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Warrick stood there with his hands on his hips.

"Do we have a problem here?" Warrick asked as he looked over at Jordan who was clearly upset.

The elderly women stood like a deer in the headlights of an 18 wheeler. She looked up at Warrick with fear in her eyes.

"No. There's no problem. Please don't shoot me," The elderly women said as she pleaded with Warrick.

"Why would I shoot you?" Warrick asked as he shrugged his shoulders.

The elderly women stood their silently.

"Anyways, I'm a cop," Warrick said as he held out his badge. He grabbed Jordan by the arm and led her out of the store.

"You're just gonna let her do that? You're not gonna say anything?" Jordan asked as she argued with her.

"I could tell her how wrong she was until I was blue in the face. It's not gonna change anything Jordan. People like that don't change," Warrick said as he let go of Jordan's arm and walked in front of her.

"You're wrong. People can change," Jordan said as she tried to keep up with her dad.

"No, they don't Jordan. Either they're scum or they're not. It's as easy as that," Warrick said as he turned his head towards the store that was now a dot in the huge mall.

"Well, then I guess I'm scum," Jordan said as she walked past her dad.

Warrick wondered why she had said that. He followed her to the parking lot where she leant against the hot car door, waiting for him to unlock the door.

They sat in the car for a half an hour, not saying a word to the other.

"I started doing cocaine when I was 10," Jordan said as she looked out the window, breaking the silence, and her father's heart.

"You what?" Warrick asked mainly to himself more then to Jordan.

"Yep, on my 10th birthday, my mom's boyfriends let me do a line," Jordan said as she rubbed the imaginary powder form underneath her nose.

"Yeah, but that's not your fault. He made you," Warrick said as he sped up to beat a yellow light.

"No, he didn't. I begged him to let me do it. I saw how much fun him and my mom had when they were on it," Jordan said as she began picking at her fingernail.

Warrick had nothing else to say. He was in complete and total shock at the fact that Jordan had openly discussed this with him.

"That's why I think you're wrong," Jordan said as she looked at her father. "People can change."

Warrick looked at his daughter with a new kind of respect for her.

Nick, Sara, and Greg pulled up to the other black SUV parked behind the yellow tape. Nick turned off the car and was the last to get out. Greg and Sara had popped the hatch, and received their kits from the back. Sara closed the hatch before Nick had a chance to grab his kit. She looked back at him with anger in her eyes. He propped the hatch back up and received his kit as well. He closed the hatch and placed the keys in his pocket. He walked, not too far behind Sara and Greg.

"So, when Grissom called you, did he say anything specific to you about this case?" Nick asked trying to lighten up the already tense mood.

"No," Greg and Sara said in unison.

"OK. Don't take it out on me, because Grissom wouldn't let me tell you," Nick said as he flipped his cap to the backwards position.

"So you do every thing Grissom tells you to do? I thought that was my position," Greg said as he picked the up the yellow tape and let it slap back down in front of Nick's face.

Nick was now pissed. How dare Greg, a level 1, slap a piece of yellow tape in his face? Especially at a crime scene.

"Yeah, I dare you to do something like that when we're not on the clock. Then you'd be running like a little sissy girl, wouldn't you Greggo?" Nick said in a taunting tone.

"Oh, Nick knock it off. No one's afraid of you," Sara said as she popped a piece of gum in her mouth.

Nick stood there with his mouth wide open. Why the hell were they so pissed off?

"Hey Vega, what do ya got for us today?" Nick asked as he put his kit down.

"This is our third girl in the last 3 days. Have you guys gotten any closer to bringing these families to justice?" Vega asked as he wiped the sweat from his brow.

"No, this guy is the master of clean. No fingerprints, no semen, no hair, no nothin'" Greg said as he began walking along the dumpster.

"Well, they do all have this in common; alley ways, fast food joints and 15 year old girls," Nick stated as he began snapping photos.

"I just can't believe it," Sara said out loud as she slipped her sunglasses up over her head.

"Can't believe what?" Vega asked as he began taking notes.

"These girls were so young. Had their whole lives ahead of them," Sara said as she walked away and followed the trail, leaving the guys with a thought of how life was so unfair.

Warrick and Jordan drove up to the local supermarket to get teen friendly food. They walked into the store after parking the car. Warrick pushed the cart as Jordan walked the left. They started down aisle one, the dairy aisle.

"See anything you like?" Warrick asked as he stopped the cart.

"Yeah," Jordan said as she looked at Warrick.

"Then put it in the cart," Warrick said as he opened the door and grabbed the chocolate milk from the second shelf.

