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You wanna know what Wes is hiding? I'll show you what he is hiding! After these two verses, muahahahahaha!!!!! Ahem, anyway...
Chapter 7: Strike Three, You're Out
"No, no, where is it?" he muttered softly while flicking through the pages of that day's Las Vegas Sun newspaper.
'He can't have failed on both counts!' he thought, reaching the end of the newspaper without seeing anything about a Stokes family member dieing.
'Damn it, Micah,' he thought desparately. He pushed the newspaper aside and yanked out an envelope, pen and paper.
'That's it, this time, we try a direct approach,' he concluded as he began to write.
It was about 8.30 in the evening. Nick was strolling back home after stopping at a store for supplies. He looked at his watch, better get home, Sara has the tenency to get really worried if he is late.
Stopping in front of an alleyway between a closed grocrey shop and a boutique that was empty except for a bored looking clerk, Nick paused, thinking,'This is one of Vegas' rare quite streets.
He considered going through the alleyway. That would cut off about 7 minutes worth of walking.
Without delaying anymore time, he made up his mind and turned into the alleyway.
Halfway down, he suddenly heard a tapping sound behind him. Nick frowned, while turning around. Nothing. Wondering whether it was just his imagination, he turned back...
Only to have his head striked with something really heavy and hard. He slumped onto the ground, his head throbbing painfully.
Gathering his strength, he looked up to see his attacker. "Oh, no!" he thought as he saw the yellow and black mask staring at him menacingly, bat in hand.
Nick yanked out his gun, thankful that he had been carrying it at that time. His attacker seemed surprised at the sight of the gun, taken aback, even. But he held his bat upright, ready for one more srtike.
Which he did deliver. Tiny stars exploded from inside Nick's head, who closed his eyes, wincing.
When he reopened them, his attacker was running down the end of the alleyway, Nick raised his gun, and shot.
He heard a muffled,"Argg!", more footsteps, then everything went black.
"Thank's Wes, I had a great time!" Jen said as they went into her apartment.
"No problem, Jen. I had a great time too," Wes replied, quietly. That's one of the things Jen liked about Wes since she returned from th future. Wes was never this serious and quiet before.
They walked into the balcony, enjoying the scenery. A rare Vegas cool breeze swept through the town.
Jen murmured,"It's so beutiful,"
After a second, Wes said,"So are you Jen, so are you..."
Jen glanced at him, surprised. But he was just leaning against the balcony, staring at the scenery.
Just as suddenly, as though he just made up his mind, he straightened up and cleared his throat and said, somewhat nervously,"Um, Jn, you know we've been dating for some time,"
"Seven months, two weeks and three days," said Jen, grinning.
Wes raised his eyebrows. "I like to keep count," she explained.
Wes chuckled and continued,"Well, I've been thinking, maybe it's time I do this..." as he pulled out a small velvet box (A/N: Secret revealed! I bet you saw that coming!) , opened it, and got down on his knee.
Jen gasped. Inside, lay a beutiful diamond engagement ring.
Wes said,"Jennifer, will you marry me?"
Jen's mouth opened in delight and seemed lost for words.
Wes grinned and quipped,"You have the right to remain silent..."
Jen finaly said excitedly,"Yes!"
Wes shut his eyes briefly as if in relief, and slipped the ring onto her fourth finger. He grinned and pulled Jen into a deep hug.
Jen felt tears of joy well up in her eyes. "I love you, Jen," whispered Wes.
"I love you too. Oh, God! This is th happiest day of my life!" she replied.
"Oh, man! Where am I?" mumbled Nick. His head was throbbing madly. Opening his eyes, he found out he was still in the dark alleyway.
He felt a trickle of something flow down his face. Wiping it, 'Blood,' he thought. Wincing, he got up slowly.
The entire street was eerily silent. As he stood up straight, a wave of dizziness engulfed him.
The masked guy was nowhere in sight, which meant the bullet Nick shot either caused minor damage on his attaker, or none at all.
It's a miricle Nick is still alive. Glancing at his watch, he made his way slowly back to his home. '10.30, man , I really blacked out.' he thought.
Slowly, he finally arrived at his neighbourhood. Feeling a deep urge to collapse, he walked towards his front door.
Sara was pacing back and forth, in the living room, the cordless phone is hand. She had been calling Nick for the last hour, yet, no answer.
The twins are fast asllep. She is a nervous wreck. What if Brian Mc Cormick's accomplicegot to Nick first? She knew now that all those attacks on Nick's family members were not coincidenses.
Just then, the door bell rang. Sara immedietly rushed to open the door. "Nick! Are you ok?" she sid frantically as she pulled Nick's weary bruised body to the couch.
Nick nodded, tiredly, "Yeah, Brian... got me,"
Sara said,"Oh, God, Nick, we need to get you to the hospital,"
Nick shook his head and said,"I'm fine,"
Sara immedietly bandaged Nick up. After he recovered more, he had to ask the question,"Why did he come after me?"
Sara bit her lip,'That's it. I can't hide anymor,'she thought. Sara gulped and said, "Um, well, Nick, I went to see him the other day. I dunno, I must have set him off, he got really pissed and..."
"WHAT??!!" Nick's eyes widen in shock,"You went to see him? Didn't Grissom say it is too dangerous? Sara! I can't believe you," he muttered, shaking his head.
Sara said,"Nick, I'm sorry..." Nick got up and walked towards the bathroom.
"Nick..." Sara called.
Nick stopped, with his hand on the door knob, he paused and said firmly, "If anything happens to our family, I'll never forgive you," and went in.
TBC
How's that for good news and bad news? Hope you like the story so far, leave a review!
