A New Addition
Pairing: Nick and Sara
After falling asleep from too much partying to welcome 2006, Nick and Sara have a rather interesting dream/nightmare about the future.
A/N: Part of this chapter has some violence, but not of the graphic variety.
A/N2: I based Abigail's history teacher on mine back in high school. He was a young teacher (11 years my senior) and good looking. He made me appreciate history even more. When it comes to test time, he comes up with something wacky to put on the cover and has very interesting bonus questions. Whenever I tell or write about him to my friends or professors/instructors, the envy me.
Disclaimer: I don't own Nick, Sara or any other CSI character. I do own Nick and Sara's families and any other non-CSI character.
The Futuristic Dream or Nightmare
Dream/Nightmare Sequence
Time: Sometime during the 2020-21 school year.
Abigail Stokes closed her locker and walked towards her friends Colleen and Teresa. They were headed towards English class and wanted to make it before the bell rang. Today was the day the class had to share their journal entries and discuss the first act of 'Romeo and Juliet'. She thought that the days of reading journal entries ended with the 6th grade, but she was wrong. When the three girls arrived in the classroom, took their seats and their twenty-something English teacher, Ms. Lindsey Willows, arrived.
"Good morning, does anyone want to volunteer to read their entries before we discuss 'Romeo and Juliet'?" Ms. Willows asked and got a lot of groans and whines from the students in response. "Abigail Stokes, since nobody wanted to volunteer, I am volunteering you."
"This is about my family," Abigail said. "My parents are crime scene investigators working for the Las Vegas Police Department. They are the coolest people in the world and work with the most awesome colleagues. My dad was born and raised in Dallas, Texas. He is the youngest of seven children and has 24 nieces and nephews. That's a lot of first cousins for me. My mom was born and raised in Tamales Bay, California. She has an older brother, a niece and nephew. My dad first laid eyes on my mom when he was tossing dummies off a hotel rooftop for an investigation. My parents have been married for nearly 17 years and have five children. I am the oldest with two younger brothers Nicholas, Jr. and Timothy and two younger sisters Vanessa and Samantha. My sisters are twins. Here is the birth order in my family Abigail, 15, Nicholas, Jr., 12, Vanessa, 9, Samantha, 9 and Timothy, 7. Grandma and Grandpa Stokes are my favorite grandparents. They are in their late 80s and still have the energy level of twenty year olds. They've been married for nearly 66 years and I don't know anyone else married for so long. My other grandparents, my mom's parents, I don't get along with and don't see them often. I only saw my mom's brother and his family once in my fifteen years. I enjoy going to Dallas and my dad's family loves visiting Vegas."
After a few more students read their entries, Lindsey started the discussion of 'Romeo and Juliet'. Abigail contributed excellent ideas to the discussion. Ms. Willows was amazed that her stepfather Gil Grissom made Nick and Sara's oldest child appreciate Shakespeare through tutoring and treating the Stokes kids to a play every three months. Of course, Abigail couldn't hog the discussion so she allowed her classmate equal time to express their ideas regardless of how good or bad they were.
"Class, I want you to read the next act," Lindsey said sensing the bell was going to ring. "There will be a quiz on the first act tomorrow."
Her students groaned, including Abigail.
"Don't worry," Lindsey tried to reassure a bunch of high school kids. "It's only matching and multiple choice questions. I save the torture for your exams. Have a nice day."
As her students left, Abigail was the last to leave. Lindsey wanted to talk to her about something.
"Abigail, I am very proud of you," Lindsey said. "Your parents taught you well about respecting your fellow students. My stepfather tutored you well about Shakespearean plays."
"Gil Grissom is well versed in Shakespeare," Abigail chuckled. "He is also a great expert on bugs. He took my family to the botanical garden when they hosted a live butterfly exhibition. I still have the butterfly mobile that he gave my parents to put in my room before I was born hanging in my room."
"I am sure he will be happy to hear that," Lindsey said. "Abigail, I would like to chat further with you, but you have a class to go to and I have a meeting with the parents of one of my students. I'll see you tomorrow. Say hello to your parents for me."
"I will, Ms. Willows," Abigail said as she went to her final class of the day.
World History from Prehistoric to the Dark Ages was interesting for Abigail. She loved learning about human history and got that love from looking at her dad's old encyclopedias that he got on his 16th birthday instead of a car. Today the class was learning about Alexander the Great and his conquests of the Mediterranean region. The teacher was no older than Ms. Willows and had a wacky sense of humor. Whenever there was a test, he'd put some funny joke on the cover or some wacky bonus question. For some reason he reminded Abigail of a younger version of her dad.
After Abigail arrived at home, she went out to get the mail. Out of nowhere, Hank Peddigrew, Jr., the son of her mom's ex-boyfriend approached her. Her happiness immediately turned to misery and anger.
