Jordan is a character created by me. Not for use of anyone else. I do not own any of the original CSI characters (I wish). Oh well! Read and Review please!
Warrick's mental clock was all screwed up. He was not used to sleeping at 10:00pm at night. He had slept pretty soundly as dreams went through his head about him and Jordan doing father/daughter things. He loved the fact that something as great as Jordan was half him.
He was woken up by a clattering sound coming from the kitchen. Instinctively, he grabbed his gun from the side dresser, ready to shoot. As he slowly opened his door, he realized that he now had an energetic teenager hanging around his dwelling. He placed the gun back in its proper place and continued to open the door. What he saw brought a smile to his face. Jordan was in the kitchen dancing to the radio in the living room. She was multitasking, something Warrick knew she must be good at. She was scrambling eggs, cooking bacon, buttering toast and listening to the weather report while dancing to music. She held the phone tightly between her ear and her shoulder.
Warrick walked into the hallway, and then second guessed his attire. He was wearing his boxers and no shirt. He did a 180 and retuned back to his room. He slipped a Rangers shirt on and put his sweats on over his boxers. He walked back out into the hallway and found Jordan picking up another task. She was flipping through the yellow pages for the Las Vegas Unified School District's phone number. She dialed the number, walked over to the stove and poked at the eggs in the frying pan. She went over to the radio and turned it down, wanting to sound as professional as possible.
"Hi, I was just wondering, if I was transferring from one school to another, in two different school districts, is there a time limit for when I have to get the paper work signed by a parent or guardian?" Jordan asked as she played with the hole in her pajama bottoms.
"Oh, really. That soon, huh? Well, OK. Thank you. Have a great day," Jordan said as she hung up the phone and turned the radio back on. As she was walking back into the kitchen, a man in the hallway caught her attention. She jumped as the man walked towards her. Her heart went back to its normal pace when she realized who it was.
She sighed as she looked up at him. "You scared me," She said as she placed a hand to her chest.
"Sorry," Warrick said with a smile.
"I'm not used to 6 foot 2 African American men walking through my house at 8 o' clock in the morning," Jordan said as she inched back over to the stove.
Warrick was happy to see her walking around the house and using the appliances as if it was her house. He was even more happy to see her use the term "my house" when she spoke.
"Something smells good up in here," Warrick said as he stretched, yawned, and grabbed a piece of bacon off of the plate. "Mmmmm," Warrick said as he placed the remaining piece of meat into his mouth.
"Did you wash you hands?" Jordan asked, not looking up from the frying pan as she scrambled the eggs.
"Uh, no," Warrick said as he walked back over to the sink to wash his hands.
Warrick chuckled as he lathered his hands under the Luke warm water.
"What's so funny?" Jordan asked as she grabbed a piece of toast and began buttering it.
"You sound so much like..." Warrick started as he began to rinse the soap from his hands.
"Like who?" Jordan asked as she spun around to face Warrick.
"Like Grissom," Warrick said with a smile.
"Oh," Jordan said with a smile on her face. "I'll take that as a compliment."
"Only take it as a compliment every once in a while," Warrick said as he ripped a paper towel to dry his hands.
Jordan smiled as she shuffled the eggs from their resting place in the pan, into two glass bowls. She then picked up matching plates and placed the bacon and toast on them. It was amazing how she seemed to know where everything was. She went straight for the silverware drawer and picked up two forks. She put the two place mats on the table. Warrick sat behind one while Jordan claimed the other one across from Warrick.
"Oh I almost forgot," Jordan said as she grabbed a cup and poured black coffee into it. She placed in front of Warrick and sat back down.
"How did you know I like my coffee black?" Warrick asked as he grabbed a fork and stabbed a piece of egg.
"You have no creamer in this place and your sugar was running low. So I just assumed," Jordan said as she took a bite of toast.
"So who were you on the phone with?" Warrick asked as he took a sip of coffee.
"LVUSD," Jordan said as she grabbed a napkin from its holder.
"You're ready to go back to school that fast?" Warrick asked with a sad look on his face.
"Oh God," Jordan said as she took a sip of orange juice.
"What?" Warrick asked with a quizzical look on his face.
"The look," Jordan said as she shook her head and took a bite of bacon.
"What look?" Warrick asked as he played dumb.
"I see the look ever time a kid at the Boys and Girls Club doesn't get what they want," Jordan said as she wiped her mouth.
"I don't know what you talking about," Warrick said as he got out of his seat and switched the radio station.
