Some One To Stop Him

Disclaimer: I don't own CSI Miami or the characters in the show. If I did—things would be very different right now.

Rating: Umm…mentions of abuse. Don't know how violent or graphic I'll make it. I just want it to be realistic. Will let y'all know in the warning for each chapter.

Distribution: here only

AN: I just started watching CSI Miami and am really into Nat/Eric so that's wat this story will be centered around.

SPOILERS: this ep starts off during Internal Affairs only Nick isn't going to die in this episode. Bastards always get the easy way out and never have to pay for their sins in this world. But in this fic he will have to answer for his actions! MUWAHAHAHA!! Oh and in my world Nick was never able to get a TRO against Natalia!

AN: FOR THOSE WHO ASKED!!! Sorry this took so long! I got caught up in skool and then Virginia Tech happened and then summer skool and then so much time passed that I kind of lost track of where I wanted to go with this and had to get that back! Wat kills me about that is that I actually wrote a timeline out chapter by chapter, but I cant find it….of course! Oh, not to mention I actually got bored with the show! Too much overblown terrorists plots and not enough…er…crime.

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Chapter 5

It was sunny outside. She was in Miami. The fact that it was sunny shouldn't surprise her or really bother her. But she didn't feel sunny. In fact, she felt the farthest thing from sunny at that precise moment.

Habitually she pulled out her sunglasses and shielded her eyes from the blinding rays. She hated sunglasses, but living in Florida had given her a newfound need for them. After all, caring for her eyes was a much better use for sunglasses than covering bruises.

She couldn't help, but smile when she saw her sisters sitting on a bench in front of the department. She loved her sisters. She always wanted to protect them. They remembered Nick, but they don't know everything that went on with him. She hadn't wanted them to know most of went on. The crazy stuff they did together, the number of hospital stays, the threats against them…Oh they knew the marriage was bad. They weren't oblivious to the world around them.

Nick wouldn't let Natalia spend time with them. When they called and he answered the phone, he wouldn't let them talk to her. They knew it was bad. They just didn't know how bad it got. The worse part would be finally telling them he was out of jail. As far as they knew that time he broke her arm was the worst of it. Those short stints in shelters went unnoticed by them because gaps between visits were always caused by Nick. It was normal to not hear from Natalia for months at a time. Totally….normal…

"Hey, you guys," she greeted them, "Still scoping out boys together? And I thought you two had grown up."

"Hey, it's not our fault hot guys flow in and out of police stations," smiled Anya.

"Yeah, Nat," replied Christine, "does this place need, like, secretaries or something?"

"I'm going to pretend that you two are just trying to annoy me like always and chose to ignore what you just said," finished Natalia.

"Come on," waved Natalia, "I'm hungry and we need to talk."

"Ooo," crooned Christine, "a talk? Could this, by any chance, be a boy talk?"

Natalia rolled her eyes, "This is why I don't like girls in their twenties…is that really the only thing on your mind?"

Christine laughed and turned to share a look with Anya, but she was staring past Natalia, a look of shock on her face.

"N-Natalia, isn't…isn't that your…" began Anya.

Christine finally peered over Natalia's shoulder and saw Nick Townsend heading their way, "Oh my God, Natalia, it's your ex."

Natalia turned and to her horror saw that Nick was, in fact, heading their way. She raised her sunglasses above her head like a hair band. She was angry and for once, she wanted him to see it.

"Leave," she said without any other acknowledgement of his presence when he reached them, "now."

"Come on, Nat, I just wanted to say hi," smiled Nick, while sliding his hand in the pockets of his jacket.

"She told you to leave her alone! Don't you have anything better to do?" Christine snarled.

"Yeah, like two more years of jail time?" added Anya.

Natalia put a hand out trying to keep them from saying too much, "Nick…please."

Nick stepped right up to her, "Please what, Natalia?"

She hated it when he used her full name and not just his usual, "Nat." When he used her full name, he lost his casual, charming facade and replaced it with something colder and closer to his actual personality. When they were first married, sometimes he would call her, "Natalia….Rachel…Townsend." Pronouncing each of her names individually, like a mother scolding her child, but much slower and not as shrill. It used to make her feel so stupid and small. Even before he started hitting her or restricting her friends, he could make her feel so alone.

Reeling from this sudden memory, all she could say as her eyes filled was, "Leave." She couldn't believe that he did this. She hadn't told her sisters he was out of jail yet. She was going to tell them during lunch, but now…

"Natalia," said another more soothing voice, "Is everything okay here?"

"No," said Anya immediately, "this man should be in jail!"

"Isn't there a restraining order somewhere saying you have to stay away from our sister?" added in Christine.

"That's what I've always loved about you Boa Vista women…feisty," smirked Nick.

"Mr. Townsend, I know the restraining order is no longer in effect, but Natalia has made it clear to you and me, that she does not want you around. So I don't want to see you around," explained Horatio.

"Yeah," replied Nick, "what about work. We may come across each other at a crime scene."

"I wouldn't count on that for too long if I were you, Mr. Townsend," stated Horatio.

Losing all pretense of a polite conversation, Nick took a step toward Horatio, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means leave…now," answered Horatio.

Giving Horatio and Natalia one last glare, Nick turned and walked towards the visitors' parking lot.

"Ma'am," said Horatio addressing Natalia, "are you okay?"

When she didn't reply he repeated, "Miss Boa Vista."

But all Natalia could do was watch her ex husband get into his car. She didn't know what she was going to do.

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Ok….a little shorter than wat I was going for, but I want to remember my path before I just throw myself into the story! I remember wanting this to happen, but I'm trying to refigure out what I want to happen next!! REVIEW!! REVIEW!! PLEASE!!