DISCLAIMER: Don't own it... No money made... Just for fun and enjoyment.
SUMMARY: Sequel to Displacement. The CSI team and their recently hired coroner Stephanie are back to work solving cases, sharing companionship and generally making their way through the dire world of criminal investigation with humor and friendship... This one will show the development of the relationship between Grissom and Sara and there should be some other surprises down the road as well. Romance/Drama/Angst/Mature Situations
RATING: M for Mature - I'm starting this one out at "M", since we won't be waiting quite so long for the smut this time out ;) Also, there is a sprinkling of language throughout the story.
A/N: Time for a few of the boys to "rally 'round the flag." And in case you hadn't notice I found other targets to torture this time out. ;)
REVIEWS: I am always looking for ways to improve my writing, and your reviews let me know if I am hitting my mark. Thank you in advance for the time you take to review this story.
Chapter 9
"Bro! It's been days, man… You gotta get yerself a lawyer." Nick's voice was clear over the din of noise in the bar that night.
Warrick hung his head, hoping to avoid the onslaught from the men assembled that night for his benefit. However, these men were not willing to cooperate. "The Texas boy has a point, my brother." Carter was more than willing to join the Southern chorus.
Thomas had to laugh at the two men, but decided to use their agreement to punctuate his own statement, "Hey, man… If you can get the Sooner and the Aggie to agree on something, you gotta take that for Gospel, 'Rick." Carter and Nick looked at each other and then laughed at the humor of Thomas' comment. Warrick, on the other hand, looked like he had just taken a bullet.
"Look, I know what you guys are sayin' is right… It's jus-…"
"Just nothin', bro." Nick interrupted him before he had a chance to deny them again, "She's got her ducks in a row already, and she's gonna bury you court if you don't get off your ass."
Warrick sighed, he knew his friends were right, but he was still smarting from the whole breakup and was having a hard time dealing with those realities, without having to start actually facing the legal implications of the whole thing. He was trying to work out what he was going to say next, but they were interrupted by a waitress walking up to their table. "I think we're all set here, Miss." Warrick tried to let the waitress get back to her other tables in the busy bar by showing her they already had their drinks.
She smiled at the four men, but kept her attention on Warrick. "You wouldn't happen to be Warrick Brown, would you sugar?"
Giving her a quizzical expression, Warrick answered the woman, "I am, but how'd y-…"
"Warrick Brown, consider yourself served." The woman handed him a fistful of paperwork, smiled, turned around and walked away from the man, leaving him slack jawed and in shock.
"Time waits for no man, my friend. And obviously your soon-to-be ex knows the value of that wisdom." Thomas put his hand on Warrick's shoulder, "Call the lawyer, man. He's good and he owes me."
Warrick scrunched up his face, "He owes you?"
"Yeah, I saved his life once or twice." Thomas had a smirk on his face that interested all of them, but Warrick was the one to ask.
"And just how did you do that?"
"Well, anybody that manages to piss Stephanie off that bad is taking their own life into their hands… And Stephan, well, he had a thing for a few of her housemates, and let's just say that he's anything but a one woman man." All three men were laughing at his description of the man's indiscretions.
"Wait, and this guy's a divorce lawyer?" Nick was having a hard time processing that one.
"Are you kidding?" Thomas had been waiting for that question so that he could deliver his punchline. "Who better to understand the philandering spouse than the king of philandering?"
