The bubble bath was exactly what I needed. I sat there luxuriating in the
warm water, feeling my muscles relax. After the water started getting
cold, I pulled myself out and dried off. I put the pajamas on the Nick had
pulled out for me and blew the candles out. I decided that sleep sounded
good and as I walked into my bedroom, I couldn't help but smile. Nick had
turned the covers on my bed down. There was far more to him than I ever
imagined and I made a mental note to explore that a little more. But after
I'd gotten some rest and after I got this damn splint off of my hand. I
crawled into bed and pulled the covers up. I must have fallen asleep right
away because then next thing I knew I was waking up and looking at the
clock. Shift had already begun and I was glad that Grissom had told me to
take part of it off.
I was sure that Nick was wondering if I was still sleeping so I picked up
the phone and dialed his number. He answered on the first ring. "Stokes."
I smiled as I greeted him. "Hey."
I could hear the smile in his voice. "You just waking up?"
"Yeah. Thanks for everything. I really needed that. You are too sweet." I really appreciated him.
"Want me to come get you?" I could tell he wanted to know if I was still tired.
"Yeah, I just need to get dressed. How's the case? I assume you're at work." If I was a betting woman, I would guess that he'd gotten there before shift had started.
"Greg got the DNA results back. Your hunch was right. Franklin Pierce is really Mr. Williams' grandson. Here's the twist though. Chelsea Smith isn't related to him, at least by blood. She's adopted, and as for Franklin Pierce, his real name is Gerald Williams. We still need a lucky break though, babe. We've got the evidence; we just need to find him." Nick had been busy and I silently wondered if he hadn't gone back to work as soon as he'd left my apartment.
"You've been busy." I knew I have an inquisitive tone in my voice.
He chuckled. "Ok, so I came back after I left your place." He changed his tone. "You hungry? I could use a break."
"Yeah. I guess I could eat." I suddenly did feel hungry.
"Ok, I'll swing by somewhere and pick up something and come over. We can eat and then come back here." I heard talking in the background. "Oh, Warrick's coming too."
I chuckled. "Let me guess, he's been pulling a double too."
"You're good, Sidle." He was laughing.
"Ok, I'll see you guys in a little while then." I hung the phone up and pulled myself out of bed. I wandered into the bathroom and took a look at myself in the mirror. I guess it would do. I wandered back into my bedroom and pulled out some black slacks and a dark red shirt that Catherine had once said she thought complimented my complexion. I had to laugh, why was I worried about looking good? Nick was in love with me. Well, maybe I wanted to look good because I wanted him to want me. I was starting to realize that there was more to life than solving crimes. Grissom had always told me that I needed to find a distraction. Well, Nick was a damn fine distraction.
Before I realized how much time had gone by, I heard a knock at the door. Nick and Warrick stood there with food in hand. I opened the door wide as they entered. They set the food down and Nick walked over and wrapped his arms around me, planting a kiss on my lips. As he pulled away he grinned. "I hope you like Chinese."
I grinned. "I love Chinese."
Warrick just chuckled at the exchange. "I'm glad your hunch worked out, but I have to say that it's more of Nick move than a Grissom move." I caught his meaning. I could tell that he thought Nick and I together was a good idea.
We sat on the couch and ate, discussing the case. Apparently, Gerald Williams had been the black sheep of the family. When he was younger, he'd been pretty close with Chelsea. The grandfather had caught Gerald trying to molest one of his younger cousins when he was 24 and that's when the running had begun. Somehow, he'd caught up with Chelsea when she'd done her internship at the police department and had seduced her. At first she didn't know who he was. We supposed that with her husband constantly at sea that she'd sought comfort where it was easily found. When she found out that she was pregnant, she went to stay with her grandfather while her husband was shipped out to Iraq. Gerald found out she was pregnant and went to see her, insisting that she get an abortion. She refused and while they were in the middle of talking, Mr. Williams had returned and recognized him for who he was. We surmised that this was when Chelsea had stolen the tazer gun and left her intern position at the police department. Gerald Williams had kept his distance until several days ago when he'd returned to kill Chelsea. We suspected that Mr. Williams was collateral damage in the whole situation and that his death might possibly be murder as well, but we weren't sure that it could be proven beyond a shadow of a doubt in a court of law.
All we needed now was a break. We needed to get this guy off the street and in jail. I just hoped that it was soon.
We finished our meal and headed back to the lab. The rest of the shift was painfully slow. Poor Nick was asleep on his feet and Warrick wasn't much better. Grissom finally sent us all home.
Nick ended up at my apartment with me and I insisted that he just stay. I was afraid that he wouldn't be able to stay awake at the wheel of his Denali and quite frankly I was interested in seeing where things between us might go, after he'd had some sleep.
The only real highlight over the next couple of days was that I was able to take the damn splint off of my hand. Have I mentioned how much I hated that thing? In any case, the doctor said I could drive again and I was glad; although I did really enjoy spending all that time with Nick. He and I talked about it and decided that we're not quite ready to have sex even though I know that we will before too much longer. I think we both just want to make sure that we're not moving things along too fast. I have a feeling that Nick is a keeper, and if that's the case, there's no need to rush things. We'll have plenty of time to enjoy each other in the future. I mean, we've been dating less than two weeks, but with all the time we've been spending together, it seems like much longer.
I think it was a few days after I'd gotten the green light about taking the splint off of my hand that I got paged. We'd gotten the break we'd be waiting for. In a routine traffic stop for a broken tail light, Gerald Williams had been picked up. He had already begun to use a new identity. A real original one at that. John Glenn. They found the stolen tazer in the trunk of his car and he was sporting a pair of Lucchese boots. We obtained a DNA sample and with Greg moving it to the top of the list we were able to confirm that he was indeed the man that we were looking for.
