Now You See Me
By: Anti Darth Ani
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Author's Note:
I have a couple of notes to a few reviews I've gotten that I would like to put here real quick before I get started with the chapter. Number one goes to Stoked-55, who wrote a whole paragraph about the Calgary Flames dealing with chapter two of this fic. Just wanted to say that I don't really have anything against the Flames, except that they were what was between the Lightning and the Stanley Cup, and I certainly don't hate them. And I know that a lot of people didn't expect them to make it to the playoffs, but the same goes for the Lightning. Before last year when they won the Eastern Conference and then lost, they really, really sucked. I've lived in the Tampa Bay area my entire life and I've been waiting for them to make it this far ever since I knew what hockey was (Thanks for liking my stories).
And to SistaSouljah, I'm not quite sure which secret you are talking about. If you mean about Sara and Nick, everybody already knows they've been going out. I hope that helps instead of making you even more confused.
Also, to orangebronco, Ted Weston, you may recall, it the reporter who tried, and failed, to interview Nick in chapter one and then is seen on the TV in the break room in chapter two.
Hero - this word you'll never know
I guess it's too bad
That everything we have
Is taken away
Story of the Year - And the Hero Will Drown
PG-13 for sexuality and language
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CHAPTER 4- Stirring Up Trouble
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Having Sara over after shift was the last thing on Nick's mind while Ted Weston and his cameraman followed Sara and Nick around all night. During several points of the investigation at the crime scene, Nick seriously considered knocking Ted Weston into the pool, accidentally, of course. Sara had the same idea during one point of shift when the cameraman got so close over her shoulder when Sara didn't know it that she stood up and turned around to go find Nick. Surprised to have the cameraman behind her, she lost her footing and fell backwards into the pool.
Nick hadn't laughed as he pulled her out of their crime scene, but Sara knew he thought it was funny, so she didn't talk to him for the rest of the night, which made Nick even madder at Ted Weston and his cameraman. Sara shivered as she collected evidence around the pool, a few blood drops and a foreign substance they would have to have Greg analyze. It didn't help that under her vest all she was wearing was a small, white tank top and a very lacy little bra she had planned on Nick seeing, but not until after shift was over.
Now Sara didn't care about what happened after shift, as long as it included her changing into a warm, dry top. When they had finished getting all the evidence there was at the crime scene, Sara headed off to the Tahoe without saying a word to Nick. Nick hurried to catch up with her, trying to forget about the cameraman recording everything. Why did they need a reporter with them anyway? Ted hadn't said a word the entire night and Nick doubted he was ever going to say something.
"Nick, will you please just unlock the doors already?" Sara asked in an agitated state when he tried to talk with her. She was now shivering visually and Nick finally took notice, pulling off his CSI windbreaker he was wearing over his vest. He draped it over Sara's shoulders, but she still refused to say another single word to him. Before Nick could protest, Weston and his cameraman were filling into the back seat of the SUV. Nick let out a sigh of defeat and slid into the driver's seat next to Sara, who had pulled his windbreaker around her a little more tightly.
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Grissom, Catherine, and Warrick didn't have any better luck with their reporter and cameraman. During one point of the night, Catherine had tripped over the microphone cord running to the camera (the microphone wasn't even on). Shortly after this, while Grissom was examining the cases of used bullets in the middle of a hallway, the cameraman and Michael Wallace tried to squeeze in behind him to record the whole thing.
Unfortunately for Grissom, the hallway wasn't wide enough and the whole situation turned out to be very embarrassing for Grissom, who muttered choice curse words under his breath for the rest of the night. Warrick, who had seen the 'compromising' situation, couldn't help but relay the scene to Catherine, who busted out in laughter, causing Grissom's mood to worsen even more, if that was possible.
By the time the three of them finished collecting evidence, Detective Brass didn't like the idea of the cameraman and the reporter following around the CSIs for a while. He had accidentally ran into Wallace earlier that night, who had been surprised and, to Brass's utter horror, let the coffee cup slip from his hand, running a river down the front of Jim Brass's new suit.
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Sara still wasn't talking to Nick when they finally managed to make their way into the break room. Nick found it quite satisfying to slam the door in Ted Weston's face, as well as his cameraman's, for they weren't allowed in. As she poured herself a nice, hot cup of coffee, Nick came up behind her and rubbed his hands up and down her arms over the windbreaker. "I really am sorry about you falling into our crime scene," Nick murmured before abandoning her arms to wrap his arms over her shoulders.
"You are?" Sara asked, raising an eyebrow, even though he couldn't see it. "Because by the way you just said that, it almost sounded as if you found it funny." Nick could detect the hurt in her voice, but she didn't try to move away from his embrace.
