she could have asked for in a man. Where did he come from? Did he fall out of the sky just when she needed him in her life? She had a few skeletons in her closet that he needs to know about, but not now. Maybe at a different time. Maybe he could help her with them. Who knows? She put her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, for just a second she thought. How she wishes they could do this in public.
Before she knew it she had fallen asleep, right there on Nick shoulder. He smiled and carefully picked up and laid her on the bed and pulled up the blanket. He smiled and kissed her on the forehead. "Get some rest. I'll see you in a few hours." He got up and drew the blinds. 'She needs her rest.' He thought to himself. He couldn't even imagine what she could be going through. Her own personal hell, but in a way he knew the pain.
Catherine burst through the DNA lab as fast as she could. "Greg, I don't care what Ecklie says, this gets processed first. When Ecklie drops off the face of the earth, then you can work his case. This is what you're working on, now."
"Yes ma'am." Greg said shooting up from his chair. "I hope they find Grissom." paused. "What would you like me to do?"
"I need to make sure that this blood is Grissoms." Catherine said.
"You think he was shot?" Greg asked.
"Shot, stabbed, scratched, poked. I know it sounds bad, but we need to know. Please." She smiled.
"You've got it. Tell Jen, I'm sorry and that they'll find him soon." He smiled and went back to his work.
Nick walked into CSI and ran into Catherine in the break room who was grabbing a cup of coffee. "Hey Cath, find anything?"
"I've got Sanders running tests on the blood found at the warehouse. We're hoping it's not Grissoms." She sighed. "Where's Jennifer."
"She's back at her house sleeping. I told her to grab something to eat and she fell asleep. It will do her good. Maybe we'll find something interesting in the time she's zonked out. Maybe we'll even find Grissom." Nick said sitting down with a cup of coffee in his hands.
"Nick, I know you want to find him more than I do. And I know you want to find him for Jennifer. You don't have to hide it anymore." She looked up at him from the floor.
"Hide what?" Nick said with out the hint of suggestion.
"I see it when you look at her. The short glances whenever someone else walks into the room. The way you smile when she's near you. " Catherine paused. "Don't worry. I won't tell anyone, especially Grissom when we find him." She smiled. He nodded and walked out into the hall when Warrick came rushing wildly around the corner.
"Whoa, down horsy." Nick uttered. "What's it boy? Did Timmy fall in the well again?" Nick snickered.
"Funny." He paused. "The prints and Gris' house, match the ones at warehouse. Both of them."
"What do you mean both of them?" Nick questioned.
"Well, we took a pair of shoes from Gris' house and then compared them to the print outside and to the one found at the transfer scene. And they match to one of the prints." Warrick said bowing his head low.
Nick sighed and scrubbed his face with his hands. "How am I going to tell Jen?"
"There more bad news that you have to tell her." Greg said as he wrenched around the corner. "The blood that Cath gave me to compare." He paused. "It's Grissom's."
Nick's face sunk and so did his heart. Jen's worst fears were coming true. He father may be dead and Nick had no idea how to tell her the news. It was something a child never wants to hear. That a parent is possibly dead.
"Nick, this is my father. I love him very much, and I need to find him. Because I..." she started to cry. "I can't lose him. He means everything to me. Everything. Whenever I needed him he has always been right there. Right beside me. He can't die. I need him."
"Jen," Nick said putting his hands on her shoulders and looking her in the eyes. "You have me. And I don't want to lose you. Your dad is an awesome guy. Of course he can be stubborn sometimes and annoying, but he's a great person. I'll be right here, I'll be beside you. And I'm not going to stand by you and watch you tear yourself to pieces over some guy who has your dad. We'll find him, I promise. We've got the best people working on this case and you know, as much as I do how those people back there love your father. Now, just sit down for a few minutes and relax. Then we'll go back." He said sitting on the edge of her bed.
'Oh god, how I love this man.' Jennifer thought to herself. He was everything she could have asked for in a man. Where did he come from? Did he fall out of the sky just when she needed him in her life? She had a few skeletons in her closet that he needs to know about, but not now. Maybe at a different time. Maybe he could help her with them. Who knows? She put her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, for just a second she thought. How she wishes they could do this in public.
Before she knew it she had fallen asleep, right there on Nick shoulder. He smiled and carefully picked up and laid her on the bed and pulled up the blanket. He smiled and kissed her on the forehead. "Get some rest. I'll see you in a few hours." He got up and drew the blinds. 'She needs her rest.' He thought to himself. He couldn't even imagine what she could be going through. Her own personal hell, but in a way he knew the pain.
Catherine burst through the DNA lab as fast as she could. "Greg, I don't care what Ecklie says, this gets processed first. When Ecklie drops off the face of the earth, then you can work his case. This is what you're working on, now."
"Yes ma'am." Greg said shooting up from his chair. "I hope they find Grissom." paused. "What would you like me to do?"
"I need to make sure that this blood is Grissoms." Catherine said.
"You think he was shot?" Greg asked.
"Shot, stabbed, scratched, poked. I know it sounds bad, but we need to know. Please." She smiled.
"You've got it. Tell Jen, I'm sorry and that they'll find him soon." He smiled and went back to his work.
Nick walked into CSI and ran into Catherine in the break room who was grabbing a cup of coffee. "Hey Cath, find anything?"
"I've got Sanders running tests on the blood found at the warehouse. We're hoping it's not Grissoms." She sighed. "Where's Jennifer."
"She's back at her house sleeping. I told her to grab something to eat and she fell asleep. It will do her good. Maybe we'll find something interesting in the time she's zonked out. Maybe we'll even find Grissom." Nick said sitting down with a cup of coffee in his hands.
"Nick, I know you want to find him more than I do. And I know you want to find him for Jennifer. You don't have to hide it anymore." She looked up at him from the floor.
"Hide what?" Nick said with out the hint of suggestion.
"I see it when you look at her. The short glances whenever someone else walks into the room. The way you smile when she's near you. " Catherine paused. "Don't worry. I won't tell anyone, especially Grissom when we find him." She smiled. He nodded and walked out into the hall when Warrick came rushing wildly around the corner.
"Whoa, down horsy." Nick uttered. "What's it boy? Did Timmy fall in the well again?" Nick snickered.
"Funny." He paused. "The prints and Gris' house, match the ones at warehouse. Both of them."
"What do you mean both of them?" Nick questioned.
"Well, we took a pair of shoes from Gris' house and then compared them to the print outside and to the one found at the transfer scene. And they match to one of the prints." Warrick said bowing his head low.
Nick sighed and scrubbed his face with his hands. "How am I going to tell Jen?"
"There more bad news that you have to tell her." Greg said as he wrenched around the corner. "The blood that Cath gave me to compare." He paused. "It's Grissom's."
Nick's face sunk and so did his heart. Jen's worst fears were coming true. He father may be dead and Nick had no idea how to tell her the news. It was something a child never wants to hear. That a parent is possibly dead.
