Disclaimer: Unfortunately, none of these characters belong to me, except for Elle and Harrison Stokes.
Wow, Chapter 20. This is really hard for me to believe because I only meant for this to be one chapter long, and it just amazes me. Lord know I want to end this thing soon, so either this will be the last chapter, or the next. Not sure yet, but I'll let you know. Read on!
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"Mr. and Mrs. Stokes?" a young candy-striper called out from the hall leading to the rooms that held many patients from today.
"Yes, that's us." Nick said, getting up and grabbing Sara's hand. "Can we see our son now?"
"Is your son Harrison?" After she saw them nod, she continued. "Please follow me, he's in Room 328." the young woman said, as she led them to a brightly painted green and orange room, with a dinosaur mural on the wall. As they entered, Sara smiled and began to cry tears of joy as she saw her son sitting up in bed, playing with the doctor.
"Harrison!" Sara practically shrieked, causing a boy sitting in the bed next to Harrison's, who was younger, to stir in his sleep. "Oh, sweetheart, are you alright?"
"Yeah, Mommy, I'm fine." he said, as Sara sat herself down by his knees on his bed, and kissing him on the forehead.
"Dr. Minter, when will we be able to take him home?" Nick said, looking from his son to the doctor.
"He should be ready to leave tomorrow, we just want to keep him overnight for observation." he said, getting an automatic reaction from Sara. "Not to worry, Mrs. Stokes. Its become almost policy for us to keep a car accident victim, especially children, here overnight. It makes all us doctors and nurses feel a little better when we discharge them. He got very lucky, Mrs. Stokes." he tousled Harrison's longer hair. "Very lucky." And with that, Dr. Minter was gone.
"Hey buddy, so you're feeling better?" Nick asked, sitting in the chair that Dr. Minter was sitting in before.
"Yeah, Dad. My belly hurts a little, though." Harrison said, reaching up and rubbing where it hurt.
"Its going to hurt for a little while, Harrison. The doctor said you broke a few ribs." Sara said, reaching over and pushing stray strands of hair out of his face.
"I know! Isn't that cool? He said I broke four of them." Harrison said.
"Ha! He's a real Stokes boy. Proud of his injuries." Nick said, giving Harrison a high-five.
"Nick! Its not something to be proud of." Sara said, looking from Nick to Harrison. "Sweetie, you don't want to get hurt just so you can say your hurt." Just as Nick rolled his eyes at her comment, they heard a knock on the door. All three turned around to see Elle, Greg, Warrick and Catherine standing there.
"Harrison!! You're awake!!" Elle yelled, jumping onto Nick's lap and getting into the bed with Harrison. Elle gave him a big kiss on his cheek.
"Ew! Elle!!" Harrison said, trying to push his sister off of him. Sure, he loved his sister, but kisses were like going to the dentist to a four-year old.
"Come on Elle, lets let your brother rest. He got very hurt today." Sara said, helping Elle down off the bed. "Hey Cath?" Sara said, everything catching up with her. When she saw Catherine acknowledge her question, Sara continued. "Aren't you supposed to be watching our other children?"
"Oh, don't worry." Catherine said, as Elle ran to her side. "Grissom's taken care of it."
"What?" Nick, Sara, even Warrick and Greg exclaimed.
"What? Its not like Grissom has never handled children before. He's babysat Elle and Harrison enough to know the basics." Catherine said, as she picked Elle up off the floor and headed to Harrison's bedside where everyone else stood.
"Yeah, Cath, he has. But it was never at the same time. We were scared to have him have the twins at the same time, but now triplets?" Nick asked, worrying more and more as each second went by about the safety of his children under the care of Grissom. Sure, he trusted him, but Nick could barely handle the triplets.
"Nick, do I detest a little distrust in our faithful leader?" Catherine questioned.
"No Catherine, but he's taking care of three infants all by himself?" Sara asked, answering for her husband.
"Sara, Sara, Sara. Trust me, they're fine." Catherine asked, winking at Elle who had sat herself down at the end of Harrison's bed.
