A/N: Ha...I just realized that the last time I updated on this was on Billy Peterson's Birthday...ha ha. My muses died on me...then they were refueled by the new episode of CSI!!!! Yay!! Read for drama, fluff, humor, angst, and love? Good...oh, and by the way, there's a wicked nasty cliffhanger...just thought I'd ease the blow by giving you a fair warning. And, again, I don't watch CSI: Miami , so bear with me if I don't get everything right...
Rating: ...And speaking of warning...we've got one in this chapter...for the GOOD STUFF! Oh yeah...-wink-...I felt like I was overdue for a sex scene, and I felt, uh, MOVED to right this one after recent episodes and events...(lol, Maestoso knows what I'm talking about...)
Disclaimer: I own Kris and DD...And I won Nick in a pinball machine contest...lol, JK JK...it was a golf tournament...
Chapter 15:
"Compassion is sometimes the fatal capacity for feeling what
It is like to live inside somebody else's skin.
It is the knowledge that there can never really be any peace and joy for me
Until there is peace and joy finally for you too."
–Fred Buechner
Las Vegas, Nevada
Local Diner
Saturday
December 31, 2004
4:16 a.m.
The entire Night shift (including Greg, who had flown back early from California) gathered into the break room for the end of shift, deciding to go out for breakfast as a team, and then meet up at Nick's house for one last hoopla. Catherine was leaving tomorrow, and Kris was moving into her own place (though Nick and Kris were the only two who really cared about that).
After they had all met up at the diner, they slid into their newest spots with Grissom closest to the wall, Sara next to him, and Warrick next to her on one side of the table. Catherine was also closest to the wall and Greg in between her and Kris on the other side of the booth, while Nick pulled up a chair and sat at the very end of the table.
The team fell into comfortable conversation, all laughing lightly at the jokes and comments made, as well as teasing Nick about the waitresses hitting on him and Greg's blatant nature of 'scoping the ladies.' They all politely avoided the subject of Catherine's departure, and instead focused on the party that night at Nick's house.
"I still don't understand why you're moving out of Nick's house...?" Sara commented to Kris, and everyone shot her a 'you've-got-to-be-kidding-me' look normally reserved for Greg. She blushed and looked back at her veggie platter. "Never mind."
"So, will it be a problem, all of us in your guys' space while Kris is moving out?" Greg questioned and Kris rolled her eyes.
"I'm not moving out tonight, genius. Besides, it's not like I have a lot of boxes or anything. I didn't bring much with me."
"Is the apartment you're moving into furnished? 'Cause I've got tons of furniture I can't bring with me," Catherine supplied and Kris nodded.
"That'd be great, Cath. Thanks," Kris said tightly, a little embarrassed that the topic of her relocating brought up the fact of Catherine's departure.
Catherine looked around at the table, everyone's eyes dropping to their plates as her blue eyes landed on their own. She sighed and set down her fork. "Okay, everybody, no need to walk on eggshells around me. You think I forgot I'm leaving?" No one had the heart to answer. "I don't want to ruin the party tonight so why don't we all just discuss this now. Is there anything anyone wants to say to me now that may kill the party mood later?" she inquired, looking around the table at the six other pairs of eyes too embarrassed to meet her own.
"Do y'all know what you want to order?" the waitress asked.
After they had all placed their orders they turned their attention back to the awkward silence enveloping them because Catherine had broken the rule.
Las Vegas, Nevada
Stokes/Anderson Residence
Living Room
Saturday
December 31, 2004
10:37 p.m.
"So, are you gonna kiss him?" Kris inquired eagerly as Sara rolled her eyes. Taking another sip of the fruit punch, she began bobbing her head along to the song Some Girls (Dance with Women) by JC Chasez playing in the background.
"No."
"Why?" Kris whined.
Sara scoffed and looked at Kris like she was insane (which she is, but that's beside the point). "Because, he's my boss and we're surrounded by our co-workers...talk about career suicide."
