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Another A/N- The title doesn't mean what you think!!
Jo woke at 11:30 the next day. She smiled when she saw Nick, sleeping at her side, head resting on the bed. She was just about to say, "Aww, how cute!" when she noticed a bit of drool coming from the side of his mouth. She laughed and tapped the back of his head.
"Huh? Who is it?" He snapped awake, wiping his mouth and stretching. "Jo? Jo. How are you? Did you sleep ok?" He asked, taking her hand in his. It was still bloody, but was now darker with the stain dried.
"I probably slept better than you," she answered. Seeing the dreary look in his eyes, she added, "Scratch that. I'm SURE I slept better than you." The two chuckled for a moment, until Jo flinched as her wound was disturbed. Nick suddenly turned into a stone. "I'm fine, Nicky. Relax."
"I just don't want anything else to happen. I mean, this is my fault. If I hadn't insisted that you sleep in my bed, this never would've happened..."
"Stop it. You can't blame yourself. You did what you thought was best. Anyone would have. So please, don't." She said, turning his face up to hers. Tears were welling in his eyes.
"I love you Jo, you know that?" Nick said, holding her close to him.
"I know. Just don't leave me, ok?" She said, her speech slurred by tears and Nick's shoulder. She continued to hold tight until she felt his grip loosen.
"Never."
The door opened, and in walked Jo's doctor, closely followed by Gil and Catherine. "This is our vic, huh?" Gil whispered in Catherine's ear.
She nodded slightly and walked forward. "Jo, this is Gil Grissom. He's the head of our team." She said, introducing the two. "Gil, meet Joann Morris." They shook hands.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Grissom." Gil nodded in reply. As the doctor checked over Jo's shoulder, Catherine settled in.
"Hey, Jo? I'm going to get some stuff for you, ok? I'll stop by the lab and get cleaned up too. I'll be back in a little while." Nick walked out when his god daughter smiled back at him and said ok.
"Jo, we've got to talk to you again. Will you tell us what happened last night?" Gil asked the young girl sitting in the hospital bed. The doctor had finished, and had announced to the room that she 'was heeling up just fine. You should be out by tonight or tommorow morning.'
Jo slowly recounted the events of the pervious night, starting from when she got to Nick's. Gil thought to himself, 'Poor kid. Must be really hard for her.'
"Nick stayed with me the whole night. It's strange to have someone care so much."
"What do you mean?" Catherine asked.
"Well, uh....my parents," she sighed. "I always got the feeling that they didn't really care about me." She stared down and began playing with her nails again. "See, my parents never really payed attention to me. They were so incredibly obsessed with work. I mean, the reason I'm not studing at Harvard right now is that Daddy had just gotten a promotion and didn't want to leave."
Catherine and Gil exchanged looks, but Jo kept on, "I mean, if I needed money or something they would give it. They weren't stingy, persay- just noncaring. Like, when I asked for money, they wouldn't ask what it was for, or anything, just how much it I wanted."
"That's why I have blue hair and a piercing in my lip. I kept trying to get some kind of reaction. Any kind, good or bad. Just something. But no. When I came home with my lip pierced, do you know what my mom said? Do you?" She asked, getting noticibly upset.
The C.S.I.s shook their heads, but both had an idea of what she was going to say. "I'll tell you. It wasn't 'Why?' or 'I can't believe you did this!' Not even 'Hey, that's kind of cool.' She said, 'How much did that cost?'" she finished, breaking into sobs and pulling her knees to her chest. Gil put his head in his hands and Catherine sighed deeply.
"Did, did you tell anyone about this? Nick, maybe?" Catherine asked after Jo stopped with the waterworks.
"Are you crazy? I couldn't tell Nick. Mom and dad were some of his best friends, besides you guys. He told me so. I couldn't do that to him. I told my graphic arts teacher at UNLV, though. His name is Mr. Perkins."
"And you've told him all of what you've told us?" Gil added. She nodded and Gil took down his name. "Thank you for talking with us, Jo. We'll keep in contact."
The C.S.I.s stepped out and Gil began . "She's defiantly a suspect now. We've got a motive."
"What about that Mr. Perkins? We should have Warrick and Sara check him out." The team leader nodded and they walked together to the elevator. As the doors opened, Nick stepped out, his arms loaded down with clothes, food, books, and things to do when one is bored. Catherine laughed at his load, and Gil hurried to grab the pint of Ben & Jerry's that was about to crash onto the floor.
"Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough. Nice choice." Gil asked, putting it back on the top of the pile.
Nick smiled. "Her favorite."
