Alrighty...Another chapter. Thank you so much for your review! Please do read this chapter too. I had much fun writing it(Well duh..I based Kristi's character on me, and honoustley: who wouldn't like what happens this time if they were Kristi)

Disclaimer: I own none of these characters, except for Nathaniel and Kristi. Sueing me would be pretty much useless.

2 weeks later:

I've had it! That stupid robber is going to get a piece of my mind. It has been over two weeks since Nick took me into Vegas and we haven't gotten any further since then. Brass has arranged me a meeting with this guy. Barging in the interrogation room, I see Brass and the robber look up: "This him?" I ask Brass "It is, his name is Nathaniel Cobble" "Thanks Jim would you be so kind to leave us alone for a minute?" Brass looks as though he's going to object, but does leave the room. The only ones in here are this Nathaniel guy, me and Nick.
Nathaniel leans backwards in his chair: "Well, well, well. The little missy is in charge now? Are you sure you can handle it dear?" "It seems so mister Cobble. I've heard you're not very willing to talk to us" Nathaniel smirks: "That's right, I wouldn't know why I should help you guys since your boyfriend shot me that night" I'm standing behind him now: "I can give you a good reason Nathaniel, can I call you Nathan?" bending over I whisper in his ear: "Because I can make your life worse than hell Nathan... Did you know that I'm officially a dutch policeofficer? And did you also know they still allow torture in Holland? ". Nathaniel snorts: "So what?". I smile sweetly: "So...since you're actually my client so to speak, I can have you shipped to Holland..different rules, different ways to make you talk. You might recall that I didn't liked that gun at my head, so I'd love to have you in Holland...under MY supervision" I can see his throat wobble a bit, sweatdrops are glistening on his forehead. "You're bluffing" He says, a faint tone of uncertainty in his voice. I stop smiling: "Am I? Mr Stokes, would you please ask Brass to prepare mister Cobble here for shipment to Holland? I'll take care of the rest" Nathaniel jumps up from his chair, Nick quickly stands before me. Nathaniel doesn't look like he owns the world anymore: "Don't, I'll talk". And talk he does. He knows the person who did this. And this wasn't the first time he had done it. He gives us a name, a location and various sites where there should be more bodies.

After the interrogation Nick asks: "Do they really allow torture in Holland?" I grin: "Ofcourse not, but he doesn't know that" Nick frowns: "I wouldn't tell Grissom or Brass how you'd get that confession, they might not accept it" I shrug: "I know that, but I was kind of desperate".
Grinning Nick slaps me at the back: "Come on partner, I'll buy you a cup of coffee".
 "Thanks, I'll meet you at the parking lot" As I turn around the corner I bump into Sara "Oof" We both fall backwards at the floor. I glance at Sara while she looks a bit angry: "You okay?". Sara dusts her pants off: "Yeah, sorry for that, I wasn't watching where I'm going" Grin, I know that look she has in her eyes...: "So where you're heading at?" I ask while giving her a hand to stand up: "Nowhere special, just came from Grissoms' office" Ha! Now she's blushing. What's going on between those two? "But I heard you and Nick had a break in the Glittercase?" Wow..news travelles fast in here: "Yeah, got a name and location. I'm heading for Brass to check it out, so I've gotta go".

After the cup of coffee we go to a nightclub. The music is a bit to the loud side, but frankly, I couldn't care less. No stubborn robbers, no cranky uncles, just a time to have fun. I didn't even had problems to get in here. My ID did the talking for me. "Having fun?" Nick yells in my ear,trying to outyell the music which is a difficult thing to do: "Yeah, the music's great! Do you come here often?" Nick grins again, he grins a lot lately: "Nope, never been here, just walked straight to the first club I saw". He offers me another drink. I've got absolutely no idea what kind of stuff it is, but it makes me extremely giggly. After about 3 hours we walk home. Both of us don't have a clue who's house it's going to be, and we don't really care. We turn left here, right there, cross a street somewhere and poof... we're standing in front of a house. A big house...with a roof...and walls...and windows...and..hey...it also has a door. I giggle. I don't know why...but a house..with a door suddenly seems incredibley funny. Nick laughs softly when he sees me giggle like that: "I think you have had just a little too much" He tries to find the lock..and whaddaya know? He finds it. Yay! Giggle. Nick turns the key and walks inside.Oooh....look at all the shiney stars. "Kristi? Are you coming inside?" Hmm...what? Oh..right...inside...

Not walking entirely straight anymore I kind of stumble through the door. So this is Nicks' place; Nice, neat, a little bit empty but not bare. I like it. Closing the door I wonder where Nick went. Oww...I feel dizzy..Just before I can fall over something catches me and picks me up: "Yep, you definitely had too much" Nick laughs. "Noohoo..don't...I can walk...really...put me down...please?" Protesting I try to get out of his grip. "Will you please stop moving before we both fall down?" Nick tries to sound serious, but he has troubles not to laugh about this situation. Suddenly he trips and we both fall on his couch. Great save! A bit startled we look at each other, and before I can stop myself I start laughing again. It seems Nick had had a bit too much of whatever it was too. Time for revenge! Let's see if he's resistent for tickling. After two trials I find out that he really is resistent. And now he's trying to tickle me. No fair!

Quickly I jump off the couch and avoid his fingers. Running into the kitchen I try to get the faucet running. With my hands I'm throwing water at Nick to get him souking wet. This partialy works. But he is still trying to tickle me and I seek refuge in another room, which turns out to be the bedroom. Just when I've managed to crawl under the bed before Nick comes in, I hear a clear click. This click isn't too bad, this click only means more fun. Nick stalks around the room and stands in front of his bed. I can see his big toe! Resisting the urge to tickle his feet I try to hold my breath and don't make a sound. I hear Nick chuckle. He jumps unto the bed and grabs my own feet. Pulling me from under the bed he tickles me until I beg for mercy. He stops and we both sit down on his bed, laughing like mad. After a while he stops laughing and just looks at me with a strange look in his eyes, I'm not sure I like where this is going. Falling in love makes a person vulnerable and, in case you haven't noticed yet, I don't like being vulnerable.But the main problem is, that I am in love. I'm in love with that stupid guy. Argh..very frustrating. I don't want to be in love, not with him, not with anybody! But...I am. As his face approaches mine I quickly stand up from the couch and pretend to be admiring his bookcollection.

Nick walks towards me, and wraps his arms around my waist. "Why do you always have to act like you're such a tough girl? Like you don't need anybody but yourselve?" he whispers in my ear. I'm not answering, I don't wanna..so there. Then I feel his lips in my neck. Warm, soft. Oh boy. Please don't..please don't. "...." Vocalchords are stupid things, when you need them, they don't work. I can feel Nick smile: "Would it help if I told you I like you very much?" another whisper, another kiss. Gulp. He gently turns me around in his arms and looks in my eyes again. "You've proven you can manage yourselve, now show me that you're also capable of letting somebody else taking care of you" Looking at his T-shirt and playing with the top button I finally answer him: "But I'm scared" Nick lifts my chin, so that I must look him in his eyes: "I know, just don't be" after this answer I can't help myself. I let him kiss me. For once in my life I'm not in control. For the first time ever I'm not afraid of letting somebody else taking control of me. After a little while we stop to kissing to take a little breath. His phone starts to ring, but he doesn't answer it. I look at him: "Aren't you going to answer that?" He chuckles: "No" He shuts down his cellphone and throws it somewhere on the ground. "They can call back" He kisses me again, picks me up and lays me on the bed...