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Welcome to the Family
Chapter 2
Regina woke with a moan to the sound of her sister's cell phone. Tiredly, she rubbed her eyes, glancing at her dainty silver wristwatch to read the time-10:30PM- and reached for the annoying thing with a yawn, hearing her sister in the shower.
The two women had spent another 2 hours just talking after the initial two, when Regina had insisted upon Sara heading to bed. The older woman had only agree if Reggie would crash on her couch-it seemed finally finding the sister you'd been searching for for ten years was quite exhausting.
"Hello?" Regina asked groggily using her free hand to stifle another yawn.
"Er-Sara?" asked a semi-confused youngish male voice.
"No, I'm Reggie. Sar's in the shower. Can I take a message?" she returned absently, sleepy eyes searching for a pen and paper.
"Er-um-can you just tell her to call Greg when she's done?"
"Sure Greg. Buh bye." Reggie answered, flipping the phone shut and dropping it back onto the coffee table, snuggling deeper into the couch.
"Hey, Reg? Who were you just talking to?" Sara asked, stepping into the hallway while toweling her hair.
"Greg." Reggie mumbled, pulling the light comforter over her head in an attempt to tell her sister to go away. She didn't listen.
"Greg? As in Greg Sanders?" Sara asked incredulously, "How the hell do you know Greg? And where is he?"
"Yes. I don't know if it was Greg Sanders, I don't know him, and I don't know where he is." Regina answered irritably, lowering the blanket to glare at her older sister, "What I do know is that I didn't get a lot of sleep with all that talking and I'm tired!"
Sara giggled at her younger sister's reaction before her forehead wrinkled in confusion, asking, "How were you talking to Greg?"
"He called your cell phone and the only way to make it stop was answering it, and since you were in the stupid shower, I answered it." Regina replied, replacing the comforter over her head before adding, "You're supposed to call him back. Now go away crazy lady, it's too soon to be awake!"
"Sleep when you're dead!" Sara answered, pulling off Reggie's comforter while she grabbed her cell phone off the coffee table.
"Sara!" Reggie whined, curling into a fetal position to try and regain the warmth the blanket had provided her boxer-set clad body against Sara's air-conditioned apartment.
Sara ignored her, however, dialing Greg's cell phone. On ring later, Greg's voice replied, "Sanders!"
"Hey 'Sanders', what's up?" Sara teased gently, dancing back from her sister's reaching arms.
"Sara! Hey!" came Greg's enthusiastic answer. He paused, then asked curiously, "Who the hell is 'Reggie'?"
"My lover," Sara joked, causing her sister's rumpled head to pop curiously over the armrest to stare at her.
Greg laughed before sobering abruptly. In the background, Sara could hear Grissom scolding him for…something.
"Sorry boss." Greg said sheepishly, before turning his attention back to Sara, saying nervously, "Er-Sara, I know it's your night off, but about 10 minutes ago we got a quadruple homicide. It's all shift."
"No! Gr-eg!" Sara whined, dropping into her armchair dejectedly.
"Whassamatter Sar?" Reggie asked in concern as she yawned
"Sorry, Sar. Grissom's orders." Greg said wearily.
Sara sighed, pouting slightly but obediently answered, "I'll be there soon."
"Later, Sar."
"Bye Greg," she sighed, turning off her phone and glaring at angrily at it.
"Sara, what's wrong?" Reggie demanded in her concern, "Where are you going?"
Sara sighed, "I've got to go into work-even if I don't want to."
"Blech! Work!" Reggie protested, adding, "This isn't fair! We were supposed to spend today bonding and stuff-you know, being sisters!"
"I know!" Sara whined before saying resignedly and pulling herself into a standing position, "Now what are you going to do today?"
Reggie shrugged, leaning over the couch armrest to snatch back the blanket and wrapped it around herself again as she sat up on the couch, "I dunno-probably look for a place. And I'm going to need a store too. And I don't want an apartment-all those people with access to the building gives me the creeps."
"So you're going to but a house to live in by yourself?" Sara asked with an upraised eyebrow, grabbing her shoes and sitting on the floor to lace them up.
"It'll be little one-maybe." Reggie shrugged, "Either way, it won't be an apartment. I just don't like them-er, no offense meant."
"None taken," Sara assured her, stopping as a sudden thought occurred to her, "Reggie, do you even have a car?"
"Er-no," she admitted sheepishly, "I hadn't thought about that."
"Then hurry and get dressed and you can drive me to work and use my car. I'll catch a ride with one of the boys if I need one." Sara said with a smile.
"Thanks Sar!" Reggie exclaimed excitedly, quickly grabbing some clothes from her duffel and skipping down the hall into the bathroom.