Another A/N- The title doesn't mean what you think!!
Jo woke at 11:30 the next day. She smiled when she saw Nick, sleeping at her side, head resting on the bed. She was just about to say, "Aww, how cute!" when she noticed a bit of drool coming from the side of his mouth. She laughed and tapped the back of his head.
"Huh? Who is it?" He snapped awake, wiping his mouth and stretching. "Jo? Jo. How are you? Did you sleep ok?" He asked, taking her hand in his. It was still bloody, but was now darker with the stain dried.
"I probably slept better than you," she answered. Seeing the dreary look in his eyes, she added, "Scratch that. I'm SURE I slept better than you." The two chuckled for a moment, until Jo flinched as her wound was disturbed. Nick suddenly turned into a stone. "I'm fine, Nicky. Relax."
"I just don't want anything else to happen. I mean, this is my fault. If I hadn't insisted that you sleep in my bed, this never would've happened..."
"Stop it. You can't blame yourself. You did what you thought was best. Anyone would have. So please, don't." She said, turning his face up to hers. Tears were welling in his eyes.
"I love you Jo, you know that?" Nick said, holding her close to him.
"I know. Just don't leave me, ok?" She said, her speech slurred by tears and Nick's shoulder. She continued to hold tight until she felt his grip loosen.
"Never."
The door opened, and in walked Jo's doctor, closely followed by Gil and Catherine. "This is our vic, huh?" Gil whispered in Catherine's ear.
She nodded slightly and walked forward. "Jo, this is Gil Grissom. He's the head of our team." She said, introducing the two. "Gil, meet Joann Morris." They shook hands.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Grissom." Gil nodded in reply. As the doctor checked over Jo's shoulder, Catherine settled in.
"Hey, Jo? I'm going to get some stuff for you, ok? I'll stop by the lab and get cleaned up too. I'll be back in a little while." Nick walked out when his god daughter smiled back at him and said ok.
"Jo, we've got to talk to you again. Will you tell us what happened last night?" Gil asked the young girl sitting in the hospital bed. The doctor had finished, and had announced to the room that she 'was heeling up just fine. You should be out by tonight or tommorow morning.'
Jo slowly recounted the events of the pervious night, starting from when she got to Nick's. Gil thought to himself, 'Poor kid. Must be really hard for her.'
"Nick stayed with me the whole night. It's strange to have someone care so much."
"What do you mean?" Catherine asked.
"Well, uh....my parents," she sighed. "I always got the feeling that they didn't really care about me." She stared down and began playing with her nails again. "See, my parents never really payed attention to me. They were so incredibly obsessed with work. I mean, the reason I'm not studing at Harvard right now is that Daddy had just gotten a promotion and didn't want to leave."
Catherine and Gil exchanged looks, but Jo kept on, "I mean, if I needed money or something they would give it. They weren't stingy, persay- just noncaring. Like, when I asked for money, they wouldn't ask what it was for, or anything, just how much it I wanted."
"That's why I have blue hair and a piercing in my lip. I kept trying to get some kind of reaction. Any kind, good or bad. Just something. But no. When I came home with my lip pierced, do you know what my mom said? Do you?" She asked, getting noticibly upset.
The C.S.I.s shook their heads, but both had an idea of what she was going to say. "I'll tell you. It wasn't 'Why?' or 'I can't believe you did this!' Not even 'Hey, that's kind of cool.' She said, 'How much did that cost?'" she finished, breaking into sobs and pulling her knees to her chest. Gil put his head in his hands and Catherine sighed deeply.
"Did, did you tell anyone about this? Nick, maybe?" Catherine asked after Jo stopped with the waterworks.
"Are you crazy? I couldn't tell Nick. Mom and dad were some of his best friends, besides you guys. He told me so. I couldn't do that to him. I told my graphic arts teacher at UNLV, though. His name is Mr. Perkins."
"And you've told him all of what you've told us?" Gil added. She nodded and Gil took down his name. "Thank you for talking with us, Jo. We'll keep in contact."
The C.S.I.s stepped out and Gil began . "She's defiantly a suspect now. We've got a motive."
"What about that Mr. Perkins? We should have Warrick and Sara check him out." The team leader nodded and they walked together to the elevator. As the doors opened, Nick stepped out, his arms loaded down with clothes, food, books, and things to do when one is bored. Catherine laughed at his load, and Gil hurried to grab the pint of Ben & Jerry's that was about to crash onto the floor.
"Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough. Nice choice." Gil asked, putting it back on the top of the pile.
Nick smiled. "Her favorite."