Sorry everyone! I just realized that on my stories, Oleander and Not Even Close, that the line separating my comments from my stories was not being seen. Instead, you saw my comments jumbled in with the story making it confusing. That was a big MY BAD! I will make the line seen this time!
Anyways, I have decided to continue with this story. Thank you to everyone who reviewed and has got this story to almost 1000 hits. I do appreciate it and you are the things that keep me going!
Info on the story: Jordan is Warrick's 15 year old daughter who has had anything but an easy trip to where she is. She is an easy going girl. She is pretty much a mirror image of Warrick only in female form. She is about to start school at LVHS.
In the Lab: A series of rapes and murders has occurred in Las Vegas. The girls seemed to be drugged, reaped, and then tortured. But one thing that the girls have in common is that they all attended LVHS. Is there going to be a connection between Jordan and the rapist? It's inevitable people!
Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter! Thanks again!
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Jordan stood at the stove stirring the sauce and checking the noodles. Warrick sat on the couch observing from a far. He stared at her, still shocked. He flipped between the news and the football game on the TV. Jordan was in her own little world when she cooked, but was quickly snapped out of it when Warrick's screams at the TV became louder and louder with each outrageous call the referees made.
Warrick relaxed a little as a commercial came on the TV. He stared back at Jordan who had her back leaning against the cabinets staring at him. They looked at each other, examining each other, exploring each others souls with piercing eyes. One thing that Warrick was definitely gonna have a problem with, was Jordan's prettiness. She was a 15 year old, but held her body the way a 21 year old would. She was entirely too mature for her own good. He was gonna have to lay down some ground rules for boyfriends and such.
"So when did LVUSD say you had to be in school?" Warrick asked as he turned down the TV.
"Well, I've got 2 days until you get fined, so I'd think it would be in both of out best interests, if we registered soon," Jordan said as she turned back around to stir the sauce.
"OK. How about tomorrow?" Warrick asked as he looked back at the TV.
"Um, sure, but I thought you had to work tomorrow?" Jordan asked as she turned her head over her right shoulder.
"I do but I work nights," Warrick said as he turned up the TV a little so he could hear the announcers.
"Nights? Well, that's cool," Jordan said as she smiled. "It will be a lot easier to have keggers over here if you work nights. You know what I'm saying?" Jordan asked with a chuckle.
"Oh, yeah. A lot easier," Warrick said as his face became glued to the screen.
"Did you even hear a word I just said?" Jordan asked with her hand on her hip.
"What?" Warrick asked in a confused manner as if he became oblivious for a few seconds.
"Oh never mind," Jordan said as she put the top on the noodles.
"OK. So school. You. Tomorrow?" Warrick asked as he began setting the table.
"Um, sure why not," Jordan said as she wiped her hands.
"But if you're not ready, then we can wait," Warrick said as he sat the place mats on the table.
"No, I'm ready. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. And plus, I'm great at making friends," Jordan said as she grabbed the knives and tried to help her dad.
"OK. Only you know if you are ready," Warrick said as he sat the fork down, and proceeded to sit down in front of the TV. Since the last incident that happened a few minutes earlier, Jordan knew not to talk to him until a commercial came on. She began grabbing the bowls from the pantry and scooped noodles into each. She put gloves on and grabbed the garlic bread from the oven. She sat it on the stove and looked back to see if her dad had been knocked out of the trance yet. Of course, he wasn't so she waited patiently. The commercial finally popped up 4 minutes later and Warrick found Jordan sitting in her seat patiently waiting for him. He felt bad for making her wait for so long, and got up off of the couch. He washed his hands and the sat in his chair.
"How nice of you to join me," Jordan said as Warrick twirled the spaghetti on his fork but realized that it was missing sauce. He got up, grabbed her bowl, and poured sauce onto both bowls. They sat in the chairs aimlessly talking about pointless discussions. They talked about their likes and dislikes. They talked about their strengths and weaknesses and their happiest and saddest moments. Nothing was left unturned, except for a secret that would cloud Jordan's everyday state of mind. She had kept it from him this long so what's to say he needed to know. That was the old Jordan, and the new Jordan, the smarter, wiser, girl that she had become to be, wanted nothing to do with her old life. But what is done in darkness eventually comes to light.