Nick was about to answer her question when the break room door opened and Warrick and Catherine came walking in, mumbling under their breaths to each other. "…swear I would have given anything to just give 'em a swift kick in the ass…" Catherine informed Warrick. Neither said anything about the way Nick and Sara were standing; the entire lab was used to it by now. "…can see you doing that…" Warrick responded, sliding between Sara and the coffee machine to pour himself a cup. "…wanted to smash that fucking camera…" he muttered to Catherine. Catherine nodded and gladly took the coffee cup Warrick held out to her.
"So how did your case go?" Warrick asked Nick and Sara as he sat down next to Catherine at the table. Sara groaned and walked towards the couch, pulling Nick with her, whose arms were still holding onto her. Nick removed his arms from her as they sat down on the couch. Sara pulled her legs up under her and leaned her head against Nick's shoulder. Her hair was still damp, but Nick didn't seem to mind.
"Ted Weston and his cameraman made our case a living hell," Nick told him, rubbing his hand slowly up and down Sara's back without even realizing it. "The cameraman got a little too close to Sara while she was collecting evidence and she ended up in the pool of the hotel…" Nick could tell that Warrick was trying to hold back a smile and Catherine was trying her best to hold back her laughter.
"That's nothing compared to what happened to Grissom tonight. You couldn't even begin to imagine how embarrassed he was," Warrick told his co-workers, after glancing at the door to make sure no one was heading this way, namely Grissom.
Sara seemed to lose a little of her anger at this. She finished off her coffee cup and dropped it onto the floor before wrapping her arms loosely around Nick's waist. When Warrick didn't say anything, Sara rolled her eyes, "Well are you going to tell us what happened or are you going to make us guess?"
Catherine shrugged, not very interested in the new conversation since Warrick had already told her. "I'm going to get the evidence to Greg and then try to find Grissom. Gotta make sure he isn't killing anybody," she told Warrick before heading out of the break room.
"So?" Nick asked, his hand now resting motionless on Sara's waist.
"So what?" Warrick asked, challenging Nick. He wanted to make them beg for the information before he told them.
"Oh come on, Warrick," Sara insisted. "You know you are dieing to tell us what could possibly be the most embarrassing thing that's happened to Grissom this year."
Warrick sighed, but moved his chair a little closer to the couch, "Yeah, I guess you're right…"
By: Anti Darth Ani
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Author's Note:
I have a couple of notes to a few reviews I've gotten that I would like to put here real quick before I get started with the chapter. Number one goes to Stoked-55, who wrote a whole paragraph about the Calgary Flames dealing with chapter two of this fic. Just wanted to say that I don't really have anything against the Flames, except that they were what was between the Lightning and the Stanley Cup, and I certainly don't hate them. And I know that a lot of people didn't expect them to make it to the playoffs, but the same goes for the Lightning. Before last year when they won the Eastern Conference and then lost, they really, really sucked. I've lived in the Tampa Bay area my entire life and I've been waiting for them to make it this far ever since I knew what hockey was (Thanks for liking my stories).
And to SistaSouljah, I'm not quite sure which secret you are talking about. If you mean about Sara and Nick, everybody already knows they've been going out. I hope that helps instead of making you even more confused.
Also, to orangebronco, Ted Weston, you may recall, it the reporter who tried, and failed, to interview Nick in chapter one and then is seen on the TV in the break room in chapter two.
Hero - this word you'll never know
I guess it's too bad
That everything we have
Is taken away
Story of the Year - And the Hero Will Drown
PG-13 for sexuality and language
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CHAPTER 4- Stirring Up Trouble
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Having Sara over after shift was the last thing on Nick's mind while Ted Weston and his cameraman followed Sara and Nick around all night. During several points of the investigation at the crime scene, Nick seriously considered knocking Ted Weston into the pool, accidentally, of course. Sara had the same idea during one point of shift when the cameraman got so close over her shoulder when Sara didn't know it that she stood up and turned around to go find Nick. Surprised to have the cameraman behind her, she lost her footing and fell backwards into the pool.
Nick hadn't laughed as he pulled her out of their crime scene, but Sara knew he thought it was funny, so she didn't talk to him for the rest of the night, which made Nick even madder at Ted Weston and his cameraman. Sara shivered as she collected evidence around the pool, a few blood drops and a foreign substance they would have to have Greg analyze. It didn't help that under her vest all she was wearing was a small, white tank top and a very lacy little bra she had planned on Nick seeing, but not until after shift was over.