"It's New Years Eve, Sara. Everyone has to kiss someone." She stopped to think about it. "Actually, 'till I found out you weren't going to be Frenching our boss; I never really bought into the whole 'New Years Eve Smooch' fiasco."
"So, who are you kissing?" Sara asked and Kris paused to think about it, and then shrugged.
"Don't know yet, but I'll probably end up kissing Greg."
Sara gaped at her. "Kris, you work with him. Wouldn't that make things awkward if you know it isn't going anywhere?"
"Hey, he's already seen me naked." Sara stopped cold as Kris continued on; not noticing her friend's shocked face. "I'll just be glad if I don't wake up next to him after another drunken night that I can't remember and have to rely on his word of 'nothing happened'..." Kris shook her head and sipped her punch, finally looking over at Sara, laughing at the look on her face.
:-:-:-:-:
"Who are you kissing?" Greg inquired eagerly and Nick quirked a brow.
"My date. Who are you kissing, Anderson?"
Greg grinned, but said nothing. "What about you, Rick, you gonna smoochy smooch with Cath? Ow!" Greg grabbed his shoulder where Nick had landed a sly punch. "What?" he asked softly and Nick rolled his eyes.
Warrick smiled bitterly and shook his head. "Actually, I wasn't planning on kissing anyone."
Greg rolled his eyes. "Warrick, the room is filled with pretty girls...and you don't wanna kiss any of them?"
"No." I only wanna kiss one...
"Let it go, Greggo. If he doesn't want to kiss them, then he doesn't have to," Nick replied and sipped at his beer before walking off to make sure Jessica hadn't gotten lost, even though she had been to the house a dozen times, and it wasn't that big to begin with.
Greg sighed and waved Nick away. "He's just sore he's gotta kiss 'Ms. Is-Canada-a-state'?"
"He doesn't have to kiss her...he could drown her pretty little head in the punch bowl," Catherine suggested, walking into the conversation.
"Are you guys talking about Jessica?" Jackie asked, and was met with three nods. "Geez, ya know, I don't mean to speak ill of the dead-"
"Whoa, what?"
"Dead?"
"What's goin' on?"
Greg, Warrick, and Catherine asked and Jackie smirked. "What, you didn't see her and Sara getting into it about the decomposing rate of a liquefied man in a leather bag..."
The three of them looked around confused. "What does Jessica know about decomposing bodies?"
"Decomposing brains she knows a thing or two about, but bodies...not so much," Kris shot and joined the group.
"Yeah, that's the funny part...Jessica thinks they're talking about bargains on leather handbags."
Las Vegas, Nevada
Stokes/Anderson Residence
Kitchen
Saturday
December 31, 2004
11:14 p.m.
"Kiss her."
"Excuse me?"
"Kiss. Her," Kris repeated and nodded her head towards the living room, where Sara was standing, talking lightly with Archie and David. "Kiss Sara when the ball drops."
"What?" Grissom turned to face his youngest, yet most forward, employee with confusion.
She sighed. "God, men are slow," she mumbled and shook her head, holding up her hands to gesture. "When the ball in Time Square drops," she acted like she was letting a ball fall. "Couples kiss." She put her two index fingers together. "You should kiss Sara, your girlfriend, when the ball drops."
"No."
"Why?" she whined.
"Don't whine, Anderson , it's unflattering," Nick shot as he walked by, not really listening to the conversation.
"Don't speak, Stokes, it's unflattering," she mocked. "C'mon...it'd be a great way to get your relationship out in the open..."
"I don't want it out in the open."
Kris sighed. "Does Sara?"
"I'm pretty sure she doesn't."
"Pretty sure-"
"Look, Kris, I understand that you're trying to help us...but we're fine. We said we would keep it professional and limit the PDA...so we are."
Kris sighed. "I still think you should kiss her...just a quick peck on the cheek. It's not like everyone doesn't already know that you're in love with her."
"I'm not in love with her."
"Well...you love her."