"Hank, I thought I told you to leave me alone!" Abigail shouted. "It was bad enough your father screwed with my mother many years ago, but now you are trying to screw with me!"
"Abigail, please give me another chance," Hank, Jr. pleaded with her.
"No, get the fuck out of here before the Las Vegas Police Department gets involved!" Abigail said with slight pride of being a daughter of law enforcement.
"Abigail Stokes, you leave no choice," he said as he grabbed both her hands and shoved her against the house.
"Get away from me!" she shrieked as Hank punched her in the face.
"Leave my sister alone!" Nicholas Stokes, Jr. said as he got out of the house after hearing his older sister's screams. "Abby, I am calling mom and dad at work."
"Shut the fuck up, shrimp," Hank, Jr. said.
"Don't you ever call my brother 'shrimp' again, Jackass," Abigail hissed.
Abigail bent her left knee and rammed in his crotch. He immediately let go, but grabbed her leg and she nearly fell down.
"You'll pay for that, bitch!" he said.
"Hank, let her go now!" Nick shouted as he and Sara ran to the house with Greg, Warrick, Detective Vartann and a few uniforms approaching.
"You are a very stupid boy!" Sara hissed. "You're even worse than your father. Get him out of here before I kill him with my bare hands!"
Nick had Abigail in an embrace, rubbed her back and made soothing noises. She was crying hysterically.
"Shh, Princess Abby, you're safe," Nick said. "He won't hurt you again!"
Warrick approached his friend and goddaughter. He used to get mad at Nick or Sara for calling Abigail 'Princess Abby', but he relented when she was five and said that she loved being called that by her family. Now he couldn't get angry under the circumstances.
"Nick, let's bring her to Desert Palm," Warrick said calmly. "I don't think the asshole raped her, but she still needs to be checked out. I'll stay with the other kids."
"Thanks, Warrick," Nick said heavily.
Abigail was accompanied to the ambulance by her parents. She was still hysterical and clinging on to her parents.
"Young lady, you have to let me examine you," a female paramedic said.
"Abigail, it's okay," Sara said trying to reassure the teenager.
She nodded and allowed paramedic to do her job. She continued to cry and Nick gently held her hand while Sara touched her knee. Her cries became louder and more hysterical.
End of the Dream/Nightmare Sequence
Nick and Sara woke up with groans to the sounds of Abigail's cries and the nightmare they had. It took them a while longer to wake up due to being hungover. They had a little too much to drink last night. They were glad that Nick's parents took care of Abigail while they were out of it.
"Nick, remind me never to drink a scotch on the rocks after having an apple martini and a glass of champagne," Sara whined.
"Don't worry," Nick said. "I'll stop you! Let's see what Abigail wants now."
"Speaking of her," Sara groaned. "I had a bizarre dream that became a nightmare."
"Do you want to tell me about it?" Nick asked.
"It took place fifteen years into the future and I will give you the condensed version," Sara explained. "Abigail was 15 and we had four more kids. She goes to English class and Lindsey is the teacher. Some students read journal entries, including Abigail. There was a discussion on 'Romeo and Juliet'. Then she went to her history class. The dream became a nightmare when Hank's son attacked her outside our house. Warrick, Greg, Vartann and uniforms were there to investigate and arrest that bastard."
"I had that same dream/nightmare," Nick said in shock and disgust. "I should have never drunk that 'Sex on the Beach' before going home."
"Nick, it's New Year's Eve," Sara said groggily. "We are entitled to have fun, but next time we shouldn't go overboard."
"Let's check on Abigail," Nick said. "I want to make sure we still have a two month old baby and not a fifteen year old girl."
Sara laughed, but it aggravated her headache a little. When they arrived in Abigail's room, they looked at the crib. Both Nick and Sara breathed a sigh of relief that there was an infant and not a teenager's bed with a sleeping teenaged girl. They would have freaked out if their dream became a reality. Nick gingerly picked her up and cradled her into his arms.
"Happy 2006, Princess Abby," Nick said and kissed her gently on her forehead.
Sara took their daughter off of Nick's arms and held her in hers.
"Hey sweetie, Happy New Year," Sara said and kissed Abigail's forehead.
Sara laid the baby on the bassinette and did the diaper change and rubbed her hands with the antibacterial hand gel. She dressed Abigail in a purple, pink and white one piece and put on a pair of pink socks on her feet.
"I love you, Sara," Nick said as he pulled her into a gentle embrace. "If didn't say it before, Happy New Year!"
"I love you, too, Nick," Sara said. "We also love our sweet little Abigail. I know I was probably a little too drunk to wish you a Happy 2006!"
Sara took Abigail from the bassinette and sat on the rocking so she could feed her. Once Abigail was fed, Sara got up and put her back in her crib. She and Nick returned to their room to get ready to go to the New Year's Day brunch at the Venetian that Brass invited the entire Stokes clan to go with him.
TBC