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Notes: Don't blame Impulse for any mistakes in here...she hasn't read it yet.I was in a hurry, and she'll scold me enough for that later, so just...remember that any plotholes and inaccuracies are merely figments of your imagination. Anyway, this is only a sort of summariser that adds to the story. Do i make sense?
More notes: Impulse, I said, scold me later!
Chapter 8
Terry Shan wasn't exactly thrilled. His sister – sure, she was his only sister, and he loved her to pieces, but it didn't mean she couldn't be a pain in the rear at the worst of times – had just called him at an unearthly hour of the morning, and he was just about ready to snap.
Then she had said she needed his help.
"What do you want?" Terry asked, trying not to snap, and biting back a yawn as he did so.
He heard Alex laugh at her end of the line, and knew he hadn't succeeded in either.
"Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called you this early. How about I meet you for dinner tomorrow?" she suggested.
Terry didn't bother to hide the yawn, this time. "Sure," he said. "Rosa's?" Alex had introduced the place to him before and he liked the cooking. Rosa herself wasn't that bad…
Alex laughed again, and he wished he could reach down the phone and strangle her. That sound was going to haunt him tonight.
"Sure, big brother," she replied. "I'll see you there, same time, same place."
Terry yawned again. "Uh-huh. This just better be worth waking me up at this ungodly hour or you won't be getting a Christmas present for the next ten years."
His way of saying that he already had Alex's present picked out. Which she knew.
"Not another silk scarf this year, okay?" she whined.
"That wasn't my fault, Mom thought it would look nice on you. I hadn't the heart to tell her my dog's enjoying it now."
"Uh-huh. Goodnight, Terry."
"Night, little sister," he said then slammed the phone down at her indignant squawk and smirked to himself.
She hated when he called her that.
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Alex entered Rosa's comfy little dining area and headed for the table that Rosa claimed was always reserved for her and her brothers. Terry was there, a tall figure of around 6'1", with the same brown hair and eyes as Alex, though his were slightly irritated. He was dressed casually enough, Terry worked at the Montecito casino as the head of surveillance and security, and his boss gave him a lot of leeway.
Alex wished she could say the same.
"Sit," ordered Terry, patting the chair next to his. "Let's talk."
Getting right down to business, were we?
Alex sat. Terry ordered her a cup of coffee, and stared her in the eye. "So, little sister," he began, "What's the problem?"
Alex looked up, annoyed, but responded, "It's about my…gifts."
Terry raised an eyebrow, then said, "What about them? Are you having migraines again? Damn it, Alex, I said if they got worse, to tell me, or your doctor -"
"It's not the migraines," interrupted Alex. She sighed, then proceeded to tell her brother, "Look, the long and short of it is, I foresaw one of my colleagues being shot, and I decided to interfere because I couldn't let him die. He got shot anyway, and I healed him. And then- "
"You were exposed?" growled Terry in horror.
"No!" Alex exclaimed, frustrated. "Would you please let me finish?"
Terry muttered, but stayed silent as she went on, "He was unconscious while I healed him, and so he doesn't remember what I did, but Terry – I accidentally formed a mental connection to him, and now- "
Terry's eyes lit with understanding. "You want to find a way to block him from feeling your emotions all the time? And vice-versa?"
Alex nodded, glad that they were finally on the same page. "Yeah. Can you help?"
Terry looked thoughtful. Their coffee cups lay forgotten on the table as he thought it over. Finally, he said, "Mental blocking takes mostly a lot of focus, so I'd recommend you practice some focusing techniques. I can teach you some, but you'll have to practice them yourself…"
Alex reached forward and squeezed her brother's hand. "Thank you, Terry," she said gratefully. "I knew you'd think of something."
Terry nodded. "You'll need to find some discreet way of getting your colleague to learn these techniques too, you know."
"I'll cross that bridge when I come to it," replied Alex, uncomfortable. "I'll figure something out."
"Great," her brother said, finishing his coffee. "I'll see you tomorrow night for your lessons, then."
Alex nodded. "I'll be there," she promised. "Thanks again."
Terry nodded, then glanced at his watch. "Oops, gotta head home. I promised to read Derek his bedtime story tonight."
Alex laughed, thinking of her little nephew. Terry had been a single dad ever since Derek's mother had left them, but they coped just fine. "Give him a hug for me.'
"Will do." Terry saluted her, then left, Alex following him as she headed for the door.
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Nick Stokes slowly turned around in his seat once he was sure that Alex and her friend had left Rosa's. He frowned.
He'd come to Rosa's for dinner before shift began, and now he was leaving Rosa's with a full stomach…and more questions for a certain lab tech he was starting to have a dangerous attraction to.
Nick got up, and headed purposefully for his Tahoe. Alex had some answering to do.
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Thanks to all who reviewed! now for some quick shout-outs!
love N/S - Alex only connected with Nick because she only healed Nick. And I love George Eads in his CSI ball cap! ooh! Adorable!
DCHeesegirl - that would be funny, LOL. Wish I'd thought of it. And I see you found that picture too? I love that pic, if I had more time, I'd throw it into the fic. Hotness. (drools) Glad you liked the chappie, now review, no matter how crappy this one is in comparison. ;) Thanks dear!
gelf - Google or Yahoo search for George Eads, or find him on IMDB. George is cool. ;) And you would like the connection. I do too. ;)
wiccanhot - Great! So you can keep reading. :) Have fun, and don't forget to review!
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