Now You See Me
By: Anti Darth Ani
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Author's Note:
I just couldn't resist after watching my hockey team in the Stanley Cup playoffs. I was so excited watching them kill the Flames and keeping the Stanley Cup in America. So here we go, another chapter. This chapter is dedicated to the fine art of the sport of hockey. I will add some laughs into this chapter, at least scenes that make me laugh. Thanks to all readers and reviewers. I love you all!
PG-13 for sexuality and language
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CHAPTER 2 - Hockey Playoffs
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As Sara continued to tell Grissom and Warrick about been brutally attacked by reporters, who were old and smelly, according to Sara, Warrick made his way over to the little TV set on the counter in the break room. He turned it on and flipped through the news channels until he finally found the one he was looking for. He turned up the volume so that the sound flooded through the entire break room.
Sara and Catherine turned around in their seats to face the television set. Grissom found his eyeglasses on the table and slid them onto his nose. Nick gasped when he turned around to look at the set and saw the same reporter on the TV that had shoved the microphone in his face just moments ago.
"We are standing out here, in front of the crime lab in the middle of Las Vegas, Nevada, waiting for any CSI who will spare a few minutes to talk with us," the reporter flashed a toothy grin at the screen that looked totally forced. Nick noticed that his tie was crooked, most likely from being run over by his fellow reporters.
Sara shook her head to herself as the reporter continued, "The excited news of research for the new crime scene analyst show CBS is planning next fall has taken the news by storm. I am Ted Weston for your local news, and we will be back after this commercial break."
Grissom was the first to speak, "Crime scene ANALYST? Can't they at least call us investigators, since that is was we are."
Catherine sipped her coffee and held her cup still to her mouth, to keep from showing Grissom the smile that was creeping onto her lips. Nick came and pulled a chair over next to Sara, where he sat down and looked at the TV again, watching one of those funny beer commercials with the talking frogs.
"So, if the station is doing a TV show, why are they interviewing us?" Sara asked, brushing her feet lightly against Nick's jeans. Nick almost choked on his coffee his was gulping down and all eyes turned to the two of them. A light blush covered Sara's cheeks but she didn't say anything.
"Here's what we're going to do," Grissom decided for his team. "We will go about our work as if nothing is different. Do not talk to any reporters and do not leak any information about any cases we are working on. If they want to know the tricks of the trade for their show, then they are going to be hassling us left and right for information."
The entire team nodded and Nick was thankful everyone's attention had turned to Grissom and away from Sara and him. Although the entire graveyard shift knew about them, he still liked to be neutral at work with Sara.
Grissom started handing out assignment slips. Sara was given a dead body in a hotel with Warrick and Grissom and Catherine and Nick were given a home robbery. They were all about to leave the break room when they heard the distressed voice of a fellow CSI. And it wasn't coming form inside the building. It was coming from the live fed on the TV.
"Will you get off of me? You're in my personal bubble and I'm not liking you too much right now, man!" Greg snapped loudly.
Nick swallowed painfully, "I thought we were the last ones here. I kind of locked the front door once we made it past the mob of reporters." Sara stared and him and Nick shrugged, tossing his coffee cup towards the trashcan and making it in easily. "I guess I'd better go let him in," Nick mumbled to himself. Sara rolled her eyes as she finished her cup of coffee before following Warrick out of the break room.
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"Oh come on!" Nick yelled at the TV as the little, black puck bounced off the goalie's stick. One of the men in the red and white jerseys easily gilded side to side with only his stick.
Sara tucked her feet up under her body and leaned back against Nick's chest, "So, who are we cheering for again?" she asked softly, watching as one of the black and white jerseys slammed a red and white guy into the wall. Sara flinched, not quite understanding the game itself.
"We want the Lightning to win. They're from the United States. The Flames are from Canada," Warrick explained before shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth.
Sara glanced up at Nick and he glanced back. "We're going for the black and white," Nick told her and Warrick realized that the team names meant nothing to Sara. Neither did the city names from which the teams came from.
"Aww," Nick complained as their goalie blocked another shot but he and Warrick jumped to their feet a second later when a black and white guy got the rebound and shot the puck through the goalie's legs. "YES!!" they cheered.
Sara just moaned and took two Aspirins, which she swallowed with a sip of water. They had been yelling for the past two hours and Sara didn't know if she would be able to handle another minute of all of the madness. As Nick slowly slid back into his seat as the buzzer sounded and the period ended, Sara made to stand up. Warrick was already fast forwarding through the commercials and intermission talk.
The game had long been over, but Nick had taped it and they were back at his house, watching it with all the excitement they would have if it was live. Sara couldn't take another minute of the game, which she saw as brutal and somewhat pointless. A sport just for testosterone driven men.
"I'm going to go to bed. It's getting late," Sara paused for a minute, "or early." She shrugged and gave him a quick peck on the mouth. She would have liked something a little longer, but Warrick was sitting right there on the couch and she didn't want to push her luck.
Nick hardly seemed to notice her as Warrick hit the play button and the third period started with ten men skating around the arena. Sara sighed and started off to the hallway towards Nick's bedroom. Warrick didn't turn his head away from the game, but he spoke to Nick, "So does she just like, live here now?" he asked and then muttered a curse under his breath as the Tampa Bay Lightning allowed the Calgary Flames a power play.
Nick shook his head, but then he realized that Warrick wasn't looking at him, so he actually spoke, "No, she doesn't live here." He left that as that and made Warrick fill in all the blanks.
Warrick finally grinned, "Oh, I see," he muttered to himself under his breath.
