A.N. - I have been through a lot lately and I hadn't the time to properly sit down and write something that accomplished me… So I used the little muse I had yesterday and focus it in this story. I know I have other stories but I felt this one needed to be update first. My other stories probably are going to take more than a week… but they will be updated.
Special Disclaimer: I only own my CSI: Board Game, a pair of panties, and… and I think that's about it… yeah it's. So you should probably know that I'm not 'John Lennon', 'Linkin Park', 'Alanis Morissette', or 'Sir Mix A Lot'… but I do own those ringtones and I do own the lyrics Greg sang at the beginning of this chapter. The song is called 'Powerless, Defenseless, Useless' by… BiDi…!
Story Title: Something More
Author: BeTrAyEd DaUgHtErS
Chapter IV: Defenseless, Powerless, Useless …
No Hard Feeling's Bar – Las Vegas
There was a nice crowd rooting for the new singer of the bar. He had drawn a lot of attention from the girl not only by his looks but by the feeling in his songs. He was afraid of write about anything especially a heart break.
He made his why to the stage sit on the chair that was in the middle of it. Make sure the microphone was in the right position and got hit guitar out of the case.
"One… two… one… two… do you all hear me…" he ask and got a lot of cat whistling and cheers from the girls. "Okay I take that as a yes… this song I write it because… I don't know why I write it, I just hope you like it…" he said and started to play.
…
"If your heart
Gives you a reason
To continue life's quest,
Don't take any chances
Just do what it takes…
…
'Cause… in a blink of an eye,
You never know
What could happen…
You never know
What could change…
…
That will make you feel… completely defenseless…
…
So follow your heart…
So follow its rhythm…
Follow the path,
You have been given…
Don't take any chances
Just do what it takes…
…
Or you will feel… completely powerless…
…
Climb up your fears…
Jump to the unknown…
Dive in the seas,
Of wisdom and love
Run to the feeling,
Your heart is beating for…
…
But if you don't… you'll feel…
Completely useless…
Useless…
After all…
…
Don't get on your knees
Only to pray for forgiveness…
Don't hold back the tears,
Feel free to release them…
So' don't take any chances
And do what it takes…
…
Or you will feel…
Defenseless...
Powerless…
Useless…
After all…
…
Swallow your pride
I want you to know…
That action like these
Won't make you less male…
Its actions like these,
What takes to become…
Become…
A real man…
…
So don't take any chances
And do what it takes…
…
Or you won't feel… anything at all…"
…
He finished singing and took a deep breath. His mouth was dried and he had no water that could help. The knot in his throat made it hard to even swallow. He just bowed and got of the stage forgetting those who wanted to hear him sing again. He got backstage where his boss was at, collected his money for the night and headed to the back door.
He made his way to his dark grey 70's Ford Mustang in the parking lot with his keys in hands and his guitar on his back. He opened his car and got in his guitar, then climbed the driver seat and started the engine. His cell phone rang somewhere in his car he didn't even know were it was. A couple of minutes later he found it under the passenger seat, he looked at the screen and saw 27 missing calls.
'Weren't they going to leave him alone?'
'Didn't they understand he wanted to be alone, not disturbed…' He as going to call them later, but now he didn't feel like talking to anyone.
He switch the gear from parking to drive and hit the gas as soon as he
A week later – The Lonely Motel – Las Vegas Nevada
'You may say that I'm a dreamer… but I'm not the only one…' That was the ex-boss-bug-man calling once more. Even though they drove him nut calling every two minutes, he liked it. It made him feel wanted again.
Greg lay across his motel bed staring at the ceiling deep in thoughts. He worked at a bar singing with his acoustic guitar, he made 250 bucks a night and he worked everyday so he was making 1,750 bucks a week.
It had been two weeks already and his cell phone had gone crazy ringing. Two weeks had passed by, since he left Sofia's Apartment… since he left The Crime Lab… since he left his friends and more important… his… his… lo… cell phone…
'Crawling in my skin, this wounds they will not heal…' That was the ring tone he had given Nick. By casualty, No… by the circumstances of life… Yes. Either way he wasn't going to answer it. He will ignore it like he had done for the past days.
Where was he again…? Oh yes, he had left the most important thing behind… his… cell phone…again.
'I'm a bitch, I'm a mother, I'm a child, I'm a lover… I am everything you need…' Oh yes, if you had any doubt who that was let me tell you, Catherine is the one calling. Is not that he didn't like her but he didn't feel like she was the right person to talk to, so he decided to decline her call.