I'm feeling much more balanced these days. I don't think that with Nick around, I'm going to be able to let cases get to me as much. Not that they won't affect me, they always will, that's why I'm doing this for a living in the first place, but I have a distraction and he's very good for me.
The End.
I smiled as I greeted him. "Hey."
I could hear the smile in his voice. "You just waking up?"
"Yeah. Thanks for everything. I really needed that. You are too sweet." I really appreciated him.
"Want me to come get you?" I could tell he wanted to know if I was still tired.
"Yeah, I just need to get dressed. How's the case? I assume you're at work." If I was a betting woman, I would guess that he'd gotten there before shift had started.
"Greg got the DNA results back. Your hunch was right. Franklin Pierce is really Mr. Williams' grandson. Here's the twist though. Chelsea Smith isn't related to him, at least by blood. She's adopted, and as for Franklin Pierce, his real name is Gerald Williams. We still need a lucky break though, babe. We've got the evidence; we just need to find him." Nick had been busy and I silently wondered if he hadn't gone back to work as soon as he'd left my apartment.
"You've been busy." I knew I have an inquisitive tone in my voice.
He chuckled. "Ok, so I came back after I left your place." He changed his tone. "You hungry? I could use a break."
"Yeah. I guess I could eat." I suddenly did feel hungry.
"Ok, I'll swing by somewhere and pick up something and come over. We can eat and then come back here." I heard talking in the background. "Oh, Warrick's coming too."
I chuckled. "Let me guess, he's been pulling a double too."
"You're good, Sidle." He was laughing.
"Ok, I'll see you guys in a little while then." I hung the phone up and pulled myself out of bed. I wandered into the bathroom and took a look at myself in the mirror. I guess it would do. I wandered back into my bedroom and pulled out some black slacks and a dark red shirt that Catherine had once said she thought complimented my complexion. I had to laugh, why was I worried about looking good? Nick was in love with me. Well, maybe I wanted to look good because I wanted him to want me. I was starting to realize that there was more to life than solving crimes. Grissom had always told me that I needed to find a distraction. Well, Nick was a damn fine distraction.
Before I realized how much time had gone by, I heard a knock at the door. Nick and Warrick stood there with food in hand. I opened the door wide as they entered. They set the food down and Nick walked over and wrapped his arms around me, planting a kiss on my lips. As he pulled away he grinned. "I hope you like Chinese."
I grinned. "I love Chinese."
Warrick just chuckled at the exchange. "I'm glad your hunch worked out, but I have to say that it's more of Nick move than a Grissom move." I caught his meaning. I could tell that he thought Nick and I together was a good idea.
We sat on the couch and ate, discussing the case. Apparently, Gerald Williams had been the black sheep of the family. When he was younger, he'd been pretty close with Chelsea. The grandfather had caught Gerald trying to molest one of his younger cousins when he was 24 and that's when the running had begun. Somehow, he'd caught up with Chelsea when she'd done her internship at the police department and had seduced her. At first she didn't know who he was. We supposed that with her husband constantly at sea that she'd sought comfort where it was easily found. When she found out that she was pregnant, she went to stay with her grandfather while her husband was shipped out to Iraq. Gerald found out she was pregnant and went to see her, insisting that she get an abortion. She refused and while they were in the middle of talking, Mr. Williams had returned and recognized him for who he was. We surmised that this was when Chelsea had stolen the tazer gun and left her intern position at the police department. Gerald Williams had kept his distance until several days ago when he'd returned to kill Chelsea. We suspected that Mr. Williams was collateral damage in the whole situation and that his death might possibly be murder as well, but we weren't sure that it could be proven beyond a shadow of a doubt in a court of law.
All we needed now was a break. We needed to get this guy off the street and in jail. I just hoped that it was soon.
We finished our meal and headed back to the lab. The rest of the shift was painfully slow. Poor Nick was asleep on his feet and Warrick wasn't much better. Grissom finally sent us all home.
Nick ended up at my apartment with me and I insisted that he just stay. I was afraid that he wouldn't be able to stay awake at the wheel of his Denali and quite frankly I was interested in seeing where things between us might go, after he'd had some sleep.
The only real highlight over the next couple of days was that I was able to take the damn splint off of my hand. Have I mentioned how much I hated that thing? In any case, the doctor said I could drive again and I was glad; although I did really enjoy spending all that time with Nick. He and I talked about it and decided that we're not quite ready to have sex even though I know that we will before too much longer. I think we both just want to make sure that we're not moving things along too fast. I have a feeling that Nick is a keeper, and if that's the case, there's no need to rush things. We'll have plenty of time to enjoy each other in the future. I mean, we've been dating less than two weeks, but with all the time we've been spending together, it seems like much longer.
I think it was a few days after I'd gotten the green light about taking the splint off of my hand that I got paged. We'd gotten the break we'd be waiting for. In a routine traffic stop for a broken tail light, Gerald Williams had been picked up. He had already begun to use a new identity. A real original one at that. John Glenn. They found the stolen tazer in the trunk of his car and he was sporting a pair of Lucchese boots. We obtained a DNA sample and with Greg moving it to the top of the list we were able to confirm that he was indeed the man that we were looking for.
I'm feeling much more balanced these days. I don't think that with Nick around, I'm going to be able to let cases get to me as much. Not that they won't affect me, they always will, that's why I'm doing this for a living in the first place, but I have a distraction and he's very good for me.
The End.