They ate and talked for a couple minutes because Nick was on the clock. Nick was still amazed that Warrick was a father. No one on the team ever thought of Warrick as a father.

"Well, I got to go," Nick said as he looked out the door.

"Oh, look who's here?' Warrick said as he spotted Grissom looking for Nick.

"He must be looking for me," Nick said with a concerned look on his face. "It was nice meeting you, Jordan," Nick said while giving her a hug. Jordan was expecting a hand shake but enjoyed the hug also.

"He's nice," Jordan said as she scooted back into the booth.

"Very," Warrick said as he took a sip of his tea. As the tea entered his throat, he chocked on it realizing that Grissom was entering the diner.

"Warrick, I thought you said you were having lunch with your daughter! She doesn't look like your daugh….." Grissom stopped as he looked at Jordan.

"You were saying?" Nick said as he laughed behind Grissom. Grissom shot him a look that told him to go back outside and process evidence. Nick did what Grissom's look told him to do, and walked outside.

"Remarkable," Grissom said as he looked at Jordan's eyes." The chances of a father and a daughter of African American decent sharing the recessive trait, green eyes, is a…." Grissom paused to do the math in his head.

"A 4.125 possibility," Jordan blurted out as she did the math with her finger in the air.

"Yeah," Grissom said just as stunned as Warrick. "How did you know that?"

"Well, it's a recessive trait which means the ration to a dominant trait is 4:1……" Jordan blabbered on as Grissom and Warrick sat across from her with their mouths wide open.

"What do you do in your free time?" Grissom asked, his mind still tripping out over the fact that Jordan figured it out before he did.

"Well, I'm a Sophomore, so the last two years I've done swim, softball, Drama Club, Principles List, Mock Trial, NHS, Student Government, Key Club, Spanish Club, Mathletes, French Tutor, A/V Club and AP Language Club," Jordan said as she took a breath and a sip of her coke.

"You do all of that?" Grissom asked in shock. "What do you do outside of school?"

"Paint, cook, read, and I'm a babysitter at the Boys and Girls Club," Jordan said as she took a sip of her coke. "Those kids don't have real parents anyways. Their either drug dealers or in jail, so I figured, how about I take care of them, since no one else will?" Warrick smiled at the fact that Jordan was so giving.

"That's a very noble thing …." Grissom said as he realized that he didn't know her name.

"Jordan. Jordan Oleander Brown Simmermen," Jordan stated with an out stretched hand.

"It was nice meeting you Jordan," Grissom said as he firmly shook her hand. "I'd love to stay and chat, but I'm on the clock and we've got a murder to take care of. Will you be in tomorrow?" Grissom asked as he stood up from the booth.

"I don't know I may need a couple days," Warrick said as he looked at Jordan.

"OK, I'll log it in as PTO," Grissom said while walking at the door.

"Thanks Grissom. See ya later," Warrick said as Grissom walked out of the door.

"I like him too. You have nice friends," Jordan said as she sipped her coke.

"Their actually my family," Warrick said as he ate the ice from his cup.

"That's nice. They seem great," Jordan said as she relaxed in the booth.

"Here's you food," the waitress said as she gave Warrick his food, sitting it gently on the table. Meanwhile, she threw Jordan's food onto the table, knocking over her drink.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," She said with a fake sympathetic voice.

"I'll get napkins," Warrick said as he looked on the table and didn't find any.

"Thanks Warrick," Jordan said as she shook the coke off of her hands.

"My bad," The waitress said with a smile.

"Yes you are. Now listen to me because I'm only gonna say this once. And since I know how hard it is for blondes like you to pay attention, I'm gonna say it slow; Stay…the…hell…away…from...my…Dad. Do you understand me?" Jordan said as she stood up.

"Loud and clear," the waitress said as she looked at Jordan with fire in her eyes. "Sorry about that sir. I'll bring you a slice triple layer cake on the house," She said as she walked away.

"Thanks. You OK?" Warrick asked Jordan as the look of anger crept across her face.

"Yep, just fine," Jordan said with a smile.