He closed his eyes and just imagine…
Her eyes… He sure missed those green eyes of hers… Her so captivating eyes… and her…
'I… like big butts and I cannot lie…' he chuckle when Warrick's ring tone started to play. It had finished the sentence in his thoughts… but that's wasn't what he had in mind, he was thinking about her… stubbornness. She had a nice ass too but that was the least he had in mind. As much as he had like that quality in her… her stubbornness, not her ass… he hated it at this moment. Because of that stubbornness he had lost her… maybe if she had…
'Shut up…Shut up… Shut up… Shut up when I'm talking to you…' He chuckles once more when he heard his cell phone rang again… That was definitely Sara's… The first time he saw he could download it from the internet to his phone, he didn't think twice about doing it. It fit her just right. She had been the one that had called him the most, the last thing he could do is pick it up this time… Maybe she knew already what had happen, why he had left… maybe he didn't have to explain everything to her, she would understand him… right. 'Oh brother, this sucks…'
"…Umm… He… Hello…" he answered normally or tried to.
"Greg… is that you… Greg…" she said unsure if she had heard right.
"Yeah Sara is me…" he had no idea hearing her voice did to him, it made him feel safe… secure… even innocent… it gave him the peaceful and calmness he had been trying to get since he left.
"WHERE THE FUCK, ARE YOU AT!" she screamed into the phone.
Okay maybe he takes back what he had thought before, right now he wanted his momma… "He-he… Sara… I'm fine… take it easy"
"Easy… EASY! You have been unreachable for a week, gone to God knows where, leaving your friends worrying sick about you… leaving ME worried about you, and not to mention someone with a broken heart… and you know who I'm talking about… Who to your info, quit her work and returned to her previous one… risking her life again, making me believe SHE doesn't care if she dies or not…" She was saying but got cut off.
"What!" he ask, no it was more of a statement.
"Even worst Greg, last night there was a shooting in Downtown and she got hit…" Sara was unable to finish because Greg cut her off again.
"What!" he could not believe it, he was shaking. His whole world was crumbling down. It had all ready crumble but that didn't mean he wanted her to pay for it. He loved her to much to wish her any kind of pain.
"She got hit, Gr…" but he cut off once more.
"What?" He was repeating it over and over, he was in shock. And Sara had no doubt he was.
"Greg, aren't you listening to me!" she was worried now. 'Was he on drugs or something' Maybe she shouldn't have said anything.
"Oh God… is my fault… is always my fault… always… always…" his voice was barely a whisper. He could barely hear Sara who was rambling something when he hanged up.
Sara's apartment
"Greg listen, she is… hello…? Greg…? Hello…? He hanged up" she looked around the room she was at that was full of CSI's looking at her wanting and waiting an answered.
"So…" Nick asked. "What he said?"
"Nothing bedside 'What?' and how 'It always was his fault, always'… Guys I don't like this… No, let me say that again… I don't think this is worth getting slapped again!" Sara was trying to make her point, and she thinks the others got it because the started to laugh.
"Oh man that was a show… and we only saw the half time…" Warrick said in between breaths. She threw her cell phone at him and was about to add something, but the person that entered her apartment main door at that moment did it.
"And Warrick you say that because you haven't seen Sofia's face…" Brass said as he arrived with a pack of 'Corona's' in hand while he closed the door "She looks like she got hit by a mean truck called… Sara 'The Terrrrribllle' Sidle" he did his best interpretation of the man that announces the boxing fight in Las Vegas while flashing a toothy grin to Sara.
Grissom now was curious of how much physical the fight between Sara and Sofia had gone. He didn't want to get any unexpected charges against Sara. He wanted to be prepared for anything that could surface aftermath, so he needed to ask. "Sara how physical you get, I mean we know how much Sofia did…"
"Yeah, you only got a red cheek and a cut on your bottom lip…" Catherine remembered it to well. She looked at Grissom for permission to continue. "Nothing more from that… well at least nothing visible…"
"Nah… she didn't get anything else. She had no marks, no scratches, no bruises, no nothing… wait no. She only had a small bruised in the lower area of her hip. She got it when she was ruining to catch Sofia…but even her low jean cover it up… other than that she was clear" Nick said, not noticing the looks he got from the others.
Everyone watched him with their eyebrows raise and open mouths.