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The team, minus Warrick of course, had been working a full 49 hours on the case before Ecklie told them to leave and get some sleep partially because they were completely drained, and partially because he couldn't keep paying them for overtime. They all walked in to the locker and grabbed their stuff and headed out of the door. It was now 8:00 pm and Catherine knew that Lindsay was missing her.
"Well, I'm going home to see my daughter. I'll see you guys tomorrow," Catherine said as she climbed into her car.
A series of byes could be heard from the remaining 4. Greg was the next to leave stating that he was too tired to stand. He said his byes and climbed into his car. Sara was next with her back slightly hunched. She looked the worst out of all of them mostly because this case hit close to home. She jumped into her SUV and sped off. Both Nick and Grissom walked over to their cars and threw their stuff in the back. The smooth sound of the compressed air escaping the spring as the hatch closed was all that could be heard throughout the parking lot. Nick walked over to Grissom's car, where Grissom stood expecting him to have another talk.
"I wasn't on them until this morning," Nick said as he picked at his zipped on his jacket. "I just thought that I could get better without those damn things," Nick said as he beat himself up.
"Hey, we all want to think that we can get through it without doctors. I mean look at me and my hearing. I'd be a hypocrite if I talked down to you about it. But if you're not gonna take the pills for yourself, take it for me. Take it for Sara, Greg, Warrick, Catherine. Do it for family back home. Do it for us Nicky. We need you here," Grissom said as he sat a hand on Nick's shoulder.
"Thanks Grissom," Nick said as he headed back to his car.
"By the way Nick?" Grissom asked as he walked back over to the hatch.
"Yeah?" Nick asked as he fingered his key loop.
"What school did Warrick say he was going to enroll Jordan in?" Grissom asked as leaned against the car.
It sunk into Nick's head why Grissom was asking.
"LVHS, I think," Nick said with a slight tilt to his head.
"Can you talk to him about it?" Grissom asked as he pushed himself off of his car.
"Yeah, no problem," Nick said as he jumped in his car, and drove to Warrick's. Thoughts ran through Nick's head. What if she did go to LVHS? Then she would be able to give us undercover info about the rapist. Nah, Warrick will never go for it.
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Warrick and Jordan stood over the sink. Jordan pre-rinsed as Warrick loaded them in the dishwasher. It was truly a moment Warrick had wished he caught on tape. But something was on Jordan's mind. She hadn't talked to her mother for 3 days and she missed the sound of her voice.
"Can I call my mom?" Jordan asked as she shut off the faucet.
"Oh yeah. You can use the phone whenever you need to," Warrick said as he dried his hands.
"Thanks," Jordan said as she grabbed the phone off of the hook.
"By the way," Warrick said before Jordan walked out of the room.
"Yeah," Jordan said as she leaned against the wall.
"What time do you usually go to bed?" Warrick asked feeling a little childish asking her.
"Whenever I fall asleep I guess," Jordan said as she shrugged her shoulders.
"Well, OK. But no later then 10, alright?" Warrick asked as he threw the dish towel on the counter.
"No problem. Good night," Jordan said as she walked up to her dad and hugged him tight.
"Good night," Warrick said as he kissed the top of her head.
Jordan walked off into her room and closed the door. She turned on her light, and checked the arcadia door next to her dresser. She locked it, closed the blinds and began changing her clothes. She sat in the bed which smelt like Nick because they hadn't picked out sheets for her bed. She placed a pillow against the head board and put her back against it. She picked up the phone and began dialing her old home phone number. She held the phone to her ear as the call went through. She starred at the mirror that was right across from the bed. Jordan began messing with the imperfections on her face. She phone had rung 7 times before Jordan heard her own voice come on the answering machine.
"Hi. You've reached the Simmermen's. We're not her right now but if you leave you name, number…" The machine ended as Jordan hung up the phone. She dialed the same number again waiting for her mom to pick up. Again, the machine was all that was heard on Jordan's end of the phone. This sequence went on for another 14 calls. She hung up in frustration and got out of her bed. She walked the phone back into the kitchen, where Warrick was asleep on the couch. She was surprised somewhat, but realized who it was. Jordan turned the TV off and began shaking Warrick to wake up.
