A.N.) So I now have one more review. I know I'll never get the same response that I got from my first CSI fic. I would've been very surprised if I had. I just thought I'd have done better than this. Doesn't mean I'm stopping. I tend to keep going with what I've got. So like it or not, Twister is still going until I'm done with it!

"Cow."

"Nother cow."

"Actually, I think that was the same one..."

Chapter 3

"You couldn't resist could you?"

"He gave me that look of his! You know I have a hard time saying no when he does that," Cristina replied as she finished rolling the last map.

"He doesn't know about me, does he?"

"No Frank, he doesn't. He will soon enough though," Cristina replied as they turned down an isolated road.

"He's in for a bit of a surprise," Frank said, giving a small laugh as they neared the station.

Frank knew why Andrew had asked Cristina to do this for him. Andrew had been in love with Cristina ever since the three of them had worked together as teenagers.

Frank just beat him to her.

"Andrew better be ready," Cristina said as they parked at the station, the rest of the team following suite.

"Knowing him, he won't be," Frank replied, opening the door for her.

"He better be, otherwise I'll kick his ass," Cristina said as they walked in.

Oddly enough, Andrew was already waiting.

"Well, this is a change. You actually here waiting for us. I never expected this from you Andrew," Cristina said as they walked up to him.

"Cris Harding. I haven't seen you in forever!" Andrew said, embracing her tightly and not noticing her companion.

"You haven't seen me in person in forever," Cristina replied, laughing.

Frank couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy flow through him, however small it was.

"So how's life going?" Andrew asked Cristina, still ignoring Frank as he let go of her.

"Very well actually," she replied as Frank walked up next to her.

Frank put an arm around Cristina's waist, pulling her close to his side. Andrew was noticing him now.

"Andrew, I believe you remember Frank from work, even if it has been quite a few years," Cristina said.

Andrew and Frank stared at each other, neither one blinking. One could only guess what the other was thinking.

"Yeah, I do remember him. How are you after all these years?" Andrew asked, offering his hand to Frank.

Frank grasped Andrew's hand firmly, seemingly a contest of strength occurring between them.

"Typical males," Cristina muttered to herself, rolling her eyes.

"I'm doing very well," Frank replied to Andrew, finally releasing his grip.

"So how long have you two been...?"

"Almost 7 years," Cristina said, knowing what Andrew was asking.

Andrew's heart sank and he suddenly felt sick. He'd seen them flirt constantly and make eyes at each other as teens, but never thought much of it. Andrew had know Cristina longer than she had known Frank, a difference of months to be exact. He wanted to know why she had picked Frank over him, but decided against it to avoid being accused of jealousy.

He was determined not to let it get to him, even though it really hurt. Andrew knew he was string than that and would prove himself.

"Not much for browsing were you guys?" Andrew joked with the two of them.

"Guess we're not. But when something works, why change?" Cristina replied, smiling.

"True that. So where's this team of yours?" Andrew asked, quickly changing the subject.

"Guess it would help for you to meet them," Cristina said, laughing. "They're right outside."

As they turned and made their way outside, Andrew walked behind Frank and Cristina. Andrew watched as they walked with their hands entwined, wishing he was in Frank's place.

He knew it would be a while before he could get over what he saw.

A.N.) I swear I'm trying not to take forever, but this new semester isn't exactly gonna be easy. Normally I'd get home and write (after doing homework), but now I have the musical after school until mid-April. Fun stuff. Don't worry. I'm still writing during classes (hehe). Just make sure you all still R & R!