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Warrick has a daughter. What now? Read and find out! Review please!
Grissom sat in his seat, the back towards Greg. Grissom had his glasses off of his face and was intently rubbing his temples.
"So," Grissom started in his pissed off tone. A tone Greg had become all too familiar with. "Warrick told you to tell me, that he isn't going to be in today?"
"That's correct," Greg said while staring at the ground.
"And he told you this 30 minutes before shift started?" Grissom said as he swiveled his chair so that it was facing Greg.
"That's correct," Greg said again as he silently coughed.
"Did he tell you why?" Grissom said with his arms folded on the desk.
"No, he didn't," Greg said as he avoided Grissom's stare.
"Oh, OK." Grissom said as he pushed himself up and out of the chair. "I'm gonna call him,"
Greg sat there silently as his interrogation ended.
Grissom dialed the number and waited for the usual response for Warrick.
They had been driving for 20 minutes when both Jordan and Warrick's stomachs growled.
"So, are you hungry?" Warrick asked as he tried to make small talk.
"Yeah, actually I am," Jordan said with a smile on her face.
"Well, what do you like to eat?" Warrick said as he felt the same old vibration coming form his left pocket.
"Brown," Warrick said as he rubbed his temples at a red light.
"Where the hell are you?" Grissom asked as he sat on the edge of his desk.
"Something came up man…" Warrick was cut short by Grissom's rant.
"I don't give a rat's ass, I want you here NOW!" Grissom yelled as he got off of his desk.
"I'm sorry Grissom but I can't," Warrick said as he turned to face Jordan who had an amused smile on her face.
"And why not?" Grissom asked with a fierce tone.
"I'm having dinner with my daughter," Warrick said as he braced himself for the response.
"What!" Grissom said as he nearly tripped over Greg's chair.
"Yeah, I have a daughter now," Warrick said as he smiled at Jordan.
Grissom was at a loss of words. He didn't know whether to call him on it or to believe it. "But…." Grissom said as he plopped back into his seat.
"Yeah, I know. It's amazing. I met her right after we met at the diner. I'll bring her in around 8:00 pm tonight. Alright?" Warrick said as he pulled into Sam's Diner.
"Um, OK. See you then," Grissom said as he snapped his phone shut.
"What happened?" Greg asked as he made wide hand gestures.
"It's a girl," Grissom said as he walked out of his office.
"It's a girl?" Greg asked himself as he sat back down in his seat
"Nick, I've taken a lot of crap from you in the past, but this," Ecklie started as he slithered around his office. "This was just totally out of line."
Nick sat in Eckile's office staring at the Vegas dust he got on the cuff of his jeans. "So I want you to fill out the observations for the case last night and the one from this afternoon," Ecklie said with a smug smile on his face.
"OK," Nick said as he took the sheet of paper from his hand. "A girl found at 35th Avenue and Union. Was she DOA?" Nick asked as he took his jacket off of the back of his chair.
"I don't know Stokes. Read the description of the case and you tell me," Ecklie said as he briskly walked past Nick.
Nick brushed it off as he read the case notes. The girl had been beaten many times and GHB was found in her system. Her mouth was stuffed with cigarette buts. Her entire body was covered with what looked like cigarette burns, whip marks and bruises. A human ash tray. As Nick read the end of the report, he noticed that the day shift coroner had already taken the body to the morgue.
"Doc Robbins here I come," Nick said as he headed down the hall.
"I'll have the meat and potatoes dinner. Instead of fries could I get mashed potatoes? And instead of gravy on the pork chop, could I get A1 sauce? Thanks," Warrick said as he smiled at the waitress who had seemed to be giving him the eye.
"Hello? Over here," Jordan said as she waved her hand in the air, attempting to get the waitress' attention. The waitress' smile dropped as fast as it came leaving her with a bitter stare which she threw directly at Jordan. "Um, yeah could I please have the cheeseburger diner with fries and instead of vegetables could I get a roll?" Thank you," Jordan said with a fake smile.
"Will that be all?" The waitress said as she looked at Warrick.
"No, actually, could I get a beer…" Warrick started before he looked at Jordan. "No, how about an ice tea with lemon."
