An: Now I'm one of those people who hates having to read author notes at the beginning of each chapter, however every time I go to post I have new things that need to be said. Now I love my readers, and anyone that personally knows me, knows I do because I tell them all about my great reviews (and even the not so great ones). But once and a rare while I get a reviewer that just pisses me off. Like Letty Stokes. Now this girl (I'm assuming you're a girl) is getting on my nerves for a few reasons, and I'd like to tell you why, maybe she can get a little embarrassed as I go on. First of all the head of CSI is Director Cavallo, not Grissom. I think everyone will agree with me when I say Grissom is head supervisor on grave shift, just like Ecklie is for days. Dir. Cavallo is head of CSI. He controls the lab and the money that goes into it, not the sherif. Because I am just finding out his name, I will correct chapter one, but just so you know, Letty, you are wrong. Two me, zero you. Point number 2: Gina is best friends with Nick, and the rest of the cast. She feels comfortable therefore she sits on their laps, if their aren't enough seats. Me myself, if I have a bunch of friends in my car we sit on top of each other, it's normal. It has nothing to do with dating someone, it has to do with feeling comfortable. And if you were calling me a slut with that "maybe it's something you would do" comment, then I call you a prude. Three for me zero for you. Let this be a lesson to all you reviewers out there. If you decide like being a snooty biatch, make sure you have correct information and know what you're talking about. And to you Letty Stokes: I hope you feel like an ass, because to everyone reading this, you are one. No offense. ;o) And if you don't like me ripping you a new one, don't read my stories and don't comment on them. Which leads me to my advice of the day, don't dish shit out if you can't take it. Have a nice reading..............................
Mini An: (it doesn't say if Greg smokes or not, and I know we haven't seen him smoke on the show, but it services my needs for the time being if he does. So for my story Greg is a smoker. And for those of you about to make comments, yes NYU does hold lectures and seminars during the summer for the public.)
Chapter 4:
The next morning Gina woke up with the worst hangover of all time. She swore to herself that she would never drink out of depression again. She rolled out of bed and threw a hoodie over her tank top and she put her glasses on because she could barely focus on turning a doorknob so there was no way she would be able to get those tiny lenses on her eyeballs. She fixed her hair into a messy bun on top of her head as she walked down the stairs. She was in dire need of coffee and wouldn't even begin to be a human being until she had at least one cup. She got to the bottom of the stairs and smelled the coffee. "Mom?" She said walking into the kitchen.
"Not exactly." Nick said sitting at the counter with a cup himself.
She yawned, feeling to much like crap to care that he was there and she was frustrated with him. She poured a cup and sat down on the stool across from him. The phone next to her rang and she picked it up making a face at the loud noise. "Lo?" She mumbled out.
"Gina!" Came a shout from the other side of the phone.
"Please stop." She said.
"I'm going to take one guess and say that you got the flyer for Sound Factory." Her best friend, Joanna guessed.
"Yeah."
"And you went without me?" She said feigning hurt.
"I went with people from work."
"People from Vegas?" She said curiously, wondering if maybe Gina was still drunk.
"Yeah we all came to New York for vacation." She explained.
"Yeah well I'm hurt that you don't tell your best friend in the whole world that you're in town."
"Mom called you." She said more than asked.
"Of corse. Actually I called her to tell her that Mr. D's cleaning came in and she told me. She invited me for dinner tomorrow night."
"You working on Wednesday?"
"Um...no, but if Dean calls me in I'm telling him to blow it out his rear. I haven't had a day off in three weeks." She said.
"Jones?" Gina was beyond tired and decided one word questions would work. She knew that Joanna would know she was talking about Jones beach.
"Sure. You picking me up?"
"Can't, my car is full."
"Ok I'll drive. Hey guess who I ran into yesterday."
"Who?"
"Matt."
"Really?" She said perking up slightly. Matt had gone to high school with the two of them and Gina hadn't spoken to him in at least two years. "Did you get his number?"
"Yeah he told me to call him sometime. He's home for the summer." Jo said.