"Hey I was listening to that!" Jordan protested.
"I don't want any of that rap crap playing in this house," Warrick said as he turned um so smooth jazz.
"Why not?" Jordan asked as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"Because that music supports drive-bys, underage drinking, beating you girlfriends, and using crystal meth as currency, and I don't want you subjected to it," Warrick said as he sat back down in his seat, across from his daughter.
She silently protested under her breath.
"So, what's on the itinerary for today?" Jordan asked as she took another bite of her bacon.
"I was thinking maybe we could go to the mall and get you some sheets or some posters. You know, something that will make it seem like someone is actually living in that room," Warrick said as he got up from his seat and walked to the front door.
Jordan followed him with her eyes, but stopped when he was out of sight. She finished the piece of bacon off and started on her toast again, picking at the crust. He walked back in with a newspaper under his arm. He sat down at the table and began pulling out the sections that appealed to him, and of course, the sports section was first.
"Well, I think that would be really cool. You know, going to the mall and everything. You don't have to do that," Jordan said as she ate more of her eggs.
"Sure, I do. I'm your dad and I think you should have a room that you can call your own," Warrick said as he lowered the paper and talked to Jordan directly.
"Thank you," Jordan said as a tear streamed down her face.
"What's wrong?" Warrick asked as he put the paper down and put his elbows on the table.
"It's just that," she paused as she tried to get it together. "It's just that, I wished for you my entire life. I mean, I prayed to god every night. Every time I blew out my candles on my birthday, the wish would be for you. You're everything I imagined you'd be."
Warrick sat across from her at the table, as a tear formed in his eye. "You know," He started before wiping the tear out of his eye. "I was just thinking yesterday, how perfect you were. How you were everything I imagined you'd be."
They sat there at the table, looking at each other as they thought about what to do next.
The team sat at the table as they waited for Grissom's directions. Nick sat at the table as he fingered with the thought of telling the team about Warrick's daughter. As he finally built up the guts to do so, Grissom walked into the break room, cases in hand.
"Hello everyone. Sorry I'm late," Grissom said as he poured himself a cup of coffee.
"What do you have for us today chief? Greg asked with his feet on the table.
"Well," Grissom said walking by Greg and pushing his feet to the floor.
"We have another rape and murder, 2 blocks east of the second drop. We're gonna need everyone on this case. I want this guy caught. No screw ups," Grissom said as he handed a copy to everyone. Grissom walked out of the room. Nick jumped up behind him causing Sara to spill her coffee on her white shirt.
"Are you kidding me?" Sara asked as she sat her cup on the table and ran to the sink, scrubbing frantically at the brown color seeping though the seems of her shirt.
"Sorry Sara," Nick said as he continued walking. "I'll by you another one."
"Can I help you with that Sara?" Greg asked as he stood up.
"No," Sara said as she twisted her head to look in Greg's direction.
It was as if Grissom was purposely speed walking to get away from Nick. But Nick, being much younger and more agile, made it back to Grissom.
"When are we gonna tell them?" Nick asked as he read over his case.
"Soon," Grissom said as he made a sharp right into the lab.
"Why not now? Don't you think they have a right to know?" Nick asked as he leaned against the counter.
"We don't even know if they are really father and daughter yet," Grissom said as he waited for the lab tech to print out the results.
The comment made Nick angry for some reason. But as he thought about it, it did make sense.
"Well, what's that?" Nick asked as he attempted to read over Grissom's shoulder.
"I grabbed a strand off of Jordan's jacket at the Diner," Grissom said as he put his glasses on.
"And?" Nick asked as he gave up trying to read over his shoulder.
"7 alleles in common," Grissom said as he gave the paper to Nick.
"So, their father and daughter. Can we tell them now?" Nick asked as he followed Grissom out of the alb.
"Why are you in such a hurry to tell them that Warrick has a daughter?" Grissom asked as he turned around to face Nick.
"It's just that it feels like we are keeping a secret from them," Nick said as he straightened out his shirt.
"What are you in like the 5th grade? Who cares if we keep something from them," Grissom said as he looked at Nick.
"Keep what from whom?" Catherine asked as she looked at Nick. She knew that he couldn't lie.
"Keep the fact that we were gonna have a guys night out tomorrow," Grissom stated as he kicked him self for making up such a stupid lie.
She smiled, and then looked at Nick. "What's going on Nick? And I want the truth this time," Catherine said with her hands on her hips.
