You know that rule that says if your arrested it's an automatic dismissal lets pretend for this story that rule doesn't exist. I don't own CSI or its characters(grumbling in background).
Nick sipped his beer slowly savoring the taste of the liquid as it rolled down his throat. I t had been a hell of a shift and he was tired sore, and tense. Not really wanting to sleep just yet he had decided to go for breakfast and a beer. So, he sat at the bar of a old fashioned diner down the street from his townhouse, sipping his beer, minding his own business, when a tall blond attractive women sat down next to him and ordered herself an orange juice and a bagel. She smiled at him batting her eyes lashes, he smiled and nodded to her before turning back to his beer. She was pretty, her hair falling to her shoulders, her eyes a light blue. She wore a simple three piece suit complete with skirt, wight blouse and a blue jacket, her dainty feet encased in a pair of blue stiletto heels, but truth be told he was to tired to care at this point he just wanted to get home and crawl into bed. He grabbed his jacket and keys, and headed for the cashier to pay and leave, when a hand shot out and grabbed his arm stopping, he turned to look at the women holding him and frowned.
"Can I help you?" He asked, pulling his arm free and pulling his coat the rest of the way on.
"Dinner?" Nick blinked and stare at her wide eyed, did she ask him out.
"I'm sorry." Nick sputtered, she smiled showing perfect white teeth all lined up and shiny. He smiled a bit nervously he wasn't sure what to do, he sighed, he didn't really have to time or energy for a relationship or a date for that matter.
"Look, I'm sorry you a very attractive women and all but I just can't date right now, my life a very hectic and my job takes up most of my time." Nick explained she frowned disappointed by the turn, Nick hurried out of the diner and to his truck he was just putting the key into the lock when he felt a hand on his shoulder, he spun to face the woman from the bar.
"Look lady i told you I'm not interested OK?" He asked getting a flustered by such a strong advance, apparently she was hard of hearing because she pressed against him forcing him to back up until he felt his truck slam into his back.
"don't do this." He snapped this seemed to have the desired effect she backed off looking hurt and went running back inside panting nick turned to open his truck and with his nerves more on edge then before, he went home.
Nick parked his SUV in the parking lot of a jewelery store just off strip and hopped out taking his kit he made his way inside where he found Catherine waiting for him.
"Hey Cath, what do have?" HE asked setting his kit down and donning a pair of latex gloves.
"B&E gone south, two victims, 43 year old Martian Langley and his wife to be Veronica Gray, they had been shopping for a wedding set when the suspect came in and opening fire. They took over five grand in diamonds and other jewelery." Catherine explained, Nick attention wandered around the store, two cases had been smashed the jewelery taken. The victims were face down in pools of their own blood, the hand intertwined in a last gesture of love. Nick sighed and got to work processing while Catherine talked with any witnesses and followed the body back to the morgue.
"So this is what your time consuming job is." A female voice, not Catherine's spoke from some where behind him, Nick almost dropped his camera in shock, 'oh please don't be who I think it is.' His mind screamed. He let his camera hang loose around his neck and turned around slowly to scan the faces watching in morbid curiosity, until his found found what his mind refused to believe, the woman from the diner was standing just behind the yellow crime scene tape, as close as she could stand to it with out actually breaking through it. HE spun back around and proceeded to flash pictures of a bullet casing before tweezing it off the floor and dumping it into a spindle, marking his initials on the front and the address of the scene he put it up for the lab.
"Look I'm sorry about this morning I was drunk and well horny. I'm really embarrassed I'd like to make it up to you can i maybe cook you dinner?" Nick sighed heavily, ans let his head fall into his hands.
"Look, don't sweat it, it cool i understand but right now I'm working and i can't talk." He explained before going back to his kit and taking out finger print powder and proceeding to print to cases and register which hung open and empty. He collected all his evidence and made his way to his truck packing everything safely in the back, he headed back to the lab.
With nothing else left to and two minutes end of shift Nick headed home at the insistence of his boss. He had crawled into bed after a hot shower and was enjoying a rather stress free dream when a sudden weight landing on top of him forcing all the air from his lungs, he jumped awake and tried to get up, but hands held him down, he blinked to clear his vision ad and gasped.
"What the hell!" he struggled ender her for a few minutes before another, stringer pair of hands forced his movements to a stand still.
"No one says no to me Mr. Stokes!" A voice growled, Nick looked straight up at the woman on top of him, a glint in the corner of his eye caused him to look away from her and focus on the other inhabitant of his room, a syringe in his hand nick jerked and started to struggled again.
'What is that?" He demanded flinching when he felt the needle pierce his skin, two minutes later his vision blurred.
"Who are you?" He asked his words slurring together.
"I am some one you'll wish you'd never meet." he felt the weight leave his body and he tried to get up an get away but the drugs made him sluggish and he barley moved at all, he felt his pants leave his body and he panicked his heart hammering against his rib cage. 'oh god not again!' his mind screamed at him to move it, but his body just would not cooperate with him, he kicked out but hands soon stopped that small effort so he tried to sit up and back away but he darned head board stopped him from going to far. He felt arms wrap around his shoulders an force him to lay down he continued to struggle kicking when the hands released him and crawled up to his manhood, playing and fondling him.
"NO stop!" He screamed and screamed kicking and struggling but it did no good, was far to weak from the drugs to do any good. So he did the only thing left his power he opened his mouth and screamed at the top of his voice for help.
"HELP ME! SOMEBODY HELP ME!" and hand covered him mouth a voice growling from behind him, Nick tried to focus on the voices and faces but his vision blurred more and eyes threatened to close, he stopped struggling suddenly to tired to fight any more and let his body relax as sleep over took him.
"finally come on lets go." the male voice grumbled.
"We have put everything back the way it was first dummy." So the did, D leaned nick and replaced his pants then replaced his blanket and finally cleaned the mess around the bed and then left
When Nick came to he looked around as if half expecting some one to be there, he shrugged it off and climbed out of bed to get ready fro work. When he got there he checked the labs for results and then went looking for Catherine, he never made it farther then the break room, hands grabbed him and pulled his hands behind his back causing him to drop his mug he shattered on impact with the floor and coffee went every where.
"Hey what the hell are you doing?" Nick demanded when he felt his hand being cuffed.
"Let me go I haven't done anything, GRISSOM!" Nick called out the man came running at top speed screeching to halt when he saw the police trying force nick out the front door screaming his innocence for the world to hear.
"Nick stokes you are under arrest for the rape and attempted murder and Deanna Smith you have the right to remain silent..." The rest when unheard after rape and attempted murder, Nick could breath, he stood still unable to hear or speak, staring at Grissom his eyes begging the man to help.
" I didn't rape any one I swear let me go! Grissom help me." He was fighting harder then before giving the police and run for their money.
"What the hell do you think your doing?" Grissom asked stepping in their path making them stop so did nick he panted with the effort of fighting.
"arresting a suspect MR Grissom CSI or not his been identified by the victim a sketch artist drew this at the direction of the victim." One handed Grissom a hand drown picture and he paled visibly and looked at nick at a loss for words. He turned it around nick swallowed hard. 'uh-oh I'm in trouble'. He was to chocked after that to fight any more and allowed himself to be dragged out of the building.
Okay new story i just keep popping them out don't I. Can't help it I got stuck on the others ones so why not start anew one? R&R please.