Now Sara didn't care about what happened after shift, as long as it included her changing into a warm, dry top. When they had finished getting all the evidence there was at the crime scene, Sara headed off to the Tahoe without saying a word to Nick. Nick hurried to catch up with her, trying to forget about the cameraman recording everything. Why did they need a reporter with them anyway? Ted hadn't said a word the entire night and Nick doubted he was ever going to say something.
"Nick, will you please just unlock the doors already?" Sara asked in an agitated state when he tried to talk with her. She was now shivering visually and Nick finally took notice, pulling off his CSI windbreaker he was wearing over his vest. He draped it over Sara's shoulders, but she still refused to say another single word to him. Before Nick could protest, Weston and his cameraman were filling into the back seat of the SUV. Nick let out a sigh of defeat and slid into the driver's seat next to Sara, who had pulled his windbreaker around her a little more tightly.
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Grissom, Catherine, and Warrick didn't have any better luck with their reporter and cameraman. During one point of the night, Catherine had tripped over the microphone cord running to the camera (the microphone wasn't even on). Shortly after this, while Grissom was examining the cases of used bullets in the middle of a hallway, the cameraman and Michael Wallace tried to squeeze in behind him to record the whole thing.
Unfortunately for Grissom, the hallway wasn't wide enough and the whole situation turned out to be very embarrassing for Grissom, who muttered choice curse words under his breath for the rest of the night. Warrick, who had seen the 'compromising' situation, couldn't help but relay the scene to Catherine, who busted out in laughter, causing Grissom's mood to worsen even more, if that was possible.
By the time the three of them finished collecting evidence, Detective Brass didn't like the idea of the cameraman and the reporter following around the CSIs for a while. He had accidentally ran into Wallace earlier that night, who had been surprised and, to Brass's utter horror, let the coffee cup slip from his hand, running a river down the front of Jim Brass's new suit.
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Sara still wasn't talking to Nick when they finally managed to make their way into the break room. Nick found it quite satisfying to slam the door in Ted Weston's face, as well as his cameraman's, for they weren't allowed in. As she poured herself a nice, hot cup of coffee, Nick came up behind her and rubbed his hands up and down her arms over the windbreaker. "I really am sorry about you falling into our crime scene," Nick murmured before abandoning her arms to wrap his arms over her shoulders.
"You are?" Sara asked, raising an eyebrow, even though he couldn't see it. "Because by the way you just said that, it almost sounded as if you found it funny." Nick could detect the hurt in her voice, but she didn't try to move away from his embrace.
Nick was about to answer her question when the break room door opened and Warrick and Catherine came walking in, mumbling under their breaths to each other. "…swear I would have given anything to just give 'em a swift kick in the ass…" Catherine informed Warrick. Neither said anything about the way Nick and Sara were standing; the entire lab was used to it by now. "…can see you doing that…" Warrick responded, sliding between Sara and the coffee machine to pour himself a cup. "…wanted to smash that fucking camera…" he muttered to Catherine. Catherine nodded and gladly took the coffee cup Warrick held out to her.
"So how did your case go?" Warrick asked Nick and Sara as he sat down next to Catherine at the table. Sara groaned and walked towards the couch, pulling Nick with her, whose arms were still holding onto her. Nick removed his arms from her as they sat down on the couch. Sara pulled her legs up under her and leaned her head against Nick's shoulder. Her hair was still damp, but Nick didn't seem to mind.
"Ted Weston and his cameraman made our case a living hell," Nick told him, rubbing his hand slowly up and down Sara's back without even realizing it. "The cameraman got a little too close to Sara while she was collecting evidence and she ended up in the pool of the hotel…" Nick could tell that Warrick was trying to hold back a smile and Catherine was trying her best to hold back her laughter.
"That's nothing compared to what happened to Grissom tonight. You couldn't even begin to imagine how embarrassed he was," Warrick told his co-workers, after glancing at the door to make sure no one was heading this way, namely Grissom.
Sara seemed to lose a little of her anger at this. She finished off her coffee cup and dropped it onto the floor before wrapping her arms loosely around Nick's waist. When Warrick didn't say anything, Sara rolled her eyes, "Well are you going to tell us what happened or are you going to make us guess?"
Catherine shrugged, not very interested in the new conversation since Warrick had already told her. "I'm going to get the evidence to Greg and then try to find Grissom. Gotta make sure he isn't killing anybody," she told Warrick before heading out of the break room.
"So?" Nick asked, his hand now resting motionless on Sara's waist.
"So what?" Warrick asked, challenging Nick. He wanted to make them beg for the information before he told them.
"Oh come on, Warrick," Sara insisted. "You know you are dieing to tell us what could possibly be the most embarrassing thing that's happened to Grissom this year."
Warrick sighed, but moved his chair a little closer to the couch, "Yeah, I guess you're right…"