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"Shh! Olivia, its going to be OK. Mommy and Daddy will be home soon." Grissom said, rocking the baby gently in his arms. "They better be or else.. No, no sweetie. Don't cry. Please? Please stop crying, Olivia."
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"So, they think he'll be out of here by tomorrow?" Warrick asked Nick as they went in search of coffee for them, and the others.
"Yeah, the doctor said they just want to make sure everything's OK. Its normal, especially with children." Nick said, as they made there way to the cafeteria. "They should have coffee in here, right?"
"Yeah, its probably doesn't taste all that great but the girls said they wanted caffeine, didn't they?" Warrick told him, as they reached for the Styrofoam cups on the counter next to the coffee machines. One read 'Decaf' and the other read 'Regular'. Next to the machines were fixings - milk, sugar, creamer, and plastic sticks used as stirrers.
"Hey man, do you really think Grissom is OK with the babies, or should I go home and check on him?" Nick asked, placing a cover on his and Sara's coffees as he prepared to make one for Greg.
"Nick, I'm sure he's doing fine. They're just babies, and its late. I'm sure they're already asleep." Warrick said, grabbing a coffee cup holder with four cup holds, and holding the fifth in his hand.
"Yeah, I guess your right." Nick said, shrugging off any worries he had and knowing he had to focus his attention on his family that was here with him.
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"Oh, I see Mr. Ethan isn't in the mood for sleeping while Uncle Grissom is here, is he?" Grissom asked, picking the infant out of the crib he slept in. Grissom surprised himself at how calm he was around such tiny creatures, but then scolded himself for downing two cups of Jack Daniels. 'Hey, it helped me calm down, right?' he thought to himself.
After Olivia had her screaming and crying rampage that her brothers slept through, Grissom knew he couldn't handle one of the other two doing the same. And then he thought of Olivia waking, and going through the same thing again. Grissom knew there was only one thing that was going to keep him constant during the night, and that was alcohol.
Once Ethan had fallen back asleep, Grissom wondered out loud at how Catherine had gotten him into babysitting for triplets. Triplets who were infants, nonetheless. He marveled at how convincing she was. 'I want to check on Harrison' 'You'll do fine, Gris' she had told him 'You're a grown man! They're infants!'
Grissom had never realized what kind of a weapon infants were. He questioned why the government hadn't been bringing infants over to Iraq to torture people and find out where Saddam and Osama were.
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"We come bearing coffee. And a hot chocolate for the little miss." Warrick said, handing the coffee holder to Catherine who gave a cup to Sara, Greg, Nick and herself. Warrick handed Elle a Styrofoam cup filled with hot chocolate.
"And a juice for the bravest boy I've ever met." Nick said, handing Harrison a cup of orange juice he had swiped off of a cart in the hallway.
"So, how do you guys think Grissom is doing with the babies?" Greg asked, endlessly amused at the idea of his boss taking care of three small children.
"I don't even want to think about it" Sara said, sipping her piping hot coffee.
"Oh Sara, come on, have a little faith in Grissom" Catherine said, astonishing her friends and co-workers at how she swallowed the scorching liquid in one gulp. "What? Its not that hot, you guys are just a bunch of wimps." she said, throwing her empty Styrofoam cup in the waste paper backset.
"Daddy?" Harrison asked, pulling the cup away from his mouth and staring at the contents inside of it.
"What, Har?" Nick asked, looking at his son as he sat in his hospital bed.
"This juice tastes funny." said Harrison, handing the cup over to his mother.
"What are you talking about, its apple juice!" Nick said, looking at Sara as she took the cover off the juice and smelled it.
"Nicky.. this isn't apple juice." Sara said, her expression changing from light and happy, to sickened and appalled.
"What are you talking about, Sar?" he said, laughing, looking at Greg. "What else would it be besides apple juice?"
"Nicky, its urine."