"Warrick," Nick started before Grissom turned around to give him a death stare. "Has a daughter."
"Who has a daughter?" Catherine asked not fully comprehending the situation.
"I do," Warrick stated as he walked up behind Catherine. No far behind Warrick was Jordan wearing typical teenager clothes.
Catherine turned around to see the two of them staring at her, their green eyes showing the same expression; joy.
"She's yours?" Catherine asked with a smile on her face. "But how?"
"15 years ago yesterday," Warrick said as he put his left arm around his daughter. "Where's Sara? I want to introduce her to Sara and Greg the same time I introduce her to you."
"They're in the break room," Catherine said as she pushed past Grissom and Nick.
"She seems nice," Jordan said as she looked up at her dad.
"Sometimes," Grissom and Nick said in unison.
"Sara, Greg, get in her now!" Catherine said as she sat down on the break room couch. Jordan, Warrick, Grissom, and Nick all flinched at the harsh tone.
"See what we're saying?" Nick said as he poured himself a cup of coffee.
"What?" Greg said as he walked over and planted his butt on the chair next to the coffee pot, causing Nick to spill coffee on his light blue flannel shirt.
"Oh come on Greggo," Nick yelled as he turned towards Greg.
"My bad," Greg said as he got up and handed Nick a dish towel. "I'll buy you another one." Greg said as he mocked Nick. He received a smile form Sara who was still wearing the brownish white shirt. Nick turned around to see a smug smile on Sara's face.
Warrick coughed attempting to get everyone's attention. Sara and Greg finally realized that Warrick had a young girl under his arm.
"Who's she?" Sara asked as she took another sip of her coffee.
"That's what he's getting to," Catherine stated with an annoyed tone.
"Well, guys," Warrick started before looking down at Jordan and smiling. "This is my daughter. Jordan Oleander Brown Simmermen."
"No way," Greg said as he got up from his seat.
"Mmhmm," Nick said as he sipped his coffee.
"Hi, guys. I'm Jordan. It's nice to meet all of you guys," Jordan stated with a wave.
"I could get used to her," Catherine said as she got up from the couch and hugged Jordan. "It's nice to meet you too. I'm Catherine."
"I'm Greg. The coolest guy you'll ever meet," Greg stated as he gave her a hand shake.
"For some reason I seriously doubt that," Jordan said with a smile.
"Oh, and witty," Sara said with a smile. "I'm Sara. You look exactly like your father," Sara said while giving her a hand shake. The comment caused Jordan to look up at her father and smile.
"You remember Grissom and Nick don't you?" Warrick said as he looked at the two men.
"Yeah the smart guy and the…." She paused not knowing ho to describe Nick. "And the nice guy."
"Thanks," Nick said as he scrubbed his shirt.
"Wait, how did they already know her?" Greg asked with a confused look.
"Jordan and I ran into them at the Diner last night," Warrick said, not knowing why Grissom and Nick didn't tell them about her.
"Well, why didn't you guys tell us?" Catherine asked as she looked at Grissom and Nick.
"Yeah Grissom," Nick said as he took a seat at the table next to Greg. "Why didn't we tell them about Jordan?" Nick asked with a smile.
"I just wanted to do a few tests," Grissom stated. Nick was shocked at the fact that Grissom actually came out and said it. His shock caused him to choke on his coffee. But she wasn't the only one shocked. Warrick and Jordan stood in the doorway, in shock that Grissom would actually do tests. Didn't he see it? They were identical.
"Wow," Jordan said as with a smile. She could tell that Grissom was in a tight spot and attempted to break him free. "So this is you job?" Jordan asked as she looked out the break room windows. The stares went from Grissom to Jordan. "Do you like your job, dad?"
He was still shocked at the fact that she called him dad. "Yes. I like it a lot. Putting the bad guys in jail; it's what I live for."
"Seems like fun," Jordan said as she stared at the people in the room.
"What are you guys working on right now?" Jordan asked innocently.
"Well, we're investigating the…" Greg started before her was cut of by Nick, Grissom, Sara, and Catherine.
"Greg, NO," Grissom said as he gave him death stare.
"Yeah are you crazy?" Nick said as he looked at Greg with a crazed look.
"Do you want to get fired?" Catherine asked from the couch.
"Sorry Jordan. We're not allowed to talk about it," Sara said as she looked at Greg with a stare that said 'Are you an idiot?'
"Oh, it's no problem," Jordan said as she put her hands up in the air.