"Yes. But there's a difference."
"...Oh...I wouldn't know," Kris said matter-of-factly and took a sip of her beer. "What a fun life it's been..."
Grissom shook his head. "You and Greg suit each other."
"Ouch. Good burn," Kris joked, not really embarrassed about her compatibility with Greg. She laughed at her own joke. "Ha, that was funny." Grissom looked at her oddly and quirked a brow. She waved his tacit question away. "I've had a few of these." She held up her martini and Grissom smirked and shook his head. "So...you gonna kiss Sara?"
"No."
She sighed and looked away defeated. "Fine." She huffed and looked back at him, waving a finger at him. "But when someone else snags those unmistakable Sara-Sidle-smirkin' lips...don't come cryin' 'ta me," Kris drawled in a thick Montana twang and slightly staggered away.
Grissom sighed and looked towards Sara from across the room. She wouldn't kiss someone else just because he wouldn't kiss her in public...would she?
Las Vegas, Nevada
Stokes/Anderson Residence
Living Room
Saturday
December 31, 2004
11:59 p.m.
"C'mon guys! The ball is dropping!" Greg announced and everyone quickly gathered around the television in Nick's living room. When the time came they began the count down.
"10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2-" At the last minute before the ball dropped, the lights went out, as did every other electronic in the house and within a five mile radius. Most of the women (mainly Jessica) let out a shrill scream...and everyone was relatively surprised to hear a masculine voice yelp in surprise. A few chuckles rippled through the darkness.
"Hey, Nick, Kris; do somethin' about the lights, will ya?" the unmistakable voice of Warrick Brown requested.
"Hang on, I'm unprepared. I forgot I was pretending to be God tonight," Kris snapped.
"Come on, seriously. Anyone got any flash lights?" Catherine asked and everyone scoffed, making jokes about how they were 'in their pockets' or, 'hang on, let me pull out my safety kit'. Well, everyone but Sara.
When a light shot up to the ceiling, everyone looked towards its origin, not too surprised to see Sara holding it, looking completely innocent. "What?" she asked. The sound of lips smacking together and staggered breath made them all look over to the spot of darkness a few feet away from Sara. She shined the light to the spot, and the room gasped.
There was Greg, glued to Kris' face, both of them kissing away!
After a few moments half the room sighed and began exchanging bets with the other half. The lights flickered back on everyone cheered and clapped. Greg and Kris pulled about, both of their eyes sparked with mischief and passion. All of a sudden the microwave, clock alarms, phone alarms, and radio alarms went off in unison, each of them blaring a different tune.
Everyone yelled and threw their hands over their ears. "Damnit Anderson, I said no to the 'alarm idea'!" Nick yelled.
Kris just laughed and shook her head. "Helluva New Year!!" she screamed and pulled Greg back in for another kiss while everyone tried to figure out how to stop the alarms.
Las Vegas, Nevada
McCarran Airport
Terminal B
Sunday
January 8, 2005
7:18 a.m.
"Mom, when are they gonna get here?" Lindsey asked tiredly while fiddling with her iPod.
"Soon. Patience is a virtue," Catherine reminded while she flipped through her magazine.
Lindsey sighed and adjusted her carry-on back pack and then gave up and let it fall on the floor. "Well, our flight leaves in a half hour."
"I'm very aware of that Lindsey. I'm sure they-" As she said the words a commotion towards the end of the terminal drew their attention.
"Get off my foot! Walk on your own floor space!"
"You're pulling my hair!"
"Don't push!"
"Quit nudging me!"
"Quit trying to hold my hand, Greg, and push the damn cart!"
"Damnit! Don't make me turn this cart around!" Grissom exclaimed, silencing the CSIs. They finally reached Catherine and Lindsey with the cart of the rest of their baggage. "Where's customs?" Grissom asked and Catherine quirked a brow.
"You've been here a hundred times and you don't know where it is?"
"I think they moved it on us," Greg replied while raising a hand.
