Thanks for the reviews!Hehe, Nick's address remains as elusive as ever, too bad. Orangebronco, let me know if you do have the address, we can camp out together!! haha.
Sorry, I don't really have anything for Sara in this fic... sorry!
Chapter 3: Drunk
Nick was watching a rerun about tropical birds on Discovery Channel. It was about 1 a.m, he yawned, might as well get to bed...
Vaguely wondering what case the others are doing now, he turned off the T.V.
Suddenly, his cell phone rang. Nick frowned and picked the phone up. The caller ID read,'Grissom'.
Nick raised his eyebrows, then pressed the ACCEPT button, "Hello?"
"Nick, bad news, Jake has escaped,"
"What? How?" asked Nick, standing up.
"I don't know, seems like he picked the guard's pocket for the keys somehow and knocked him out, then he escaped around dinner time. No one saw him leave,"
Nick sighed,"Great... just great..."
"I think you should come over to the lab," said Grissom.
Nick had already picked up his car keys and had his hand on the door knob when he said, "Got it. I'll be there in..." he swung the door open, and there lying on his doorstep, was Jake, unconcious with an empty bottle of alchohol in his hand.
The teen was definately drunk...
"Hello?" Grissom asked.
Nick muttered,"Hey, Gris... uh, I've found Jake,"
"What?"
"He's right here on my doorstep ready to pick up, but he is in no shape to move..."
Grissom paused for a moent, then said,"Ok, take care of him. Make sure he doesn't run away, he has the tendency to do that. Bring him to the lab when he is ok," and hung up before Nick could protest.
He looked down at Jake and muttered,"Hoo boy..."
There was nothing else to do, Nick put the boy's arm around his neck and led the drunken teen inside and laid him on the couch.
Nick was about to turn away when Jake started mumbling,"No...no more... I don't want anymore... coke..." turning his head from side to side restlessly.
Nick went up to him,"Hey, you ok, kiddo?"
The teen mumbled a little more then fell into a doze.
Nick sighed and walked into the kitchen to get some medication for the boy and to get a drink himself, no way he could fall asleep now...
Jake woke up with his head throbbing painfully. 'Where am I?' he wondered.
Then he remembered... he did it again. Walking past the Thomas and Mack center, he could not resist the urge to get several bottles of booze.
Again, he did not know why he did it, and yet he did.
He got up slowly, looking around groggily. He was on a couch. On the coffee table in front of him was a glass of water and two asprin.
Jake didn't know whose place this is, but he was grateful, however, he was not, by nature, willing to express his thanks.
He gulped down the tablets, and that is when he saw Nick, in the kitchen. He was pacing back and forth, looking really tired. He did not realize Jake was awake.
Then Jake remembered hearing Nick's address, he must have subconciously made his way over here while he was drunk.
Jake considered what he'll do next, he can't let Nick know he's awake... Nick will definately ask about what happened the other night. Jake was too scared to answer.
So, quietly, Jake walked up to the front door. Jake saw a Nick's wallet lying on the little table by the door. Jake gulped, then opened it, pulling out a fistful of bills running about 200 dollars and went out as quietly as he could.
The sun was rising slowly already. Jake ran down the road until he spotted a car parked by the side of the road, it was unlocked.
Jake smirked and went in. He remembered all too well what the other teens have taught him about stealing cars. Jake hotwired it and drove off.
Halfway down, he felt an urge for some coke, it had been two days since he last had some. 'Don't...' said a small voice in his head, 'Did Nick get where he is by going on drugs?'
Jake frowned, 'But what if you needed it? What if it was just to forget your troubles, would that still be bad?' he reasoned.
'You know it's wrong! Don't do it!' retorted the same small voice. Jake shook his headas if getting rid of those thoughts.
He thought of giving a dealer a visit, he had the address in his jacket somewhere. Jake began to grop around for it. Panic seized him, the paper containing the address wasn't there!
But he can't turn back now... oh well, he pretty much knew the way anyway. With that, he drove on.
Meanwhile, Nick had just realized Jake was gone. He went over to the table, the asprins were gone.
Walking up to the door, he noticed his wallet was open, he picked it up, sure enough, plenty of money was missing. "Damn it..." he muttered.
He pulled open the door. Jake was nowhere to be seen.
Suddenly, a small piece of paper on his doorstep caught his attention, he picked it up, the writing was small and untidy.
It read, '25, Barrow Road, Thomas and Mack Center, Vegas, Nevada,'
Nick scowled,'What a kid...'
TBC
Here we go again, I bet there isn't even such address in Vegas. Ahh well... review!