"Good. Let's eat," Warrick said as he dug into his food. But something about what was going on threw Jordan off. She looked outside and what she saw scared her half to death. A man was sitting in his SUV, smoking a cigar, staring at Warrick and Jordan. Jordan brushed it off and stared back at her plate. The sudden hunger she had a couple hours ago, was replaced with a sense of fear.

Back at the Lab

"So what do we have," Grissom said as he looked at the Lab tech for a result.

"Well, the sample has 7 alleles in common with Warrick. She's defiantly his daughter," He said as he handed the paper to Grissom.

"Thanks Jack," Grissom said a she took the paper and walked down the hall.

Nick intercepted Grissom with determination in his eyes.

""You know the Jane Doe that was found be the Burger Joint?" Nick asked, startling Grissom.

"Yes, what about her," Grissom asked as he shook the surprise out of him.

"Doc Robbins did an autopsy and found the girl to be the age of 15. She was raped with various objects vaginal and rectal. Splinters were pulled from her vaginal cavity. Her hands and ankles had duct tape residue left around them. TOD was approximately 11:30 p.m. last night. Doc thinks COD was that her body went into shock from all of the cigarette burns. GHB played a major role in this rape. 6 ML were found in her stomach. Pulled her dental records and she had braces within the past 2 years. Her blood was also on file for the National Diabetes Testing Center. We narrowed down the search to a Taylor Miller. She goes to LVHS and we're still in search for her family," Nick finished.

"Well, you're way ahead of me," Grissom said as he closed the file. "Any prints? Semen? Epithieals?" Grissom asked, hoping that something stuck out.

"Nope. It's as if he raped her in a plastic bubble. No defensive wounds either," Nick said as they turned the corner, running into Greg.

"What do alcohol, GHB, and marijuana have to do with our case?" Greg asked with a shimmer in his eye.

"They all came in contact with out victim?" Nick guessed as he leaned against the counter.

"Correct," Greg said as he entered the lab again. "And it looks like she didn't want any of them. We found Marijuana in her teeth. Maybe she was forced to smoke?" Greg asked as the paper printed out of the machine.

He quickly looked it over and then handed it to Grissom.

"Duct tape was definitely used. High levels of Latex?" Grissom asked as he handed it off to Nick.

"Easy peel means no mess," Nick stated as he walked towards the lab.

Just as he began to walk back to the lab, Catherine and Sara rounded the corner with evidence in hand.

"We found something," Sara said as her smile grew bigger.

"Let's check it out," Grissom said as he led the way to the front room.

In the Car

They sat in the car as their stomachs ached from being stuffed with food.

"My house isn't, you know, chick proof," Warrick said as he looked at Jordan laughing, causing his stomach to hurt even more.

"Oh, it's fine. No problem," Jordan said not wanting to be an inconvenience, something she had been her whole life.

"I have a spare room that has mostly Nick's stuff in it. But we'll clean all the out tomorrow and go get you something that will make your room…. More you," Warrick said as he pulled into the driveway.

"Your house is nice," Jordan said as she stared up at the house.

"It's our house now," Warrick said as he unlocked the door with his key.

When she walked in she saw mostly leather chairs, a huge sound system, black appliances, a computer, air filter, and back massager. Nothing that she didn't expect.

"So, this is the living room. That's the Kitchen. You can help yourself to anything you want in there. This is my room. And this is your room," Warrick rambled as he led the way down the hallway.

As she opened the door, she saw clothes folded on the bed, jerseys, basketball shorts, a CD player, cologne, a TV, and a pair of basketball shoes.

"Is this Mr. Stokes stuff?" Jordan asked as she sat her duffle bag down on the bed next to the clothes.

"Yeah, this is his stuff. I'll take all of it," Warrick said as he grabbed an empty box that was in the closet. "So, do you like it?" Warrick asked as he put a hand on her shoulder.

"Yeah. A lot dad," Jordan stated before she turned around to hug her father, a man she had been longing to see for her whole entire life. Just to smell him, feel him, and hear his heart beat was the happiest moment of Jordan's life.

Warrick stood there with his arms wrapped around his daughter tightly, not wanting to let go. He couldn't believe that he was actually holding the life he created for the first time. He loved her as if he had known her all 15 years of her existance. A single tear rolled down his cheek as kissed his daughter's head.

Jordan began crying into Warrick's chest as she finally realized that she was being loved unconditionally.