"Hey, maybe it's a sign saying you shouldn't go," Kris replied.
"Yeah, I agree with Krissy-Kins," Lindsey said and Kris turned to give Greg the death glare for teaching Lindsey the annoying nickname he had given her.
Catherine's phone began to ring, causing Sara to gasp. "You get service in here!? I've been trying to call my take-out place for an hour and I can't get any service anywhere near this airport."
"Why are you calling for take-out in an airport?" Nick asked and Sara shrugged as if it was no big deal.
"I wanna pick it up on my way home so I can eat it sooner."
"Hello, Horatio?" Catherine asked her phone.
Kris coughed. "Scum-sucker." Cough, cough.
Catherine shot her a glare. "I'm in the airport now," she said to the phone. "Yes...the flight should only be a few hours. We should be in before noon."
Cough. "Impatient asshole." Cough, cough. Kris cleared her throat as if it were really a baffling cough.
"Wow, you don't sound too good, Kris," Greg replied radically, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Maybe you need Catherine to stay and take care of you." He offered dramatically.
"Yes. I think that may be the only solution," Kris replied.
"Mom, we should stay to help Kris get better," Lindsey informed Catherine.
"Guys, stop it. She isn't sick. She isn't even a good actress," Catherine said after she hung up the phone.
"Hey," Kris objected.
"And even if she was, my staying here wouldn't help."
"On the contraire. I'm a doctor, and I believe it would," Grissom replied and Catherine sighed.
"You're a bug-doctor."
"Kris is like a bug," Nick offered.
Kris reached over and slapped him upside the back of the head. "Enough, children," Grissom scolded. "Catherine, I can't handle them on my own..." Grissom pleaded and she sighed.
"You'll have to try."
"You're breaking my heart, please don't go," Sara said. "Who will I do those girl-night thingies with?"
"Uh, how about Kris?" Catherine said and Kris shook her head.
"No. the only thing feminine I enjoy is shoes...and screwing."
"That's not feminine, that's loose," Nick said and Catherine reached over to pop Lindsey's ear buds back into her ears so she couldn't hear the conversation.
"You're right. Sara, let Jessica take my place," Kris replied and then gasped. "Oh right, she was soooo last week. Right Stokes?" Kris replied with a sweet smile while Nick glared.
"Burn," Sara and Greg said in unison.
"Kris, play nice and share your toys," Grissom mocked.
"Nick doesn't share his toys. Oh that's right, 'cause selling women is illegal," she quipped and Greg and Sara couldn't help but laugh. Since Greg was the only person laughing that wasn't a girl, Nick punched his shoulder.
"Nick, don't hit," Grissom sighed. Greg shot Nick a smirk. "Greg, don't gloat," Grissom shot Catherine a pained look. "Catherine, don't do this to me."
Catherine held up her hands in exasperation. "Stop!" she sighed and shook her head. "What happened to being supportive?" she asked and everyone hung their heads. "I need you guys to be here for me...this is a big step. I need to know you all are going to be there for me and will be able to be my friends even if you all are so far away..."
"Like a long-distance family," Grissom offered, and everyone turned to him, drawn between being touched and shocked that he referred to them all as a family. It was such an intimate term, something that couldn't often be expected from Grissom.
"Exactly. I'm gonna need you, guys. It'll be hard for us." She gestured to Lindsey and herself. "We're gonna need your support through this transition."
Everyone was silent for a few moments.
"I'm sorry I called Horatio a scum-sucking, impatient, asshole. And I'm sorry I faked sick to get you to stay," Kris apologized and Catherine nodded.
"I'm sorry I went along with the 'sick' routine and wasn't more supportive," Greg replied.
"Sorry I made fun of Anderson to get you to stay," Nick replied.
"Sorry I wasn't more supportive," Grissom replied.
"I'm sorry I laughed at you, Nick," Sara replied. "And I'm sorry I didn't make 'leaving' easier for you, Catherine."