She emerged no more than 5 minutes later. She was wearing short, vibrant orange shorts depicting yellow, white and blue flowers and a white tank top with "PARTY GIRL!" in neon pink. She had a light layer of make-up, mascara, black eyeliner and orange eye shadow on one lid and pink on the other. Her hair was pulled back in a sloppy bun and she wore two different socks-a green one and a purple one.
"Er-Reg? You've got two different socks on." Sara pointed out, blinking slightly at the vibrant colours her sister wore as Reggie stuffed her feet into her worn blue sneakers.
"I know," Reggie grinned, pulling a white purse out of her duffel and opening the apartment door calling back, "You coming or what?"
Sara shook her head as she followed her sister-she was surely in for one hell of a ride.
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"Thanks again Sar. What time do you want me to pick you up?" Reggie asked as Sara opened the door to the truck in the CSI parking lot.
"Dunno-I'll call your cell-I programmed your number into my cell last night. And try not to get lost-please!" Sara asked, the pair having already gotten lost once on the way despite Sara's directions.
"Hey, no promises!" Reggie laughingly replied as Sara unloaded her kit from the trunk, "Buh-bye Sara!"
"Bye Reg! Have fun!" Sara waved back, shaking her head as she watched her sister drive away, singing along to he punk music CD she'd inserted almost as soon as Sara was out of the car.
"So that was Reggie?" Greg asked from behind her, making her jump slightly in surprise, "She's hot."
"Yes, that was her. And, no, you stay away from her or you'll regret it." Sara warned, shaking a finger at him as she turned.
"Aw, Sara, don't you trust me?" Greg pouted, widening his blue eyes innocently as he took the heavy kit from her hands and led her into the building with a brotherly hand on her back.
"No," Sara returned teasingly before sighing, running her hand through her shoulder-length hair as she said softly, "Reggie's my sister."
Greg promptly dropped the kit, gaping at Sara. And then, a hurt look crossed his face as he said, "You never told me you have a sister."
"I never knew I had a sister," Sara protested in her defense.
"Huh?"
"Eloquent Greg," Sara teased before sighing, "Can we wait until everyone's together so I don't have to tell the story a half dozen times?"
Greg graciously conceded, picking the bag back up as the two walked into the briefing room. Catherine, Warrick and Nick were already inside, talking amiably while they waited for everyone else, but promptly shut up when Greg told them Sara had something to say to them.
"This isn't everyone, Greg," Sara pointed out with a glare, trying to put off the whole story for just a little while.
"It's everyone that matters," Greg answered, dropping her kit on the floor beside the table and dropping himself into a chair.
Sara sighed resignedly, seating herself as she began to speak, "Wh-when I was 7, my mom stabbed my father-it's why I was put into foster care. I've always thought she did it because she didn't want to put up with his abuse anymore-but then I met my sister.
"Her name is Regina. She's seven years younger than I am. My mom was pregnant with her and when my dad found out, he was going to beat my mom until she miscarried-so she stabbed him before he could.
"Reggie's been looking for our family since she was 18. She found my mom first-who told Reggie the story and then told her she didn't want anything to do with Reggie ever again. Then she met our older brother Troy-who's a 'recovering' drug addict and who also told her he didn't want anything to do with her.
"She showed up at my place yesterday. We talked for like four hours before we just couldn't anymore. She crashed on my couch and borrowed my car to go house hunting today." Sara explained.
The room fell into silence. Sara bit nervously at her bottom lip, absentmindedly-tracing circles on the table with the fingertip of a pointer finger. Nick, Warrick, Catherine, Greg and Grissom-who'd entered after about the first sentence, but Sara hadn't even faltered since he already knew most of it- were all staring at her with various expressions on their faces. Soon after Nick had been buried in the coffin-almost 6 months ago- Ecklie had reinstated the nightshift, much to their delight.
Finally, 'though, Greg broke the silence. Grinning goofily at her, he asked, "So…can I get her number?"
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"Hey, Nick, you seen my cell phone?" Sara asked tiredly, frowning around the break room with her hands on her hips.
It had been eight hours since she'd started. It had taken them about four of said hours to get all the evidence from the house where the four teenage girls had been shot. It had take them a dozen useless leads, evidence that led nowhere and they still couldn't find out who found it necessary to kill four seventeen-year-old girls.
"Nope, why?" Nick replied, looking up from the table where he was looking through evidence photos.
Sara frowned softly, "I thought I had it on me."
"Maybe you left it in your locker," Nick suggested, absently reaching for his empty coffee cup for the third time.
"Maybe," Sara agreed, plucking the cup from his hand and refilling it, "Here. Now stop looking at those photos and rest your eyes."
"Thanks," Nick grinned, taking a large gulp before standing and stretching his arms above his head.