"Tell him to come to the beach with us." She suggested.
"Ok. Hey I got a customer, I'll call you later."
Gina didn't even need to say bye as she hung up the phone and placed her head down on the counter. Grissom came down a few minutes later dressed and ready to go. Gina looked up confused. "Are we going somewhere?" She asked thinking they had something planned.
"You said that NYU was holding an Entomology seminar. You said we could go." He said more as if asking when we were going not if we can go.
Gina looked up at the clock. "We don't have to take a train until two. The seminar is at three and then the Jazz festival is at six." She said.
"Oh." He said looking a little disappointed. He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat next to Nick. "So how are we today."
"Hung over." Nick said pointing to Gina. She glared at him as she took her coffee and went upstairs to shower.
By three thirty Gina had dropped Sara and Grissom off at NYU and took the rest of the group to the shopping stores around there. There was a retro clothing store that Catherine wanted to go to so they stopped walking. Nick, Catherine, and Warrick went in while Gina stayed outside with Greg so he could finish his cigarette. "We need to do something wild to remember this trip." Greg said. Gina looked at the store next to the retro clothing store and got an idea. He saw the look on her face. "What?" He asked with a smile and she nodded to the store. "Seriously?"
"We could at least see what they have." She said shrugging.
"Even so we don't have time to."
"We have two and a half hours." She said opening the door and the two went inside.
They exited the store thirty minutes later and at the same time the other three came out of their store. Gina and Greg locked eyes with them as they looked at the store they came out of.
"What did you do?" Catherine said eyeing them suspiciously.
"Nothing." Gina said unable to stop the smile from her face.
"What could you get in thirty minutes?" Warrick asked.
"We were just looking." Greg said also with a smile on his face.
"Whatever." He said walking on. At five thirty they picked Grissom and Sara up and made their way to the jazz festival.
The band was playing a slow song, and Nick thought he could handle it. "Gina?" He said across the table. She looked over at the mention of her name. "Wanna dance?"
She was slightly confused. "I thought you didn't dance."
"I'd like to try." He said standing up.
'Maybe there was hope.' She thought. She gladly took his hand as he led her to the dance floor.
After the Jazz festival and the train ride home they all went to bed, because they would have to leave the house by six thirty in order to beat traffic to Jones Beach.
The next morning Greg, Gina, and Sara were the first ones up so they began making the lunch to take, while the others got ready. At six fifteen the doorbell rang and Greg offered to get it. He was on his way to the when it opened and a girl, the same height and build as Gina, walked in carrying dry cleaning. "Delivery!" She called out not seeing him. She placed the dry cleaning on the coat rack and walked into the house, followed by a guy about his own height with dark brown hair and brown eyes. "Sup." The girl said walking into the kitchen and the guy followed.
"Delivery people in New York sure do make themselves at home." He said walking into the kitchen seeing the girl hop up on the counter and start peeling the paper off a muffin, and the pick Gina up in a hug.
She laughed as he set her down and she gave him a quick kiss on the lips. She looked and saw Greg standing in the door way. "Greg, Sara, this is Matt and Joanna." She introduced.
"Jo." She corrected eating the cranberry muffin. Nick walked in with Warrick a few minutes later and saw the two new people. "We're gonna hit traffic." Jo said.
"Not if we leave within five minutes." Gina said. "Nick, could you go see what's taking Griss and Cath so long?"
"Sure." He said going back upstairs.
"Guys this is Warrick, that was Nick. Jo and Matt." Gina said packing the rest of the things in the three coolers.
Warrick did a little hand slap thing to greet them. "I'll go pack the car." He offered as Sara helped him.
"You sure we can go swimming?" Greg asked.
"Why not?" Gina said confused.
"You know." He said quietly.
She got it and let out a small laugh. "Yeah just when we get out we have to clean it. You should be fine." She said patting his stomach.
"We're not riding with you." Warrick said as they came back in and Nick, Catherine, and Grissom, came downstairs.
"Why not?" Gina asked.