"And you," The waitress said as she stared blankly at Jordan.
"Yeah, could I get a beer?" Jordan said as she tried not to laugh.
"I don't think so!" Warrick said in an authoritive tone.
"I was just joking," Jordan said as she reassured Warrick. The waitress stood impatiently waiting for them to finish their discussion. "Could I actually get a coke with a cherry? Thanks," Jordan said with a smile on you face.
"Your food will be here in a little bit," the waitress said as she smiled at Warrick. She walked away wiggling her assets the whole way behind the counter.
"Ewwww," Jordan said as she stuck her tongue out in disgust.
"Yeah, she was a little forward with that ass—I mean butt shake wasn't she?" Warrick said as he attempted to censor himself.
"Mr. Brown…" Jordan started before being cut off by Warrick.
"Call me Warrick. I don't expect you to start calling me Dad right away," Warrick said with a smile.
"OK. Warrick, you don't have to censor yourself around me. I mean, I've heard it all before. And if you want a beer, you don't have to be ashamed to have one. I won't think any less of you for it," Jordan said with her hands folded on the table. Warrick couldn't believe how alike they were. As they sat in the booth opposite each other, they both had their weight shifted to their right with their left hand, drumming to the song on the radio.
"May I have a quarter for the juke box?" Jordan asked as she took off her jacket.
"Sure, "Warrick said as he dug into his pocket. "Here's 3,"
"Thank you Warrick," Jordan said as she lifted herself from the booth and walked over to the juke box. He watched her the entire way there. She was such a beautiful, young girl. How could she possibly be his? How could he have created something so flawless?
"B6," Jordan said to herself as she started the music. Warrick couldn't believe what she played; Billie Holiday blared through the speakers.
She walked back over to the booth, with a bounce in her step.
"You like Billie Holiday?" Warrick said in shock.
"Yeah, she's my favorite," Jordan said as she sipped the coke that the waitress had delivered in her absence. Jordan spotted a napkin with red lipstick on it. As she was about to lift it from underneath Warrick's glass, Warrick spotted Nick outside snapping pictures on the side of the burger joint across the street.
"Can you excuse me for a second? I see on of my friends outside," Warrick said as he slipped his jacket back on.
"No problem," Jordan said as she took another sip of her coke.
Warrick lifted himself out of the booth and pushed the door open, the bell above the door sounded.
Jordan lifted up Warrick's ice tea and took the napkin from underneath it. She held it up and read the name and number written on it in cheap hot pink lipstick. It read Lisa 555- 2365. Jordan looked up at the waitress behind the counter with fire in her eyes. She motioned her hands in the air, attempting to get her attention. Lisa lifted her head, looked at Jordan, and witnessed Jordan rip the napkin into 20 pieces and scatter it on the ground. Lisa stood there with her mouth open. Jordan sat in the booth, challenging the waitress to make another move towards her father.
Meanwhile outside, Warrick walked his way over to Nick who was snapping pictures of blood splatter on the side of the building.
"What are you doing her man?" Warrick asked with his hands on his hips, scaring Nick half to death.
"Ahh, man. You scared me." Nick said as he grabbed his chest. "What are YOU doing her man? Grissom was furious when he found out you bailed like that," Nick said as he snapped more pictures.
"We'll talk about it later man. There's someone inside Sam's that I want you to meet," Warrick said as he led the way back inside. Nick reluctantly followed. They made their way over to the diner as a smile stretched across Warrick's face.
"You're gonna be surprised," Warrick said as he opened the door, the bell sounding again. The loud pitched sound caused Jordan to look back at the door. Nick stood face to face with a female Warrick look alike.
"Who's this?" Jordan asked as she smiled.
"Nick Stokes meet my daughter, Jordan Oleander Brown Simmermen," Warrick said with a proud smile on his face.
Nick was at a loss for words as he stood there with his jaw open.
Jordan got up from her booth and shook hands with Nick saying, "Hi, it's nice meeting my dad's brother."
Nick laughed because it was such a Warrick thing to say.
"Yep I am his brother," Nick said as he looked at Warrick for confirmation. Nick stared at Jordan, and before even knowing her name, saw the piercing green eyes.
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-CSIFanatic08