Sara smiled back before her eyes were drawn down to the flesh revealed by his shirt being lifted as he stretched. Unconsciously, she licked her lips. Nick caught the movement and his own eyes traveled to her lips as his arms dropped to his sides.
Slowly, Sara lifted her eyes, hungrily tracing Nick's sculpted chest and broad shoulders before her eyes reached his. The desire she saw there caused her to catch her breath, the sound raising Nick's eyes to hers to see his own desire mirrored there.
The two gazed into each other's eyes, the air between them positively electric. Nick suddenly groaned, taking 3, quick, long strides to reach Sara, wrapping his arms around her and crushing her into his chest. Sara moaned, slipping her arms around Nick's neck as his lips crashed down on hers. It was a passionate kiss, filled with the longing and the suppressed feelings they'd held each other for years-Nick since the day he'd met her and Sara for…for more than a year.
Nick's tongue darted out, pleading an entrance that was quickly granted. Sara moaned deep in her throat as Nick's tongue explored her mouth, pressing herself more firmly against him as she tangled her fingers in his newly grown hair. Nick's hands traveled, going over her shoulders and below her but and back again before settling on her lower back, pushing her against him.
Finally, they had to break for air, and they leaned their foreheads together. A slight blush spread across Sara's cheeks and she shyly dropped her eyes while hey tried to regain their normal breathing.
"God, Sara," Nick whispered huskily, "No fantasy could ever match that."
Sara's eyes flew up, meeting his as she asked quietly, "Fantasy?"
"Yes. I've been imagining kissing you since pretty much the day I met you Sara." Nick confided, looking down nervously.
"Really?"
"Yea." Nick blushed, eyes still averted as he began nervously toying with the hem of the back of her shirt.
"Oh, Nicky!" Sara grinned, her tone causing Nick's eyes to lift again to hers, his own lips pulling into a grin at the warmth in her eyes.
"So, Sara," he grinned, absently tracing circles on the skin of her back underneath her T-shirt, "What do you say that once we close this case you catch a bite to eat with me?"
"We-ll" Sara dragged out, her eyes dancing with laughter, "I don't know, I think I'll have to check my schedule."
Nick growled, dropping his head to nip at her neck, trailing kisses up from the base of her neck. Sara giggled before drawing in a sudden breath and letting it out as a moan as Nick's teeth grazed the sensitive spot behind her ear.
"You ready to change your mind?" Nick breathed into her ear with a grin.
"Mmm," Sara murmured, tilting her head to give Nick better access to her neck.
"Good," Nick grinned, pulling back from her neck to drop a quick kiss on her lips.
"Hey!" Sara pouted as Nick disentangled himself from her, "Where are you going?"
"Sara, baby, as much as I would love to ravish your body right now," Nick grinned, chuckling slightly at her blush, "we're in the middle of a building filled with people-and I prefer to do all my ravishing in private."
Sara giggled, an impish light dancing in her eyes as she asked, "Can you imagine their faces?"
Nick chuckled at the thought, before groaning, commanding, "Okay, get out of here-your body is way too distracting!"
Sara grinned, pressing a light kiss to his cheek before bouncing from the room. Nick watched her go, laughing softly to himself as he thought-ABOUT TIME!
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A/N HEY! Wow, you guys are the BEST! Except for one review-who I WILL get to, don't you worry- ya'll were totally positive! You're so GREAT!
Thanks to:
Helen: It is SO great to hear that you moved someone to make some type of outward emotion-'though I am sorry I made you cry! It was TOTALLY unintentional!
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Eleanor: I think you're like a mind reader of some sort! Your idea isn't exactly spot on, but it's pretty close! Kinda creepy…lol
VeganCSI: Thanks for the offer, but I don't do betas-I don't like waiting-for any amount of time- for someone to finish editing it, so I just spell check it which usually takes care of the big things. But thank you anyway!
Sara kicks ass: Your name is SO true!
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Icklebitodd: lol, I am at your command, my lady Extravagant bow lolz, well, did I live up to your standards?
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You guys all rock the socks right off my feet! Now, onto the "fun" part!
Kacie- first of all, BITE ME! I have eight other people telling me that they like my story, so I think I'll go with THEIR opinions! And secondly, your opinion doesn't even matter to me if you don't have the balls to sign it with your online name! OH and lastly, Can you do better? HA! Didn't think so!
Anyway, now that I've got that off my chest, REVIEW PLEASE! Oh, ya, and if anyone thinks I was being a bit of a bitch-that's nothing. And, just so ya know, I can take CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISCM with grace. FLAMERS WILL BE BITCHED OUT! DEAL WITH IT!
Anyway, I'll update again sometime next week.
Love ya
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