A/N: What's up ppl? yea, i havent written in a loooooong time. I hate to say this has taken an....uh....unexpected twist, dont we all love em? ok, so not all of us like em but if ya dont, then all i have to say is too bad. have a hw free day!! ) Rachel-Diane
Rachel woke up with a major hangover
"Oooooh, what happened?" She asked herself.
She stuck one of her arms out from under the sheets to turn the clock next to the bed on the table toward her. She looked at the time. 4'o clock. When she stuck her arm back under the cover and rolled over, she noticed Squall wasnt next to her in bed.
"He must have gone to work early. But still, its really early." she said to no one in particular.
She stuck her feet on the floor and pushed herself off the bed but stumbled. How much had she had to drink last night? She forgot what happened after her fifth drink. Maybe she passed out. But how'd she get back in bed? Squall must've put her back. Which brang her back to her original question. Where was he?
Rachel rubbed her head as she made her way to the closet but opened it to find a woman's body fall out. Rachel screamed so loud that the whole neighborhood heard. Rachel ran to the phone and dialed 911 to be put on hold for 10 minutes (a long time to her) until she finally explained the details where they assured her that the police would be on their way.
"Thank you." Rachel said and hung up the phone.
She started to pace until she looked down to reveal she was naked. She could hear the cops comming down her street and quickly ran to the closet, avoiding the body, and picked out a robe which she put on right as the cops bursted in her door.
"You know, you could have just knocked." Rachel glared at the cops.
"Sorry m'aam, if you go down to the station, they can take care of that problem there." He said, not caring he'd busted her door for no reason.
Rachel just rolled her eyes as she finally took a longer look at the body. The lady didn't look hurt but definately wasn't alive and Rachel didn't want to tamper with evidence.
Immediatley, four people came in, one with a camera taking pictures of the body, while one talked to the officers and the other two started to examine the body. Yep, they were CSI's. Rachel hugged her arms as she was still clueless about what was going on. She watched crime dramas before so knew a little what was going on. She walked over to the body where the CSIs were discussing how she died.
"She feels cold, she could have been left in there for days if not weeks. Maybe placed to an air conditioner of some kind.--"one started saying to another.
"There's no air conditioner over there, the only one we have is in by the kitchen window." Rachel started to say until she noticed she was speaking out of turn.
"Um, hello, who are you?" the one CSI questioned me, not rudely, while the other just stood there, "Im Catherine and this would be Grissom."
"Rachel. I called in the body." She said shyly, still a little shocked.
"Where were you when you woke up? When you saw the body? Did you move the body?" Grissom questioned, overbearingly. But Catherine just made a hand motion to Grissom telling him to take the body. She was probably more of a people person that Grissom was.
"Sorry about that" Catherine said, "he gets a little too caught up at times when he wants to know things. So, can you start from the top and tell me everything that happened until we got here?"
Rachel nodded.
"Well, last night me and squall and some of his friends had a party and were drinking. I guess i drank too much because i dont remember a thing after that until i woke up this morning in my bed (i guess squall put me back there) at four o'clock. i was a little dizzy but i wasnt too bad and i noticed he wasn't there which was unusual. I walked over to the closet to get some clothes on when i opened the door to see a body fall out. I screamed and ran to the phone to call the police. then i took a robe out of the closet so i wouldnt be naked when the cops showed up and then they busted in my door. Then you guys showed up." Rachel told the story.
"Hmm...well, somebody had to have put her in the closet after she died, right? I mean, if somebody died in your house, wouldn't you try to cover it up? Unless you murdered her for which you'd call the police and they'd think you couldn't have done it because you called it in..." Catherine was being too judging.
"Excuse me, but i did not murder someone! I may have been drunk but i would never do something that atrocious(sp?)!!" Rachel screamed loud enough for everyone in the room to turn and look at her as she started to tear up.
Just then out of nowhere came a very attractive guy through her door. He seemed to have a heavenly glow around him, which had never happened to her before. She rubbed her eyes a bit, wiping the tears along with trying to get a better look at the guy.
"Hey Nick, we've got a body here, i was wondering if you could help Grissom check it out." Catherine said.
"Im on i--oh, hello. May i ask who you are?" Nick said to Rachel politely.
"I'm-I called in the body." Rachel said.
"I guess you're still in a state of shock, I would be too if it happened to me. I'm truely very sorry this happened. My name's Nick." he said as Catherine got the idea and went to help Grissom. Nick was better in comforting victims, he really understood them and could somehow connect with them on a personal level.
"I'm Rachel." she said trying to smile but was impossible with the body still on her mind.
"Rachel, that's a really pretty name." He said, looking hypnotized into her eyes. She felt a little uncomfortable but she gazed into his wonderful aqua eyes.
She let out a little bit of a chuckle.
"Funny, i always hated my first name." she gave a true smile which made him feel better.
Rachel hugged her arms as a bit of an akward silence occured. Nick seemed to snap out of his hypnosis.
"Would you-uhh-maybe you'd--would you like to go get some coffee?" he managed to say.
Rachel nodded and they were about to walk out when Grissom grabbed her by the arm.
"Nick, she can't leave, she's evidence. And besides, you're not supposed to-nevermind." Grissom said as he saw how happy she made him and how happy he made her. Grissom was about to turn around and examine more evidence throughout the closet when his eyes went to Rachel's robe sleeve. He grabbed her again as he took some sticky paper and put it on some white powder on the sleeve. He took it off and said a short thanks as they left.
They went down the hall and down the elevator as Nick took her to his car where he held the door open for her and closed it. He was a real gentleman, not one of those fake ones looking to get laid, though with all the looks into her eyes, she wouldve thought he'd say some kind of a cheezy line. They arrived at a Starbucks only a couple blocks away. Rachel often went there early in the morning when it wasn't crowded, like today. Nick asked the cashier what the coffee of the day was and he said vanilla mocha. Nick nodded as to say that's what he'd have and then looked at Rachel, waiting for her to order.
"I'll have the same" Rachel smiled at the cashier and then dug into her pockets for money when she realized she forgot it. But when she looked up, Nick had already paid for it and was making his way over to a table near the window. Rachel walked over and took a seat across from Nick. Suddenly, a waitress came over and handed them their coffee.
"That was fast!" Nick said as they were both surprised. They both drank some more coffee as another silence developed.
"So...i'm supposed to ask you what happened but i imagine Catherine already did it?" Nick asked and Rachel nodded.
"I thought so, she's a real something there..."Nick said, dissapointing Rachel as she took it the wrong way. She was glad he didnt notice though, she would have been embarrased. Or at least he pretended not to notice. Rachel stared out the window, feeling so bad that she was having an infatuation with Nick when she knew she was with Squall.
