Disclaimer: Unfortunately, none of these characters belong to me, except for Elle and Harrison Stokes.
Oh, I love how everyone hates Ms. DiMonda. I hate her too, she's basically an incarnation of my 2nd grade teacher who I despised beyond belief. Ugh, I hated her so much. I bit my nails during school, and I remember one time she flipped out, and threw a book at me. Needless to say, she was fired the next month. Mwahaha, my power lies far beyond that of the fanfiction.
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"Daddy, how come Greg works here and Uncle Grissom works there?" Harrison said, sitting on a stool in the lab and pointing towards where he saw Grissom's office, which was unoccupied at the time. Nick had brought them there after they had eaten a quick lunch, and Elle had changed from her school shoes to a comfortable pair of jelly flip flops.
"Because Greg's our friendly lab technician" Nick said, patting Greg on the back "And Uncle Grissom…." Nick paused for a moment, trying to find the best word "isn't."
"Nice work, Daddyo, but I work in here because Grissom can't focus the microscope on anything without MY help" Greg said, obviously gloating, but enjoying the company he had. Usually he had people who weren't in the mood to talk, or were just annoyed with him.
"Greg?" Elle said. "What happens if I press this red button?"
"Well, if you press the red button, the sprinklers in the lab go off. You only press it in case of an emergency where'd you need to use the sprinklers, like a fire." Greg said, picking up Elle from her current position next to the big, red button and seating her on a stool next to Harrison. For some reason, he just didn't trust her. Kids and buttons never seemed to mix well.
"Oooooh" Elle said, clearly enchanted with the red button.
"So Daddyo" Greg said, getting a look from Nick that he knew meant death. Greg had called him 'Daddyo' since the day the twins were born. Sara tried to tell Nick that it was a term of endearment, that Greg saw him as a father figure not only to the twins but also to him, but Nick didn't buy any of it. He knew Greg was taunting him about giving up his so-called 'playboy' lifestyle, which never really existed, but Greg liked to think it did. "When is Sara coming home?"
"Eh, when she called this morning, she said most likely Saturday or Sunday. Some really sick case they had, father used the cord of vertical blinds to kill his son." Nick said, looking over at Harrison. He could never imagine killing his own son, his own flesh and blood, something him and Sara worked so hard to create. He rubbed Harrison's hair, causing him to squirm in his seat.
"Hey Greggo, we have to head home. Its getting late, I have to cook dinner, feed them, and get them all cleaned up and off to bed before 8:30." Nick said, helping Elle off the stool.
"OK, Mr. Mom. Hey guys" Greg said, bending down to Elle's and Harrison's height "I'm really glad you two came today, usually its so boring here with all the dead bodies and stuff."
"OK Greg, that's enough. Say goodbye, you two." Nick said, as Elle and Harrison hugged Greg and said goodbye.
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Thursday night came and went. As did Friday, day and night. Nick took the kids to the park again, this time for lunch. But when it started to rain, they had to run back to the car and head home. Nick was convinced Harrison had caught a cold, because he refused to put his jacket on and sneezed a dozen times during the ride home. Saturday was spent in the house, as the rain continued.
That night, Nick had ordered out for pizzas. He wasn't in the mood to cook again, and couldn't barbeque anything because of the rain. After they had watched "The Lion King", the twins went to sleep. Nick got into bed, coming to the realization that Sara wouldn't be home until sometime tomorrow. He had sought out hope all day that she would walk through that door, and help him with their children. Nick was tired. Very tired in fact, that he fell asleep along with his children as they watched "The Lion King."
At around 1AM, Nick heard someone turning the front doorknob. He was so tired before he went to bed, that he couldn't remember if he had locked the door or not. He pulled on a t-shirt, closed the doors to Elle and Harrison's room, and walked towards the living room. 'Good job, Nicky, leave no lights on.' Usually they left the hallway light on, incase one of the kids had to use the bathroom. Sara didn't want them walking around in the dark, they could bang into something and get hurt.
As Nick rounded the corner into the living-room, he saw a tall figure standing, dripping wet. He inched his way closer. Whatever he had to do, this person wasn't getting near his children, no matter what it took.
"Nicky?" The person asked. Nick realized that this person sounded very much like Sara. He flipped on the lamp that was sitting on the end-table. As he looked up, he was his wife, soaked to the bone, standing in their living room. He ran over to her, and enveloped her in his arms. "Oh Nicky, its so good to be home. I missed you so much." She said, kissing his shoulder with light, sweet kisses.
"Sara, oh, Sara, we've missed you so much." He said, in between kissing her wet hair.
