What if Warrick had a daughter way back when he was 21?

Rated T: Just to be Safe.

Disclaimer: I don't own CSI or any of the characters. I do however take credit for the character Jordan Oleander Brown.

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Warrick woke up October 10th just like he did everyday. His alarm went off at 4:00 pm and he pressed the snooze for 5 more minutes.

4:10.

Warrick stumbles to the bathroom to do his usual. Piss, shower, brush teeth, comb hair, and trim up his facial hair; he did the same thing everyday.

Warrick clicked on the T.V. as he made himself a pot of coffee and loaded up his case of supplies. He hated when things were out of place so when he found a pair of gloves in his labels section, he has to immediately fix it.

The local news station had been filming the recent murder investigation at the Miller house for the past week. The team consisting of Gil, Catherine, Nick, Sara, Greg, and Warrick had been working on the case for a good 3 days straight. This was the first real brake they had.

Warrick sat at his coffee table with a cup of black coffee and a protein bar. He had been relying on the bars to keep him up for the past couple days. Suddenly, the phone rang just as Warrick opened up the package.

"Hello," Warrick answered his voice still a little groggy.

"Are you gonna depend on this nasty, chalky, tastes of butt protein bars to keep your stomach filled?" Nick asked through the receiving end.

"Actually," Warrick started, "they taste just fine to me, and yes, they do keep my stomach filled."

"The only reason why the taste good, is because your used to it which is even more sad," Nick said in a taunting voice. "How about you come down to the diner and I'll buy you breakfast or should I say lunch. You know the usual," Nick said with his mouth full.

"Well, it sounds like your already there," Warrick said as he laughed.

"I'm already here and so are Catherine and Sara…" Nick stopped to swallow, "and Gris and Greg. Brass said he'd be here in 10. Come on man you're missing out on all the fun!"

"Come on Warrick! I'm having a great afternoon. Don't ruin it!" Catherine warned through the other end of the phone.

Warrick laughed as he sipped his coffee.

"Did you hear that man?" Nick asked.

"Yeah, I heard. Doesn't mean I'm coming," Warrick said finishing his coffee.

"Come on man we got a whole nother hour before shift starts," Nick said pleading to the man on the other end.

Warrick sighed a frustrated sigh and finished his coffee. "Whatever man. I'll come but I'm not sitting in the middle. Have you ever been in a Sara and Catherine sandwich?"

Warrick asked as went back to the time when Warrick was the last to get to the diner and was stuck between Sara and Catherine. It was a more like sitting between an estrogen and health nut sandwich.

"Yeah, Ok man you won't have to sit in the middle. We can Greg to do it anyways," Nick said with a chuckle.

"What about Greg?" Greg asked as he took his eyes of the waitress that was serving them.

"Nothin' man just go back to what you were doing," Nick said as he motioned his hand towards the waitress.

"Don't mind if I do," Greg said with a geeky smile on his face.

"Alright, alright, alright," Warrick said as he cleaned up. "I'll be there in 10."

"OK man, see ya later," Nick said with a click.

Warrick grabbed his case, his gun, and his sunglasses; the three must haves of the day.

Warrick locked up and giggled the handle just to be sure.

He walked down the steps of his house and then hopped into his Denali and headed east.

Short chapter I know. Should I continue? Read and Review please!

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-CSIFanatic08