Nick walked down that hall, about to clock out when the Grissom called for him from the opposite end.

"Nick," Grissom yelled as he jogged towards him.

"Ah man, I was just about to clock out," nick whined as he took his back pack off of his shoulder.

"They found another girl. Drugged, raped, and burnt," the words hit Nick like a ton of bricks.

"Sleep can wait," Nick said as he walked past Grissom and directly into the locker room.

Sara was also inside, re-attaching her gun, handcuffs, and pepper spray to her belt.

"I was so close," Sara said as she closed her locker behind her.

"You were close? I was 5 feet from Becky clocking me out," Nick complained as he began to get his belt together.

"Well, I was clocked out," Catherine complained form her locker on the other side of Nick's.

"That sucks," Sara said as she sat on the bench waiting for the other two to finish.

"So I did the DNA off of the purse we found a block away from the crime scene," Catherine stated as she slipped a shirt over her head.

"Yeah? And?" Nick asked impatiently as he closed his locker.

"Matches the vic," Catherine stated as she slammed her locker.

"Damnit," Nick said with a southern drawl as he dropped a pill on the floor.

"Still have to take those Nicky?" Sara asked as she picked the pill up off of the floor for him.

"Yeah, and I have 3 more refills to go.

"Yeah but it's been what? 5 months now?" Catherine stated as she zipped up her vest.

"Yeah. It feels for like 5 days," Nick said as he sipped some water.

The conversation about Nick's incident stopped there.

"What about the treads I found by the dry cleaners?" Nick asked as he placed his pills in his backpack.

"They belong to all 2003 Toyota 4Runners," Catherine stated.

"Yeah, and get this," Sara started. "4Runners were the most popular car sole in 2003 and in January of 2004."

"So, how many cars are we looking at?" Grissom stated as he opened his locker.

Catherine, Sara, and Nick stood in the locker room in shock. None of them had ever seen Grissom in the locker room before.

"What?" Grissom asked as he attempted to remember the combination to his locker.

"We're looking at about 7000 4Runners in the state of Nevada," Catherine stated as she head for the door.

"That means at least 20000 in the Western United States. I mean, the guy could be in Texas by now," Sara said as she followed her.

"Grissom, I need to talk to you," Nick stated as he sat back down on the bench.

"Do they know?" Grissom asked as he gave up on his locker.

"About…" Nick asked.

"About Jordan?" Grissom asked as he was about to head out the door.

"No, they don't, but that's not what I wanted to talk to you about," Nick stated as he cut him off.

"Than what do you want to talk about?" Grissom asked as he threw a confused look at Nick.

"I've been having dreams," Nick stated as the comment almost brought him to tears.

"About?' Grissom asked as his face softened.

"Me, dying underground," Nick said as he found his way back to the bench.

"Do you think that's it's gonna affect the way you perform in the field?"

"No. I'm stronger than that. It's just that… this morning… when I woke up," Nick started before a tear fell from his face. "That I couldn't breath. I almost died."

Grissom sat there in silence not knowing what to say.

"I was in the coffin and I was pushing on the top. The air was running thin and I was beginning to get light headed. I opened my eyes, to get away from the dream. But when I did… I couldn't breath. I gripped at my chest and throat," Nick was being very affected by even re-hashing it.

"Do you think you're OK? Are you taking you meds?" Grissom asked as he became concerned.

"Yeah I'm OK and yes I'm taking my meds" Nick stated as he looked away from Grissom.

"You're taking you meds?" Grissom asked as he gave an accusatory stare at Nick.

"Yeah," Nick said as he swallowed.

"Then let me see them," Grissom said holding out an outstretched hand.

"I'm not a little kid," nick stated as he stood from the bench. "Either you trust me or you don't. Which is it?" Nick stated with wide hand gestures.

"I just don't know anymore Nick," Grissom stated as he lifted himself from the bench and walked outside.

Nick sat alone in the Locker room, alone and confused. Why was everyone treating him like a kid? He could take care of himself. And anyways, if Ecklie found out the Nick had switched his real meds with tic tacs, it would be an immediate suspension. So Nick decided to keep it between him and the little orange bottle that he gripped in his hands.

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-CSIFanatic08