"We wanna go in the convertible." Sara said.
Gina looked to Matt. "You got your dad's car?" She said.
"Of corse, mines in Boston." He said smiling.
"I hate you." She said. "Alright, we gotta go." She said as they all piled out of the house and into the two cars.
Grissom almost had a heart attack on the ride there. He had rode shotgun and was beginning to regret it. Gina was speeding, following Matt, weaving in between traffic. Finally forty five minutes later Grissom was able to stand on his feet, happy to be out of the car. They all set up the blankets, chairs, and the umbrella, and began to get situated. "Check out the waves." Sara said sliding off her shorts revealing a maroon bikini.
Warrick and Nick were staring behind their sunglasses at Gina who seemed to be stripping in slow motion. They watched her t shirt go up over her stomach, sliding past her breasts, and then off her head. She then went to work on her skirt. Unzipping it and letting them fall down off her hips, past her butt, and then pulled her legs out them, before tossing them to the side. They saw the star that was on her hip, half way sticking out of the bottom part of her bikini. Nick and Warrick couldn't help but stare. The most they had seen her in was a tank top and shorts, never in a bikini.
"What is that?" Catherine said with a smile breaking their stare and causing everyone to look at her. But the attention was shifted when she pointed to Greg.
"It's a nipple ring." He said smiling.
Everyone looked at it. "Did you always have one?" Sara asked, not thinking he was the type for a nipple ring.
He shook his head. "We got them done yesterday." He said.
Focus was now switched to Gina.
"You have a nipple ring?" Jo asked surprised.
"That's what you two did at the tattoo parlor yesterday?" Warrick asked with a smile.
They both nodded and smiled. "Let me see." Jo said.
"Ok." Gina said. She turned her back to the group and Jo stood in front of her as she quickly showed her.
"Did it hurt?" She asked.
"Surprisingly not." She said.
"Why does she get to see and we don't." Catherine said walking over with Sara.
"I'm going to the restroom." Grissom said walking off.
Gina laughed as she gave the other two girls a quick glance at her new peircing. "That's so cool." Sara said.
"I should get one." Catherine said.
Gina fixed herself back into her top just as Matt threw her over his shoulder. "Let's go." He said running to the water, Gina screaming all the way.
Having swallowed half the ocean Gina began her walk back and lay with her back on the blanket. She felt someone plop down on their stomach next to her, so she turned her head and saw Nick.
"We need to talk." He said.
She looked around her. Sara and Grissom were having their own conversation and Catherine was asleep. "What do we need to talk about?"
"Come for a walk with me." He said standing up.
She looked at him through her sunglasses, and decided 'why not.' He held his hands out to help her up and she threw her skirt on. They walked along the shore Gina kicking at the small waves going over her feet.
"Where are they going?" Jo asked Greg as they all walked back to the blanket.
"Hopefully Nick's going to ask her out." He said.
"That's the Nick Stokes." She said.
"I guess." He said.
"She talks about him constantly. He's cute." She said as they lay down on the blanket.
"She does?"
"Oh yeah, she's crazy about him." She said spilling all her best friends secrets. Greg smirked as he put his headphones on and drifted to sleep.
"So what do we need to talk about?" Gina asked looking at the sand in front of her.
"Us." He said simply.
"I didn't think there was an us." She said trying to hide any emotion, and thanks to her job she was good at it.
"I meant what I said on the plane. I like you but I don't want us to rush into anything."
"I believe you said we should take it slow."
"Right he said."
"Nick this isn't slow. This is nothing at all. I don't get you. On the plane you were holding my hand and now it's like you don't want to be around me." She sighed. "I'm sorry Nick but you need to make up your mind." She said stopping and turning to him.
He leaned down and pushed his lips to hers. He had thought about it, and decided they had nothing to loose. When the surprise set aside Gina snaked an arm around his neck, bring them closer, as she slipped her tongue out deepening the kiss.
Warrick looked out from his chair and saw Nick and Gina kissing off in the distance. "Finally." He said to himself.