By: Anti Darth Ani
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Author's Note:
I just couldn't resist after watching my hockey team in the Stanley Cup playoffs. I was so excited watching them kill the Flames and keeping the Stanley Cup in America. So here we go, another chapter. This chapter is dedicated to the fine art of the sport of hockey. I will add some laughs into this chapter, at least scenes that make me laugh. Thanks to all readers and reviewers. I love you all!
PG-13 for sexuality and language
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CHAPTER 2 - Hockey Playoffs
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As Sara continued to tell Grissom and Warrick about been brutally attacked by reporters, who were old and smelly, according to Sara, Warrick made his way over to the little TV set on the counter in the break room. He turned it on and flipped through the news channels until he finally found the one he was looking for. He turned up the volume so that the sound flooded through the entire break room.
Sara and Catherine turned around in their seats to face the television set. Grissom found his eyeglasses on the table and slid them onto his nose. Nick gasped when he turned around to look at the set and saw the same reporter on the TV that had shoved the microphone in his face just moments ago.
"We are standing out here, in front of the crime lab in the middle of Las Vegas, Nevada, waiting for any CSI who will spare a few minutes to talk with us," the reporter flashed a toothy grin at the screen that looked totally forced. Nick noticed that his tie was crooked, most likely from being run over by his fellow reporters.
Sara shook her head to herself as the reporter continued, "The excited news of research for the new crime scene analyst show CBS is planning next fall has taken the news by storm. I am Ted Weston for your local news, and we will be back after this commercial break."
Grissom was the first to speak, "Crime scene ANALYST? Can't they at least call us investigators, since that is was we are."
Catherine sipped her coffee and held her cup still to her mouth, to keep from showing Grissom the smile that was creeping onto her lips. Nick came and pulled a chair over next to Sara, where he sat down and looked at the TV again, watching one of those funny beer commercials with the talking frogs.
"So, if the station is doing a TV show, why are they interviewing us?" Sara asked, brushing her feet lightly against Nick's jeans. Nick almost choked on his coffee his was gulping down and all eyes turned to the two of them. A light blush covered Sara's cheeks but she didn't say anything.
"Here's what we're going to do," Grissom decided for his team. "We will go about our work as if nothing is different. Do not talk to any reporters and do not leak any information about any cases we are working on. If they want to know the tricks of the trade for their show, then they are going to be hassling us left and right for information."
The entire team nodded and Nick was thankful everyone's attention had turned to Grissom and away from Sara and him. Although the entire graveyard shift knew about them, he still liked to be neutral at work with Sara.
Grissom started handing out assignment slips. Sara was given a dead body in a hotel with Warrick and Grissom and Catherine and Nick were given a home robbery. They were all about to leave the break room when they heard the distressed voice of a fellow CSI. And it wasn't coming form inside the building. It was coming from the live fed on the TV.
"Will you get off of me? You're in my personal bubble and I'm not liking you too much right now, man!" Greg snapped loudly.
Nick swallowed painfully, "I thought we were the last ones here. I kind of locked the front door once we made it past the mob of reporters." Sara stared and him and Nick shrugged, tossing his coffee cup towards the trashcan and making it in easily. "I guess I'd better go let him in," Nick mumbled to himself. Sara rolled her eyes as she finished her cup of coffee before following Warrick out of the break room.
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"Oh come on!" Nick yelled at the TV as the little, black puck bounced off the goalie's stick. One of the men in the red and white jerseys easily gilded side to side with only his stick.
Sara tucked her feet up under her body and leaned back against Nick's chest, "So, who are we cheering for again?" she asked softly, watching as one of the black and white jerseys slammed a red and white guy into the wall. Sara flinched, not quite understanding the game itself.
"We want the Lightning to win. They're from the United States. The Flames are from Canada," Warrick explained before shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth.
Sara glanced up at Nick and he glanced back. "We're going for the black and white," Nick told her and Warrick realized that the team names meant nothing to Sara. Neither did the city names from which the teams came from.
"Aww," Nick complained as their goalie blocked another shot but he and Warrick jumped to their feet a second later when a black and white guy got the rebound and shot the puck through the goalie's legs. "YES!!" they cheered.
Sara just moaned and took two Aspirins, which she swallowed with a sip of water. They had been yelling for the past two hours and Sara didn't know if she would be able to handle another minute of all of the madness. As Nick slowly slid back into his seat as the buzzer sounded and the period ended, Sara made to stand up. Warrick was already fast forwarding through the commercials and intermission talk.
The game had long been over, but Nick had taped it and they were back at his house, watching it with all the excitement they would have if it was live. Sara couldn't take another minute of the game, which she saw as brutal and somewhat pointless. A sport just for testosterone driven men.
"I'm going to go to bed. It's getting late," Sara paused for a minute, "or early." She shrugged and gave him a quick peck on the mouth. She would have liked something a little longer, but Warrick was sitting right there on the couch and she didn't want to push her luck.
Nick hardly seemed to notice her as Warrick hit the play button and the third period started with ten men skating around the arena. Sara sighed and started off to the hallway towards Nick's bedroom. Warrick didn't turn his head away from the game, but he spoke to Nick, "So does she just like, live here now?" he asked and then muttered a curse under his breath as the Tampa Bay Lightning allowed the Calgary Flames a power play.
Nick shook his head, but then he realized that Warrick wasn't looking at him, so he actually spoke, "No, she doesn't live here." He left that as that and made Warrick fill in all the blanks.
Warrick finally grinned, "Oh, I see," he muttered to himself under his breath.