Disclaimer: I acknowledge that I do not own these characters, therefor you cannot sue.
Author's Note: I wasn't going to update this due to a case of writer's block associated to this story, but since people are asking for more...I can't really say no now can I ? You gotta give the people what they want, right ? And for the two who have taken the time to email me, you can stop the threats here's the final chapter. If this is inferior to the previous chapters, my apologies, this was written purely on demand.
PS : ~*~*~*~*~ notes the beginning and ending of flashback, and * * * * * notes the time lapses.
What A Day - Chapter 3 -
At the gas station.
Grissom flipped his cell phone closed and turned to his fellow CSIs. "I just got Brass on the phone, he'll be here as soon as possible. And they also sent another crew to our crime scene. You know Nicky, the one we should have arrived to hours ago?"
Nick nodded then turned away irritated.
* * * * *
A few minutes later, the CSIs were all waiting silently outside for Brass to arrive.
Sara was the first to speak. "Well since we've told you guys what happened to us, how about you do the same in return?"
Nick turned to Warrick and with a pleading look he mouthed the word 'no'. Warrick gave him an evil glare then turned to the rest of his colleagues who were waiting in anticipation.
"You want the short version or the long one?" he asked them whilst picking at his gooey hair.
"Before you do" Catherine interrupted, "What exactly is that stuff?" she pointed, obviously at the 'substance' he and Nick were covered in.
Warrick sighed before he continued, "Well you see that large bin-looking-thing over there" he pointed, the rest of the CSIs directed their eyes to where Warrick was pointing, "Well let's just say we sort of fell in it. Don't ask me what it is, I don't know" he continued " All I know is that it has a gelatine texture and thank God for us" he stated looking skywards "It's odourless. We could have been in worse...stuff."
Grissom turned his gaze back to Nick and Warrick, his move was quickly copied by the two women sitting next to him. He tilted his head slightly, then with a puzzling look he asked, " How did you two end up falling in there?"
Nick looked away and Warrick let out another sigh, then spoke "Okay I guess we'll just start from the beginning."
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Nick and Warrick were about forty minutes out when the heat really started to get to them. Nick started to hang back a little.
"Nick, what are you doing?" Warrick yelled at him from a short distance.
"I'm thirsty, I'm tired, it's way too hot and the damn sun is starting to get on my nerves!" Nick shot back at him, looking very frustrated.
"What the hell do you want me to do about it?" Warrick shot back. Getting angry himself, he was sick of Nick's whining.
Nick caught up with him. "Warrick can't we just stop fallowing the damn road? It turns that way, way up ahead anyway. I think it might save us some time if we took a short cut through there." he said pointing out his directions. "Plus I think I see trees further ahead, we can take a quick rest. I'm dying of heat and I might just snap!".
Warrick silently agreed and started on his way, he was to tired to argue.
* * * * *
They had now arrived at the location Nick had designated to be their little 'rest stop'. At least the trees could be used for a little shade. The two men both sat and got as comfortable as they could, leaning their heads against the tree.
A very short while later they both observed what looked like from a long distance, a tiny scorpion like creature battling a piece of rock. Warrick stared out of boredom and Nick stared in disgust, he hated anything that had to do with either scorpions or snakes. Meanwhile Warrick was shooing away an annoyance that was buzzing around him, this went totally unnoticed by Nick.
Warrick sat up, "Okay enough rest. I just want to find the damn gas station. Let's go Nick." he said as he stood.
Nick lifted his head away from the tree and was about to stand when he felt a sting in the back of his neck. He squealed, got up and started to run around, arms flailing about, hitting Warrick as he went by.
"Nick! What the hell is wrong with you!? You hit me in the eye!" Warrick yelled at him, one of his hands covering his burning eye.
Nick then threw himself on the ground and started to roll around.
"Nick, what the hell is wrong with you!?" Warrick repeated.
"I got bit!" Nick replied, still rolling. "What if it's one of those poisonous desert bugs!...Oh my God! I'm dying!" he yelled increasing his rolling speed.
Warrick stared at his friend in disbelief. He's crazy, he's got desert fever or something. And the rolling is not helping!, he thought. Warrick then decided to put an end to this, he tackled Nick on the ground to stop his rolling.
"Stay away!" Nick yelled as he tried to push his friend away, "It might be contagious!".
Warrick rolled Nick over, told him not to move and started examining the back of his neck. He then let out a huge laugh and stepped away from Nick. "You got 'bit' by a bee, man."
"What?" asked Nick looking up from his now sitting position. "Are you sure?" he asked.
"Positive" answered Warrick.
"Oh" Nick stood up, dusting off his partly ripped clothes. " I guess with the heat and all...I may have over reacted a bit." he stated plainly.
"A bit? I guess the heat is really affecting you...you know if I had my gun, I was ready to shoot you" Warrick stated sarcastically.
Nick gave him a look, then they both started their way.
* * * * *
Nick and Warrick soon realized that leaving the road had been a tremendous mistake. They had somehow ended up back at their personal 'rest stop' where Nick had gone psycho earlier. After a few angry words and threats from Warrick, they both decided to return to the original plan and follow the road.
* * * * *
When they finally arrived at the busted down gas station, the station employee told them to wait outside for him to get his tow truck from the garage at his house which was about five minutes from the gas station itself.
When he left them, Nick and Warrick began a heated argument about their little adventure.
"This is all your fault you know." Warrick yelled at him.
"Shut up. I'm tired of everyone blaming me for this whole thing."
"Well it is your fault" Warrick rebuttaled
"I said shut up!" Nick yelled back, stepping closer to Warrick.
"Don't bark orders at me!" Warrick exclaimed.
Then all hell broke loose, Warrick shoved Nick's shoulder, Nick shoved him back, then the two started to wrestle a little until Warrick had Nick in a head lock. As Nick tried to break free, they backed up and fell back first into a large bin of goo.
After both coming up for air, they took one look at each other and realized how stupid and childish they were acting. Both bursting out with laughter.
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The three CSIs who were listening to this story, looked at Nick and Warrick blankly for a moment, then they themselves bursted out in laughter.
After the laughter dies down, Catherine turned to Warrick, "You're serious?" she asked him.
"About the bug fit too?" Sara pitched in.
"Dead serious" Warrick replied.
They all turned to a now fully embarrassed red faced Nick and the laughter began once again.
* * * * *
Brass pulled up to the station and got out of the Tahoe, he had been driving for hours. He was met by a drained looking Grissom while the rest of the CSIs just walked passed him without so much as a 'hello'.
"One car, Brass?" Grissom asked. "Did you count how many passengers you had to pick up?"
"Hey, I just drove for hours all the way out here to get your sorry asses back to Vegas. Sorry if this is not up to your standards...you can show a little appreciation." Brass barked back.
"Thank you" Grissom replied, didn't feel like arguing over this.
"Those two are going to have to pay for the mess they cause back there...what happened anyway?" Brass asked curiously.
"Jim...' Grissom sighed. " It's a really long story." Both now heading towards the Tahoe.
THE END.
A/N: Yes I do realize that the CSI team work the night shift, but for the purpose of this story it had to be during the day. Anyway hope you enjoyed, thanks for reading.