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Hehe, OK, I added some humor because the last chapter or two were more depressing than the rest of the story. Read and review!
Wow, Chapter 20. This is really hard for me to believe because I only meant for this to be one chapter long, and it just amazes me. Lord know I want to end this thing soon, so either this will be the last chapter, or the next. Not sure yet, but I'll let you know. Read on!
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"Mr. and Mrs. Stokes?" a young candy-striper called out from the hall leading to the rooms that held many patients from today.
"Yes, that's us." Nick said, getting up and grabbing Sara's hand. "Can we see our son now?"
"Is your son Harrison?" After she saw them nod, she continued. "Please follow me, he's in Room 328." the young woman said, as she led them to a brightly painted green and orange room, with a dinosaur mural on the wall. As they entered, Sara smiled and began to cry tears of joy as she saw her son sitting up in bed, playing with the doctor.
"Harrison!" Sara practically shrieked, causing a boy sitting in the bed next to Harrison's, who was younger, to stir in his sleep. "Oh, sweetheart, are you alright?"
"Yeah, Mommy, I'm fine." he said, as Sara sat herself down by his knees on his bed, and kissing him on the forehead.
"Dr. Minter, when will we be able to take him home?" Nick said, looking from his son to the doctor.
"He should be ready to leave tomorrow, we just want to keep him overnight for observation." he said, getting an automatic reaction from Sara. "Not to worry, Mrs. Stokes. Its become almost policy for us to keep a car accident victim, especially children, here overnight. It makes all us doctors and nurses feel a little better when we discharge them. He got very lucky, Mrs. Stokes." he tousled Harrison's longer hair. "Very lucky." And with that, Dr. Minter was gone.
"Hey buddy, so you're feeling better?" Nick asked, sitting in the chair that Dr. Minter was sitting in before.
"Yeah, Dad. My belly hurts a little, though." Harrison said, reaching up and rubbing where it hurt.
"Its going to hurt for a little while, Harrison. The doctor said you broke a few ribs." Sara said, reaching over and pushing stray strands of hair out of his face.
"I know! Isn't that cool? He said I broke four of them." Harrison said.
"Ha! He's a real Stokes boy. Proud of his injuries." Nick said, giving Harrison a high-five.
"Nick! Its not something to be proud of." Sara said, looking from Nick to Harrison. "Sweetie, you don't want to get hurt just so you can say your hurt." Just as Nick rolled his eyes at her comment, they heard a knock on the door. All three turned around to see Elle, Greg, Warrick and Catherine standing there.
"Harrison!! You're awake!!" Elle yelled, jumping onto Nick's lap and getting into the bed with Harrison. Elle gave him a big kiss on his cheek.
"Ew! Elle!!" Harrison said, trying to push his sister off of him. Sure, he loved his sister, but kisses were like going to the dentist to a four-year old.
"Come on Elle, lets let your brother rest. He got very hurt today." Sara said, helping Elle down off the bed. "Hey Cath?" Sara said, everything catching up with her. When she saw Catherine acknowledge her question, Sara continued. "Aren't you supposed to be watching our other children?"
"Oh, don't worry." Catherine said, as Elle ran to her side. "Grissom's taken care of it."
"What?" Nick, Sara, even Warrick and Greg exclaimed.
"What? Its not like Grissom has never handled children before. He's babysat Elle and Harrison enough to know the basics." Catherine said, as she picked Elle up off the floor and headed to Harrison's bedside where everyone else stood.
"Yeah, Cath, he has. But it was never at the same time. We were scared to have him have the twins at the same time, but now triplets?" Nick asked, worrying more and more as each second went by about the safety of his children under the care of Grissom. Sure, he trusted him, but Nick could barely handle the triplets.
"Nick, do I detest a little distrust in our faithful leader?" Catherine questioned.
"No Catherine, but he's taking care of three infants all by himself?" Sara asked, answering for her husband.
"Sara, Sara, Sara. Trust me, they're fine." Catherine asked, winking at Elle who had sat herself down at the end of Harrison's bed.
