Heyla! I think it's becoming ahabit, good chapter, crappy chapter, good... ANYWHO it's close to Christmas and therefore close to my new computer. YEAH! Not much of a chapter title, but I do not like Nicky's new moustache, makes him look like a old man and makes him look far from the sexy Texan that got me hooked onto CSI...well no not really it was Greg and his teddy bear look really...but still KILL THE MOUSTACHE!

No reviews? Damn you all! Oye! This school block is going overboard as is with Quizilla, mature for one teeney tiny swear in it!

Secret Whispers:Chapter Thirteen The Moustache Must Be DESTROYED!

"H-how d-did you-you g-g-get this number?" Ryan stuttered into the phone, his knuckles were turning white as he clutched the phone harder.

"Well now." A slick drawl came from the other end, "What kind of a greeting is that? Certainly not fit for even the lowliest of the low, now tell you love me, my dear."

"I-I-I…" Ryan couldn't say it, just couldn't say it after all that sick bastard had done to him, "You pig, where did you get this number?"

The voice tisked, "We need to put back some manners into you, boy."

The dreaded phrase, the phrase that he always used before he did very terrible things. Ryan bit his lip until he could taste the sweet, metallic taste of blood and snapped his phone shut. He glanced around him and saw his reflection on the glass walls, his skin that was already pale to begin with was whiter then it could possibly go. He walked quickly out of the crime lab, threw a goodbye to the desk clerk and took a long walk down the street.

Through the crowds of multicolored people he swam, until he spotted a garbage can in front of a fancy restaurant. He lifted the lid, he started as an arm came up out of it, a croaky voice came out of it, "Jesus, shut the fricking lid, I'm trying to sleep here."

Ryan pressed his free hand to his nose and tried not to breath in too much of the stench, "I'm sorry, sir." Suddenly inspiration struck him, "But I am giving my cell phone away, you want it?"

"Heck, yeah."

Ryan jumped back as the man with filthy brown hair, wild eyes, and torn clothes sat bolt upright. He smiled, "I just have to fix it up for you, mate, jus be a sec."

He quickly sent and deleted all files that happened to be stored in his phone to his laptop at home and handed it over. Ryan leaned in as close to the man as possible, "Whatever you do, don't tell anybody who gave it to you."

The man saluted comically with a rotten banana, "Aye aye, hushaboo."

"That's right, mate, you keep this hushaboo."

The man grinned widely and dived back into the garbage can, Ryan let the lid drop. The lid bounced and clanged twice before settling in place, Ryan rubbed his hands together and started walking.

Andrea nuzzled a warm shoulder blade and sniffed the scent of Nick's sweat and his pine tree scented deodorant. She practically purred as Nick rubbed her elbow, she murmured, "What ever happened to 'Not on the first date?'"

Nick's sexy Texan drawl came from Andrea's left, "It ran away."

Andrea chuckled and settled for a bit and then suddenly slapped him, Nick rubbed his cheeks indignantly, "Hey what was that for?"

"I'm breaking up with you."

"What!"

"Unless you want to rid yourself of that patch of dirt on your lip."

"What dirt?"

"That-that-that thing you call a mustache. Seriously, you look like you're around Grissom's age, no-no wait, older then that."

"You're insulting the mustache? How dare you!" Nick pointed an accusing finger at Andrea.

Andrea grabbed his finger, "Jesus, put it away, you're going to poke someone's eye out, namely mine. But seriously shave the mustache, it's embarrassing, I'm not walking hand in hand with you down the street, it'll be like I'm dating an old guy."

"But everyone has one."

"Not Greg, and his hair is so sexy when it's in his 'Clay Aiken' style."

Nick shook his head, "No use arguing with you."

"That's right, I declare you shave the mustache or face the wrath of walking around with cuts on your handsome face."

"Whatever will I do?" Nick said rolling his eyes.

"Attack of the razor!" Andrea leaped for the bathroom door and tripped on the blankets strewn all over the red carpet. "Damn the blanket, damn the blanket-" The phone rang, "Damn the phone, damn the phone." Andrea started shouting.

Nick looked down upon Andrea, tangled up in blankets, "Hush, I'm answering the phone, so you don't throw it out the window."

"Throw the bloody thing out the window! CHARGE!"

"Note to self." Nick muttered, "Don't give alcohol to Andrea ever again, key words ever again."

Nick chuckled and then grabbed the phone away before Andrea knocked it over, "Stokes."

"Nicky!" Greg said obviously relieved, "I knew I could find you there."

"What? It's my off day."

"Yeah, well postpone it, we just got another DB same MO."

"Oh." Nick said, his smile slipping away.

"Tell Andrea she needs to come to the lab too and to give Wendy a wide berth, although that might be pretty hard to do."

"Uh…" Nick glanced at Andrea who was slipping into a deep sleep, "I think that she's a little indisposed right about now."

"Eh?"

"She's sleeping off the alcohol." Nick said sheepishly.

"Nick!"

"Sorry, I'll be there in about 20 minutes."

"Okay, bye."

Nick sighed and bent down, he placed both of his hands and lifted, Andrea was surprisingly light, her long wavy black hair streamed down from her fair face making him think of a bright full moon on a totally clear night. He set her down and tucked her in the unmade bed and tucked the soft red downy comforter around her neck and gave her a kiss on the forehead and she moved. Suddenly a delicate hand gripped his nose and shook it along with his entire head and she grumbled, "Shave the mustache, shave the mustache."

"Fine! If you will shut up about it." Nick said exasperated.

Andrea rolled over with a big grin on her face and started snoring; seriously she needed to see the doctor about her snoring. She snored like Nick's grandpa who seriously should win the Guinness World Record for loudest snorer ever.

Nick headed towards the bathroom and stared into it, he had never tagged Andrea for the girly girly type before, but now what he saw abolished his notions. The bathroom was a pure pink, some hot pink, some a light rose pink, but it still was pink. No other color could be seen thorough all the pink. Nick squeezed his temples and walked in.

Nick gave his chin a quick rub, after he was done shaving, it was as smooth as a baby's bum. He headed out and stopped for a few seconds to grab a pen and write a note to Andrea saying he might be working a double and that she was needed as soon as she had dealt with her hangover.

The address seemed so familiar but Nick couldn't remember why, until he got there. His heart dropped to somewhere near his bowels when he realized who's house it was. Pressing his lips together he headed towards the primary in charge to be briefed due to the fact that there seemed to be no one he knew there. Detective Vartann looked up morosely from his little black notebook. "Tina Brown." He intoned like it was some sort of boring spelling bee, "Black, 29, mutilated. She can be found on the patio."

Nick stepped carefully over the broken glass and wove his way around the familiar rooms to the back where the patio was, he took all the broken vases and smashed paintings in and bent down next to what use to be Tina. Death did her no justice, her face was smashed in like Nicholas the 2 the last czar of Russia. A hank of curly brown hair laid about 5 feet away from the body. Nick sighed and felt his head drop; he looked up as a commotion sounded at the door…