"What?" Warrick asked as he attempted to focus on who was in front of him
"You fell asleep on the couch," Jordan said as she attempted to pull him off the couch. Warrick was not the lightest sleeper so it took her another 4 shakes to wake him up. When she finally got him walking and into his room, he was half awake. He plopped on the bed, forgetting he was wearing his jeans and button up shirt. He quickly fell asleep on top of the comforter. She smiled as he slept with his mouth wide open. She looked around his room, realizing that she had never actually been in his quarters before. She stared at the pictures of him and Nick at a bar. There was also a picture of Catherine, Sara, and Lindsay at the annual LVPD baseball game. Another picture was of Greg and Grissom, who obviously didn't feel like having his picture taken. It looked like it was taken at the lab. Then, Jordan eyed the picture that was next to that one. She looked at it and saw Jordan and her mother at a picnic, the picture Sandra had left him at the diner. Jordan walked over to it, about to take the picture out of his room, but felt that she had had enough pictures of her and her mom and decided to leave it on the dresser. She tip-toed out of the room and closed the door. She locked up the house, turned off the lights and went to bed. Jordan laid on her bed, not able to find the best position for sleep. The clock read 3:24am before slumber found her and took her away.
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Grissom sat on his bed staring at the ceiling, thinking about the case. He knew that there was something missing, he just couldn't put his finger on it yet.
Catherine walked out of the bathroom in her sleep clothes and found Lindsay asleep on the right side of the bed. "She must have snuck in," Catherine thought to herself. She laid on the left side of the bed and hugged Lindsay across the back.
"I love you baby," Catherine said out loud.
"I love you too," Lindsay said as she snuggled closer to her mom.
Sara sat on her couch, listening to mellow rock as she sipped a beer. She looked at the pictures of the girls, at their faces and their mutilated bodies. Sara wiped a tear from her eye as she attempted to regain her composure.
"I'll find out who did this," Sara said as she ran her finger over the girls face. "And when I do…"
She let the tears flow as she drank the remaining beer that lingered at the bottom of the bottle. She got off of the couch, about to grab another when the phone rang, causing her to drop the green tinted bottle to the floor. It shattered on impact and sent shards of glass flying. She took deep breaths, attempting to get her breathing under control.
She picked up the phone with shaky hands.
"Hello?" She said as she sat her hands against her face.
Greg had Marilyn Manson on full blast while he looked at the pictures. He received a few 4 letter words through the wall, but he didn't care. He needed release from this so called life. He spent all of his time at work. He had no life outside of the lab. He began feeling selfish, and went straight for his backpack. He opened it up, and pulled out pictures of the girls. He sighed as he sat on the couch, and sank into its comfortableness. He too realized that something was missing. He looked in his fridge and grabbed a beer and some left over pizza form the other night.
"Hello boys," Greg said as he brought them over to his table. He grabbed the pictures from off of the end table and began studying them until his eyes hurt. He slowly fell asleep as the sight of the girls, found their way into his dreams.
Nick had slept a good 15 minutes before a pain was felt across his chest. His heart was pumping at a rapid pace. He tried to get his breathing under control as he gripped his chest. He sat up in his bed and tried to find his way out of the room. He crawled into the living room where his cell phone was being charged. He grabbed it and pressed send. The phone rang and rang until a familiar voice was heard on the opposite end.
"Hello?" Sara said as she stood at the counter.
Sara was the last person to call Nick, making her name the first on the list.
"Sara…" Nick said as he held his chest.
"What is it Nick? Are you OK?" Sara said as she stood fully erect.
"My chest," Nick said as he leaned against the hallway wall.
"What about your chest, Nick? You need to talk to me here," Sara said as she began putting her shoes on.
"Come over here please," Nick said as the phone fell from his ear.
"Nick?" Sara asked as her eyes grew wide with fear. "Nick?"
When she received the dial tone, she put on her jacket, snapped the phone shut, and ran for the elevator.
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Well what do you think? Sorry, I keep having Nick hurt. I'm sorry I'm just a sicko like that! Lol. Anyways, Review if you can! I appreciate all of the support!
-CSIFanatic08