"Well, I just wanted to bring her down here to meet you guys and to ask Nick something," Warrick stated as he gripped Jordan's shoulders.
"Yeah, what's up?" Nick asked.
"Number 1, I have all of you stuff over at my house. Number 2, we're moving a bed into her room, and putting up some curtains tomorrow. I was wondering if you could come over and help," Warrick asked as he shrugged his shoulders.
"Yeah no problem. I just don't know how much free time I'll have with this new case and everything," Nick said as he got up from his seat. "But, I'll call you later with all my work info man," Nick said as he and Warrick did their hand shake. Jordan rolled her eyes, causing Catherine, Greg, Sara, and Grissom to all smirk.
"All right, thanks man. See you guys later," Warrick said as he steered Jordan out of the break room.
"So where are we going now?" Jordan asked as they made their way to the parking lot.
"Now, it's time for the mall," Warrick said with a less then thrilled look on his face. He hated to shop especially for girly items.
As soon as Jordan and Warrick left, the attention was turned back towards Grissom.
"Why wouldn't you tell us man?" Greg asked as he finished off his coffee.
"I just wanted to make sure," Grissom said as he rinsed out his cup.
"To make sure of what?" Catherine asked as she stood up and walked over towards Grissom.
"That she was really his," Grissom said as walked past Catherine.
"Why?" Sara asked as she sipped her coffee.
"Just for my own personal comfort. What's with all the questions?" Grissom asked as he walked over to the storage closet, and brought more cups over to the rack.
None of them answered. They just stood there, wondering why Grissom would keep such a thing from them.
Jordan and Warrick walked through the mall looking for a store that sold comforters and such. They finally found the perfect place. The place was called Mi casa es Su casa. I sold comforter, pillow cases, rugs, curtains, you name it.
Jordan walked in and her jaw dropped. She spotted the perfect comforter.
"Can I have this one?" Jordan asked as she pointed to it. It was pink and white stripped with baby blue polka dots randomly printed on it.
"Do you want that one?" Warrick asked with his hands in his pocket.
"Yeah. Really, really bad." Jordan stated as she begged like a child.
"Then you can have it," Warrick said.
"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you," Jordan said as she hugged her dad.
"No problem," Warrick said as he hugged her back. "Do you see anything else you like?" Warrick stated as he looked across the store.
"I can have more?" Jordan asked as her eyes lit up.
"Yeah, wouldn't you able to have more?" Warrick asked as he shrugged his shoulders.
"I never got anything from my mom. She called me her mistake. Why do think I did so many things at school?" Jordan asked as she walked between the aisles looking for anything else that tickled her fancy.
Warrick sat there looking at his daughter, running away from her problems. He couldn't blame her. He did the same thing at her age. He was just hoping that she wouldn't turn into him.
She walked between the aisles, wiping her eyes as she looked at all the rugs in aisle 3. She began looking at all the rugs on the rack, remembering the catalog numbers as she flipped through them. She looked down the aisle and saw and elderly women staring at her. The more she focused on the women, the more she realized that she worked there. As Jordan finished the rugs, she moved into the light fixture aisle. She began looking at all of the lamps that matched her comforter. She once again attempted to remember the catalog numbers. But as she tried to remember the number for the pink lamp she spotted, she felt the eyes on her again.
Warrick was in the other aisles looking at the different types of beds they had. He quickly glanced over them and then moved into the pillow aisle. A bright pink pillow stuck out, and Warrick knew that Jordan would love it. He began glancing down the aisles looking for her.
Jordan looked at the women and then moved onto the next row which had bean bag chairs and part of the curtain aisle connected. She began sitting in the bean bag chairs, seeing which one felt the most comfortable. Jordan one again heard the annoying tap tap tap of the women shoes. She looked up to find the women staring at her between the rows. Jordan got up from the bean bag chairs and stood in front of the women.
"Do you have a problem with me?" Jordan asked in the nicest possible way.
"I'm sorry what?" The older women asked as she attempted to play dumb.
Warrick hear Jordan's voice and attempted to locate it.
"You hear me just fine ma'am. Do you have a problem with me?" Jordan asked. "Do you think I'm gonna steal or something?"
"Yes. I do," the women said with her hands on her hips. "I've had too many bad encounters with your type of people in this store. You steal, trash the aisles with your garbage, and return already used items. Well, let me tell you something, if you can't afford anything in this store, leave now," The women said as she turned to walk away. Her path was blocked by Warrick Brown. And boy was he pissed.
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