A/N: Thanks for the reviews!!! They were very encouraging!!! (Well, almost
all of them!) Anyway, I hope you like the next chapter! Oh, and can
anyone fill me in on the CSI Miami rumors?? About Calleigh??? Thanks!
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"Celeste! What are you doing?" Nick asked, exasperated. He ran into Greg's lab after hearing a loud crash. Celeste and Greg exchanged sheepish grins.
"Nothin'," was the innocent reply.
"Whenever you say 'nothing', I know you are up to something!" Nick exclaimed, "I have known you for 17 years, after all," he pointed out before looking at Greg sternly. "And I haven't known you for 17 years, but I have known you long enough!"
"I didn't do anything!" Greg said defensively.
"Liar!" Celeste giggled.
"Shh!" Greg hissed. He and Celeste shared another conspiratorial glance.
"I knew you would get in trouble if I brought you here," Nick muttered.
"Then why did you bring me here?" Celeste asked.
"Because I knew you'd get in trouble at home, too!" Nick said, "Come on."
"Bye Greg! That was fun! Sorry about the mess!"
"Don't worry about it, it'll clean up," Greg said, picking up a few dropped books.
"Celeste, You're going to have to behave. You've gotten kicked out of the morgue for making enough noise to wake the dead, you've gotten in trouble for nosing around in Sara's office, and misplacing a very important file, and you let Grissom's tarantula loose somewhere. Now you're destroying Greg's lab." Nick sighed, "And you haven't even been here for two hours yet."
"Sorry,"
"Yeah, right. And pigs can fly," Nick muttered. "At least tell me one thing, was it legal?" he teased, remembering more than one time that he had needed to save her from being arrested.
"Yes. But only in Nevada."
Nick sighed as he led his sister into the break room, and sat her down at a table, before tossing a chocolate bar in front of her. "Eat." he said. "On second thought," he grabbed the candy and tossed a banana in front of her. "I don't want you on a sugar high all night!" He watched as Sara wandered in, distracted, and sat on the other side of the table.
"Oh, come on, like your curiosity hasn't ever led you to make one bad choice or another?" Celeste asked.
"Never," Nick promised. He grinned when he realized Sara was listening in.
"Oh, what about the time when mom caught you and Samantha sneaking in to the-" Nick blushed and clamped his hand over her mouth.
"Samuel. Samuel and I snuck out of cub scouts one day to, um, buy flowers for mother's day." Nick improvised lamely.
"Oh, Nick, let the girl talk," Sara ordered. Nick reluctantly let go of his sister. She walked over to Sara and whispered something in her ear. Sara's eyes widened, and she looked at Nick.
"Celeste, go to the locker room and get my stuff. Locker 25. 34-25-32." Celeste promptly left.
"Nick, those are my measurements," Sara said.
"I know." Nick leaned over and kissed her.
"You know, we'll have to try that sometime," Sara said.
"What?"
"What she said."
"I don't think so," he shook his head. "I need to take her home, and give her something to put her to sleep, then I will meet you for dessert. Until then, I'll think about it."
"But I haven't eaten dinner yet," Sara teased.
"Maybe I can think of something," Nick whispered.
"Deal," Sara agreed. She kissed Nick goodbye, then watched him as he left.
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A/N: Sorry about the randomness of this chapter, I promise they'll become more relevant! This was just to appease the N/S fans, and because I'm very random like that! Please R&R! The next chapter gets a lot better!
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"Celeste! What are you doing?" Nick asked, exasperated. He ran into Greg's lab after hearing a loud crash. Celeste and Greg exchanged sheepish grins.
"Nothin'," was the innocent reply.
"Whenever you say 'nothing', I know you are up to something!" Nick exclaimed, "I have known you for 17 years, after all," he pointed out before looking at Greg sternly. "And I haven't known you for 17 years, but I have known you long enough!"
"I didn't do anything!" Greg said defensively.
"Liar!" Celeste giggled.
"Shh!" Greg hissed. He and Celeste shared another conspiratorial glance.
"I knew you would get in trouble if I brought you here," Nick muttered.
"Then why did you bring me here?" Celeste asked.
"Because I knew you'd get in trouble at home, too!" Nick said, "Come on."
"Bye Greg! That was fun! Sorry about the mess!"
"Don't worry about it, it'll clean up," Greg said, picking up a few dropped books.
"Celeste, You're going to have to behave. You've gotten kicked out of the morgue for making enough noise to wake the dead, you've gotten in trouble for nosing around in Sara's office, and misplacing a very important file, and you let Grissom's tarantula loose somewhere. Now you're destroying Greg's lab." Nick sighed, "And you haven't even been here for two hours yet."
"Sorry,"
"Yeah, right. And pigs can fly," Nick muttered. "At least tell me one thing, was it legal?" he teased, remembering more than one time that he had needed to save her from being arrested.
"Yes. But only in Nevada."
Nick sighed as he led his sister into the break room, and sat her down at a table, before tossing a chocolate bar in front of her. "Eat." he said. "On second thought," he grabbed the candy and tossed a banana in front of her. "I don't want you on a sugar high all night!" He watched as Sara wandered in, distracted, and sat on the other side of the table.
"Oh, come on, like your curiosity hasn't ever led you to make one bad choice or another?" Celeste asked.
"Never," Nick promised. He grinned when he realized Sara was listening in.
"Oh, what about the time when mom caught you and Samantha sneaking in to the-" Nick blushed and clamped his hand over her mouth.
"Samuel. Samuel and I snuck out of cub scouts one day to, um, buy flowers for mother's day." Nick improvised lamely.
"Oh, Nick, let the girl talk," Sara ordered. Nick reluctantly let go of his sister. She walked over to Sara and whispered something in her ear. Sara's eyes widened, and she looked at Nick.
"Celeste, go to the locker room and get my stuff. Locker 25. 34-25-32." Celeste promptly left.
"Nick, those are my measurements," Sara said.
"I know." Nick leaned over and kissed her.
"You know, we'll have to try that sometime," Sara said.
"What?"
"What she said."
"I don't think so," he shook his head. "I need to take her home, and give her something to put her to sleep, then I will meet you for dessert. Until then, I'll think about it."
"But I haven't eaten dinner yet," Sara teased.
"Maybe I can think of something," Nick whispered.
"Deal," Sara agreed. She kissed Nick goodbye, then watched him as he left.
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A/N: Sorry about the randomness of this chapter, I promise they'll become more relevant! This was just to appease the N/S fans, and because I'm very random like that! Please R&R! The next chapter gets a lot better!