You wanna know what Wes is hiding? I'll show you what he is hiding! After these two verses, muahahahahaha!!!!! Ahem, anyway...
Chapter 7: Strike Three, You're Out
"No, no, where is it?" he muttered softly while flicking through the pages of that day's Las Vegas Sun newspaper.
'He can't have failed on both counts!' he thought, reaching the end of the newspaper without seeing anything about a Stokes family member dieing.
'Damn it, Micah,' he thought desparately. He pushed the newspaper aside and yanked out an envelope, pen and paper.
'That's it, this time, we try a direct approach,' he concluded as he began to write.
It was about 8.30 in the evening. Nick was strolling back home after stopping at a store for supplies. He looked at his watch, better get home, Sara has the tenency to get really worried if he is late.
Stopping in front of an alleyway between a closed grocrey shop and a boutique that was empty except for a bored looking clerk, Nick paused, thinking,'This is one of Vegas' rare quite streets.
He considered going through the alleyway. That would cut off about 7 minutes worth of walking.
Without delaying anymore time, he made up his mind and turned into the alleyway.
Halfway down, he suddenly heard a tapping sound behind him. Nick frowned, while turning around. Nothing. Wondering whether it was just his imagination, he turned back...
Only to have his head striked with something really heavy and hard. He slumped onto the ground, his head throbbing painfully.
Gathering his strength, he looked up to see his attacker. "Oh, no!" he thought as he saw the yellow and black mask staring at him menacingly, bat in hand.
Nick yanked out his gun, thankful that he had been carrying it at that time. His attacker seemed surprised at the sight of the gun, taken aback, even. But he held his bat upright, ready for one more srtike.
Which he did deliver. Tiny stars exploded from inside Nick's head, who closed his eyes, wincing.
When he reopened them, his attacker was running down the end of the alleyway, Nick raised his gun, and shot.
He heard a muffled,"Argg!", more footsteps, then everything went black.
"Thank's Wes, I had a great time!" Jen said as they went into her apartment.
"No problem, Jen. I had a great time too," Wes replied, quietly. That's one of the things Jen liked about Wes since she returned from th future. Wes was never this serious and quiet before.
They walked into the balcony, enjoying the scenery. A rare Vegas cool breeze swept through the town.
Jen murmured,"It's so beutiful,"
After a second, Wes said,"So are you Jen, so are you..."
Jen glanced at him, surprised. But he was just leaning against the balcony, staring at the scenery.
Just as suddenly, as though he just made up his mind, he straightened up and cleared his throat and said, somewhat nervously,"Um, Jn, you know we've been dating for some time,"
"Seven months, two weeks and three days," said Jen, grinning.
Wes raised his eyebrows. "I like to keep count," she explained.
Wes chuckled and continued,"Well, I've been thinking, maybe it's time I do this..." as he pulled out a small velvet box (A/N: Secret revealed! I bet you saw that coming!) , opened it, and got down on his knee.
Jen gasped. Inside, lay a beutiful diamond engagement ring.
Wes said,"Jennifer, will you marry me?"
Jen's mouth opened in delight and seemed lost for words.
Wes grinned and quipped,"You have the right to remain silent..."
Jen finaly said excitedly,"Yes!"
Wes shut his eyes briefly as if in relief, and slipped the ring onto her fourth finger. He grinned and pulled Jen into a deep hug.
Jen felt tears of joy well up in her eyes. "I love you, Jen," whispered Wes.
"I love you too. Oh, God! This is th happiest day of my life!" she replied.
"Oh, man! Where am I?" mumbled Nick. His head was throbbing madly. Opening his eyes, he found out he was still in the dark alleyway.
He felt a trickle of something flow down his face. Wiping it, 'Blood,' he thought. Wincing, he got up slowly.
The entire street was eerily silent. As he stood up straight, a wave of dizziness engulfed him.
The masked guy was nowhere in sight, which meant the bullet Nick shot either caused minor damage on his attaker, or none at all.
It's a miricle Nick is still alive. Glancing at his watch, he made his way slowly back to his home. '10.30, man , I really blacked out.' he thought.
Slowly, he finally arrived at his neighbourhood. Feeling a deep urge to collapse, he walked towards his front door.
Sara was pacing back and forth, in the living room, the cordless phone is hand. She had been calling Nick for the last hour, yet, no answer.
The twins are fast asllep. She is a nervous wreck. What if Brian Mc Cormick's accomplicegot to Nick first? She knew now that all those attacks on Nick's family members were not coincidenses.
Just then, the door bell rang. Sara immedietly rushed to open the door. "Nick! Are you ok?" she sid frantically as she pulled Nick's weary bruised body to the couch.
Nick nodded, tiredly, "Yeah, Brian... got me,"
Sara said,"Oh, God, Nick, we need to get you to the hospital,"
Nick shook his head and said,"I'm fine,"
Sara immedietly bandaged Nick up. After he recovered more, he had to ask the question,"Why did he come after me?"
Sara bit her lip,'That's it. I can't hide anymor,'she thought. Sara gulped and said, "Um, well, Nick, I went to see him the other day. I dunno, I must have set him off, he got really pissed and..."
"WHAT??!!" Nick's eyes widen in shock,"You went to see him? Didn't Grissom say it is too dangerous? Sara! I can't believe you," he muttered, shaking his head.
Sara said,"Nick, I'm sorry..." Nick got up and walked towards the bathroom.
"Nick..." Sara called.
Nick stopped, with his hand on the door knob, he paused and said firmly, "If anything happens to our family, I'll never forgive you," and went in.
TBC
How's that for good news and bad news? Hope you like the story so far, leave a review!