"Really?" Jordan asked as she held onto the cart.

"Yeah," Warrick said as he placed the chocolate milk in the cart.

Jordan walked over to the door, slowly opened it, but then walked back over to the cart.

"What are you doing?" Warrick asked with hands on the cart.

"I don't have to get anything today," Jordan said as she held onto the cart.

"Why not?" Warrick asked as he gave her a confused look.

"Because that chocolate milk is like," Jordan paused as she looked at the price. "$2.49," Jordan finished as she sat it back down in the cart.

"Yeah…and?" Warrick asked as he leaned against the cart.

"That's a lot of money to me," Jordan said as she looked at her father.

Warrick couldn't help but feel his stomach tie up in a knot at how fast Jordan had to grow up living in her mother's house.

"Well, let's try something new," Warrick said as he tried to lighten up the mood. "How about you get a 20 dollar shopping amount that you can us eon what ever you want."

"Oh, dad, you don't have to do that," Jordan said as she attempted to move that cart, but was hindered by Warrick's weight.

"I know I don't have to but I want to," Warrick said as he dug into his pocket for a twenty dollar bill.

"Here, that's your now," Warrick said as he placed a new crisp, clean, straight twenty dollar bill into her hands.

"Thanks dad," Jordan said as she gave him a one handed hug.

"No problem kiddo," Warrick said as pushed her down the aisle to go get what she wanted. But even with the twenty dollars still in her hand, she stayed close to her father, not wanting to take him out of her sight.

They continued walking throughout the store as Warrick picked up all of his necessary items; deodorant, toothpaste, milk, wheat and white bread, deli meat, soups, soap, water bottles, and energy bars. Jordan went straight to the noodles aisle and began picking up spaghetti noodles, spaghetti sauce, oregano, tomatoes, garlic bread and a 2 liter of Dr. Pepper.

"What's all this for?" Warrick asked as the met up at the checkout line.

"I have decided to cook for you tonight," Jordan stated as she placed the objects on the conveyor belt.

"Why didn't you get things that you wanted?" Warrick asked as he also placed his objects on the conveyor belt.

"This is the stuff that I wanted," Jordan said as she pushed the cart over to the end of the conveyor belt. "I wanted to make you dinner."

By the time the clerk had gotten half way through their stuff, a line had formed behind them. The line was filled with what looked to be nice, civil people, until an old crotchety man stared at the back of the line.

"Oh, come on now," the man said as he walked past the other people waiting in line. "That is clearly more than 15 items."

Warrick and Jordan looked at each other and then at the glowing sign above them that read "15 items or less".

"Actually, its 16 items," The clerk who was ringing up the items said as she began bagging them.

"Well, last time I checked, 16 was more then 15," The old man said as he pushed his glasses more onto his nose.

"Well, last time I checked, the Grinch was only a Dr. Seuss story, but hey, we can all be wrong sometimes now can't we?" Jordan said as she looked back at the man. The line erupted with hoops and hollers at Jordan's quick come back. The man slowly found his way back to the end of the line.

Jordan looked back at her dad, who had a disappointed look on his face. She looked at him with confusion. "Shouldn't he be proud of me?" Jordan thought as she looked at his face.

"Your total is $57.69 and you saved $9.50. Would you like to sign up for a membership?" The clerk asked as the receipt printed out.

"No thank you," Warrick said as he handed her three twenty dollar bills and grabbed the receipt from her hand.

"Have a great day," the clerk said in her 'I wish I didn't have to work here' voice.

"Yeah, you too," Warrick said as he walked through the automatic doors with Jordan not too far behind.

The walk to the car was uneventful except for the alarmingly fast pace Warrick decided to take to get to the car. He unlocked the car, placed the bags in the bag, and hopped in.

"Is there a problem?" Jordan asked as she put her seatbelt on.

"Yes," Warrick said looking at her as he put his seatbelt on. "Do you always act like that in public?" Warrick asked as he started the car.

"What do you mean?" Jordan asked as she fixed the air vents to face her.

"Rude? I mean, that old man could be dying. He could be having a bad day. Or he could just be a Grade A asshole. Either way, I don't want you acting like that in public. You need to figure out which battles are worth fighting for. So, weather I'm with you or not, I don't want you acting like that again. Am I understood?" Warrick said as he made a left turn onto their street. There was nothing Jordan could say. She simply nodded her head and looked out the window ashamed. She knew that he was right.

Warrick pulled into the driveway and they both got out of the car. They each grabbed two bags each and walked to the door. Warrick threw his free arm over Jordan's shoulder as she unlocked the front door…with her own copy of the key.

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