At that moment, he didn't care about how wet she was getting the rug or the fact that the front door was wide open. All that mattered was Sara, and she was right here with him.
"How are the kids?" Sara asked, pulling away from Nick.
"They're absolutely amazing. They've missed you so much, Sara. I'm a good father, but I'm a lousy mother." Nick said, making her laugh.
"You would not believe how much we've worked today to be able to come home. Warrick was even starting to laugh at Grissom's jokes, the few he made." Sara said, peeling off wet clothes as she walked towards the bedrooms.
"Sara" Nick said, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck as they made their way towards their bedroom, "I've missed you so much, you have no idea."
"Nicky" she said, turning around in his arms as they went into their bedroom, "I think I have some idea." She said, kissing him. "Let me go get changed." She grabbed dry pajamas out of her drawer and headed towards the bathroom. She loved the feel of her home, how nice and cozy it was. Not like some hotel room. She always felt they were so impersonal, never special in its own way. Each the exact same.
As she walked towards Elle's room, she picked up dolls and toys that were left by her children. Although sometimes she felt like a maid in her own home, she loved it and wouldn't change it for anything.
Entering Elle's room made Sara feel a sensation throughout her body. A maternal sensation, the type she felt when she first held her daughter or when she watched her take her first steps. It was the type of sensation Sara loved and cherished with her entire spirit.
As Sara brushed a few strays strands of curly locks away from Elle's nose, she stirred.
"Mommy?" Elle said, still slightly asleep. "You're home?"
"Yeah, baby, I'm home. Go back to sleep" Sara said, kissing her forehead. "I'll still be here when you wake up tomorrow."
"OK, Mommy." Elle said. It didn't take her long to fall back asleep.
As Sara entered Harrison's room, she watched him as he slept. Harrison had the face of an angel, or at least in Sara's mind he did. Once night, after Harrison had a bad dream and Sara climbed in bed with him, she watched him sleep the entire night. There was something about his face that Sara was captivated by. She didn't want to wake him up, so she just pulled the blanket over his leg which seemed to escape during his slumber, and kissed him lightly on the forehead.
"I'm home, baby." Sara said. "Mommy's home."
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Aw, yes, it was a very sweet chapter. Its so late, I'm so sleepy. I'll write more soon, I'm addicted to this. Woohoo, read and review!
Oh, I love how everyone hates Ms. DiMonda. I hate her too, she's basically an incarnation of my 2nd grade teacher who I despised beyond belief. Ugh, I hated her so much. I bit my nails during school, and I remember one time she flipped out, and threw a book at me. Needless to say, she was fired the next month. Mwahaha, my power lies far beyond that of the fanfiction.
............................................................................ ...........….
"Daddy, how come Greg works here and Uncle Grissom works there?" Harrison said, sitting on a stool in the lab and pointing towards where he saw Grissom's office, which was unoccupied at the time. Nick had brought them there after they had eaten a quick lunch, and Elle had changed from her school shoes to a comfortable pair of jelly flip flops.
"Because Greg's our friendly lab technician" Nick said, patting Greg on the back "And Uncle Grissom…." Nick paused for a moment, trying to find the best word "isn't."
"Nice work, Daddyo, but I work in here because Grissom can't focus the microscope on anything without MY help" Greg said, obviously gloating, but enjoying the company he had. Usually he had people who weren't in the mood to talk, or were just annoyed with him.
"Greg?" Elle said. "What happens if I press this red button?"
"Well, if you press the red button, the sprinklers in the lab go off. You only press it in case of an emergency where'd you need to use the sprinklers, like a fire." Greg said, picking up Elle from her current position next to the big, red button and seating her on a stool next to Harrison. For some reason, he just didn't trust her. Kids and buttons never seemed to mix well.
"Oooooh" Elle said, clearly enchanted with the red button.
"So Daddyo" Greg said, getting a look from Nick that he knew meant death. Greg had called him 'Daddyo' since the day the twins were born. Sara tried to tell Nick that it was a term of endearment, that Greg saw him as a father figure not only to the twins but also to him, but Nick didn't buy any of it. He knew Greg was taunting him about giving up his so-called 'playboy' lifestyle, which never really existed, but Greg liked to think it did. "When is Sara coming home?"
"Eh, when she called this morning, she said most likely Saturday or Sunday. Some really sick case they had, father used the cord of vertical blinds to kill his son." Nick said, looking over at Harrison. He could never imagine killing his own son, his own flesh and blood, something him and Sara worked so hard to create. He rubbed Harrison's hair, causing him to squirm in his seat.