'Had he just said he had examined Sara?' Grissom thought.
'Nick had just admitted to them he has seen her naked' Warrick thought.
'There was no way she could had let him seen it, in the private area he said it was located, unless they shared some privileges between them' Catherine thought.
Catherine was the first to react and she throws a question right away. "And you know that because…?"
When Nick register Catherine's question is that he notices the mistake he had made, and looked at Sara for help. Who was just standing still, looking at him, like he had grown another head. 'So much for her support at that moment' but he didn't care if they knew. He didn't care.
"I play the doctor myself and did a physical exam on her…" he replied like it was a perfectly normal conversation. He didn't know which jaw hit the floor first if Catherine's or Sara's or everyone else.
"Don't go anywhere people… next on the 'Jim Brass Show'… Co-workers confess having a CSI, a Crazy… Scorching… Intercourse…" he said laughing at his imitation of the 'Jerry Springer Show'.
"You know what Jim, you seem to have an extremely good humor today… to much for my personal liking… so take care of it, before I do"
"Sara you know I'm just messing with Nicky boy here. Why miss this opportunity… is not like what he said is true… or is it…?" he looked at Sara, who didn't admit nor denied it.
Grissom clear his throat. "May I get my answer…" he wanted to change the subject the fastest he could.
"Aww Grissom, you're a party pooper… Sofia's nose job is not as interesting as this…" Brass said moving his hand motioning to what was happening now between Sara and Nick.
"Nose job… that bad" Cath ask Sara with an eyebrow raise.
"I only hit her once… nothing big…" Sara was explaining but Brass 'pfft' interrupter her. "…okay maybe I just hit her a bit harder, but I swear it was only once… she has more combat training than I do. I needed to make sure she didn't get up…" she finished.
"Sara you're a black belt in Judo, Tae Wan Do, you have the law enforcement training, and I heard rumors that you worked with the CIA…so let me ask you again. How hard you hit her?" Grissom asked.
"You're a black belt… damn girl I won't tease you no more…" said Warrick while raising his hands as a surrender signal in the process.
"Grissom I just hit her nose, probably break it… but she's alright physically I told you that already, but emotionally is what worries me…" Sara said to Grissom and added to Warrick. "…and Warrick if I was you, I'll probably do the same…" she was smiling while saying this but was cut off again, that seemed to be common today.
"Yeah, have you never heard your not suppose to mess with a pregnant woman…" Nick said like it was nothing, but he didn't want to hide it anymore he was in love and had a beautiful and smart woman by his side plus, he was going to be a father. What more can he asked for… 'SLAP'
The apartment was dead silence. Sara had just slap Nick in front of everyone. Nick stood there with a dumb expression on his face looking at the others while Sara stormed to her bedroom.
"I'll say she didn't like how I said the news… to much" Nick smile nervously embarrassed as he felt his cheek warm up. Not from the embarrassment but for the slap he had received.
"Nick is she's pregnant like you said, hormones are driving her… she's going to be in mood swings. Ups and downs…" Catherine said and made her way to Sara's bedroom, and knock softly, shortly after she was dragged in by Sara.
"Man…that must have hurt…" Warrick said trying to hide his grin, but fail miserably.
"You can say that again, Warrick" Brass laughed.
"Very funny guy" Said Nick while he moved his jaw, the piece of his body that had went numb.
"Nicky, I think you're sleeping on the couch today" even Gil Grissom was making fun of him.
"Thanks Grissom, now you too…" they didn't seem to be mad at him by the news, like Sara was. "Guys are you alright with this… I mean, with the whole Sara and me as a couple… I know we should have said something before but…" he was interrupted by Sara walking behind him with Catherine close by.
"But we weren't ready… neither of us was, plus we didn't want to jinx it…" Sara finished what Nick had started as moved to his side.
"Kind of late for that…" Warrick motioned to Sara's belly.
"Rick, I though I had warned you about not to mess with a pregnant woman… especially if she's carrying my kid" Nick warned while wrapping Sara possessively from behind and resting his hands on her belly.
"I may be pregnant but until a couple of more months, I can still kick your ass" Sara grinned like a fool and Nick kissed her left temple.
They stayed at Sara's apartment getting all the info they could dig up about Sara's and Nick relationship and hoping their plan to save their friends could work. A lie once a year… won't do any harm.
To Be Continue
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Adios,
BiDi