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"Shh! Olivia, its going to be OK. Mommy and Daddy will be home soon." Grissom said, rocking the baby gently in his arms. "They better be or else.. No, no sweetie. Don't cry. Please? Please stop crying, Olivia."
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"So, they think he'll be out of here by tomorrow?" Warrick asked Nick as they went in search of coffee for them, and the others.
"Yeah, the doctor said they just want to make sure everything's OK. Its normal, especially with children." Nick said, as they made there way to the cafeteria. "They should have coffee in here, right?"
"Yeah, its probably doesn't taste all that great but the girls said they wanted caffeine, didn't they?" Warrick told him, as they reached for the Styrofoam cups on the counter next to the coffee machines. One read 'Decaf' and the other read 'Regular'. Next to the machines were fixings - milk, sugar, creamer, and plastic sticks used as stirrers.
"Hey man, do you really think Grissom is OK with the babies, or should I go home and check on him?" Nick asked, placing a cover on his and Sara's coffees as he prepared to make one for Greg.
"Nick, I'm sure he's doing fine. They're just babies, and its late. I'm sure they're already asleep." Warrick said, grabbing a coffee cup holder with four cup holds, and holding the fifth in his hand.
"Yeah, I guess your right." Nick said, shrugging off any worries he had and knowing he had to focus his attention on his family that was here with him.
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"Oh, I see Mr. Ethan isn't in the mood for sleeping while Uncle Grissom is here, is he?" Grissom asked, picking the infant out of the crib he slept in. Grissom surprised himself at how calm he was around such tiny creatures, but then scolded himself for downing two cups of Jack Daniels. 'Hey, it helped me calm down, right?' he thought to himself.
After Olivia had her screaming and crying rampage that her brothers slept through, Grissom knew he couldn't handle one of the other two doing the same. And then he thought of Olivia waking, and going through the same thing again. Grissom knew there was only one thing that was going to keep him constant during the night, and that was alcohol.
Once Ethan had fallen back asleep, Grissom wondered out loud at how Catherine had gotten him into babysitting for triplets. Triplets who were infants, nonetheless. He marveled at how convincing she was. 'I want to check on Harrison' 'You'll do fine, Gris' she had told him 'You're a grown man! They're infants!'
Grissom had never realized what kind of a weapon infants were. He questioned why the government hadn't been bringing infants over to Iraq to torture people and find out where Saddam and Osama were.
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"We come bearing coffee. And a hot chocolate for the little miss." Warrick said, handing the coffee holder to Catherine who gave a cup to Sara, Greg, Nick and herself. Warrick handed Elle a Styrofoam cup filled with hot chocolate.
"And a juice for the bravest boy I've ever met." Nick said, handing Harrison a cup of orange juice he had swiped off of a cart in the hallway.
"So, how do you guys think Grissom is doing with the babies?" Greg asked, endlessly amused at the idea of his boss taking care of three small children.
"I don't even want to think about it" Sara said, sipping her piping hot coffee.
"Oh Sara, come on, have a little faith in Grissom" Catherine said, astonishing her friends and co-workers at how she swallowed the scorching liquid in one gulp. "What? Its not that hot, you guys are just a bunch of wimps." she said, throwing her empty Styrofoam cup in the waste paper backset.
"Daddy?" Harrison asked, pulling the cup away from his mouth and staring at the contents inside of it.
"What, Har?" Nick asked, looking at his son as he sat in his hospital bed.
"This juice tastes funny." said Harrison, handing the cup over to his mother.
"What are you talking about, its apple juice!" Nick said, looking at Sara as she took the cover off the juice and smelled it.
"Nicky.. this isn't apple juice." Sara said, her expression changing from light and happy, to sickened and appalled.
"What are you talking about, Sar?" he said, laughing, looking at Greg. "What else would it be besides apple juice?"
"Nicky, its urine."
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Hehe, OK, I added some humor because the last chapter or two were more depressing than the rest of the story. Read and review!