"Hey Greggo, we have to head home. Its getting late, I have to cook dinner, feed them, and get them all cleaned up and off to bed before 8:30." Nick said, helping Elle off the stool.
"OK, Mr. Mom. Hey guys" Greg said, bending down to Elle's and Harrison's height "I'm really glad you two came today, usually its so boring here with all the dead bodies and stuff."
"OK Greg, that's enough. Say goodbye, you two." Nick said, as Elle and Harrison hugged Greg and said goodbye.
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Thursday night came and went. As did Friday, day and night. Nick took the kids to the park again, this time for lunch. But when it started to rain, they had to run back to the car and head home. Nick was convinced Harrison had caught a cold, because he refused to put his jacket on and sneezed a dozen times during the ride home. Saturday was spent in the house, as the rain continued.
That night, Nick had ordered out for pizzas. He wasn't in the mood to cook again, and couldn't barbeque anything because of the rain. After they had watched "The Lion King", the twins went to sleep. Nick got into bed, coming to the realization that Sara wouldn't be home until sometime tomorrow. He had sought out hope all day that she would walk through that door, and help him with their children. Nick was tired. Very tired in fact, that he fell asleep along with his children as they watched "The Lion King."
At around 1AM, Nick heard someone turning the front doorknob. He was so tired before he went to bed, that he couldn't remember if he had locked the door or not. He pulled on a t-shirt, closed the doors to Elle and Harrison's room, and walked towards the living room. 'Good job, Nicky, leave no lights on.' Usually they left the hallway light on, incase one of the kids had to use the bathroom. Sara didn't want them walking around in the dark, they could bang into something and get hurt.
As Nick rounded the corner into the living-room, he saw a tall figure standing, dripping wet. He inched his way closer. Whatever he had to do, this person wasn't getting near his children, no matter what it took.
"Nicky?" The person asked. Nick realized that this person sounded very much like Sara. He flipped on the lamp that was sitting on the end-table. As he looked up, he was his wife, soaked to the bone, standing in their living room. He ran over to her, and enveloped her in his arms. "Oh Nicky, its so good to be home. I missed you so much." She said, kissing his shoulder with light, sweet kisses.
"Sara, oh, Sara, we've missed you so much." He said, in between kissing her wet hair.
At that moment, he didn't care about how wet she was getting the rug or the fact that the front door was wide open. All that mattered was Sara, and she was right here with him.
"How are the kids?" Sara asked, pulling away from Nick.
"They're absolutely amazing. They've missed you so much, Sara. I'm a good father, but I'm a lousy mother." Nick said, making her laugh.
"You would not believe how much we've worked today to be able to come home. Warrick was even starting to laugh at Grissom's jokes, the few he made." Sara said, peeling off wet clothes as she walked towards the bedrooms.
"Sara" Nick said, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck as they made their way towards their bedroom, "I've missed you so much, you have no idea."
"Nicky" she said, turning around in his arms as they went into their bedroom, "I think I have some idea." She said, kissing him. "Let me go get changed." She grabbed dry pajamas out of her drawer and headed towards the bathroom. She loved the feel of her home, how nice and cozy it was. Not like some hotel room. She always felt they were so impersonal, never special in its own way. Each the exact same.
As she walked towards Elle's room, she picked up dolls and toys that were left by her children. Although sometimes she felt like a maid in her own home, she loved it and wouldn't change it for anything.
Entering Elle's room made Sara feel a sensation throughout her body. A maternal sensation, the type she felt when she first held her daughter or when she watched her take her first steps. It was the type of sensation Sara loved and cherished with her entire spirit.
As Sara brushed a few strays strands of curly locks away from Elle's nose, she stirred.
"Mommy?" Elle said, still slightly asleep. "You're home?"
"Yeah, baby, I'm home. Go back to sleep" Sara said, kissing her forehead. "I'll still be here when you wake up tomorrow."
"OK, Mommy." Elle said. It didn't take her long to fall back asleep.
As Sara entered Harrison's room, she watched him as he slept. Harrison had the face of an angel, or at least in Sara's mind he did. Once night, after Harrison had a bad dream and Sara climbed in bed with him, she watched him sleep the entire night. There was something about his face that Sara was captivated by. She didn't want to wake him up, so she just pulled the blanket over his leg which seemed to escape during his slumber, and kissed him lightly on the forehead.
"I'm home, baby." Sara said. "Mommy's home."
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Aw, yes, it was a very sweet chapter. Its so late, I'm so sleepy. I'll write more soon, I'm addicted to this. Woohoo, read and review!