Kris sighed. "But you gotta understand; we're selfish bitches that wanna keep you in Vegas. We're not gonna push you to Florida ...that's VERY far away," Kris noted but straightened her jacket. "But I will support what makes you and your daughter happy because I care deeply about both of you..."
Catherine smiled and pulled Kris into a hug, everyone gradually came into the hug, dragging Lindsey in with them.
"All passengers boarding flight 211 from Vegas to Miami please start boarding," The woman announced over the speakers.
Grissom cringed. "...I guess I'll have to mail this stuff down," he replied, gesturing to the bags.
Catherine sighed and laughed. "Yeah, we'll just have to make do."
"I'll put it express."
"And I'll remind him to put it express," Kris offered, knowing he'd forget. Catherine smiled and nodded, then hugged them all again.
"I love you all...we'll miss you."
They all said their good-byes, then the herd of CSIs crowded to the window to watch the plane carrying two of their loved ones fly away.
"Truly great friends are hard to find, difficult to leave, and impossible to forget..." Kris sighed. "That's what my Mama always said..."
"'Absence makes the heart grow fonder'," Grissom quoted. "Eleanor Roosevelt."
"'A true friend is someone who thinks that you're a good egg, even though he knows that you are slightly cracked.' Bernard Meltzer," Kris countered.
"'Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Just walk beside me and be my friend.' Albert Camus."
"'One measure of friendship consists not in the number of things friends can discuss, but in the number of things they need no longer mention'. Clifton Fadiman."
"'Friendship is one mind in two bodies', Mencuis."
"Friends are like bras, close to your heart, and there for support," Kris replied with a grin and a wink as everyone laughed. "Mama said that too."
Las Vegas, Nevada
CSI Crime Lab
Break Room
Tuesday
January 10, 2005
6:12 p.m.
"Alright, alright people. Settle down, we've got assignments," Grissom said, waving the pinks slips as he walked into the room.
"Damn, right off the bat. Vegas is evil tonight," Warrick realized and grabbed his jacket when Grissom handed him the slip.
"425 out in Provo . Grab Greg."
"Got it," Warrick replied and grabbed Greg by the collar, taking Grissom's words to heart as he dragged the on-the-fence lab tech out of the room and down the hall. "See ya next week," Warrick called down the hall, his comment bashing the fact that Provo was a long ways away from the lab and everything associated with work.
"Sara, 419 a few streets down. Older woman found charred in her living room."
'Déjà vu," She replied remembering the case she and Warrick had worked that had been very similar to that.
"Yes, except this time you're solo," Grissom notified her and handed the slip. "Oh, and Sara," he called as she turned to leave the room. "Steer clear of the 'spontaneous combustion' theory this time..."
She pursed her lips and blushed, then shook her head. "I knew that was coming..."
"Then you should have ducked," Nick shot and Sara laughed as she walked down the hallway. Nick looked at Grissom and saw that he only had one slip in his hand. Nick looked over to see Kris looking back at him tiredly. Nick looked back at Grissom. "Are we on a case together?"
Grissom gave a smile and handed them the slip. "You are a sick, sick man," Kris replied and snatched the slip with a sigh. She gasped. "A 419 out in the friggin' middle of the desert! You gotta be shittin' me!" She gasped. "What did I do to deserve a punishment like this?" Kris asked heavily while shaking her head.
"Maybe I killed someone in a past life," Nick thought and Grissom sighed.
"I have tons of paperwork, I don't have enough time to play referee. Just, do your jobs without any more dead bodies, alright?" Grissom requested as he walked from the room. Nick looked at Kris and sighed.
"If we have to work together on a bad enough day, we need to set some ground rules," Nick informed her and Kris nodded.
"I agree. You stay outta my way, I'll stay outta yours. We converse when it's absolutely necessary."
"Perfect."
"I tend to do things that way," she replied cockily with a sickly sweet smile as she started out the door. "I drive!"
"Damn," Nick cursed and stomped after her.
Las Vegas, Nevada
Grissom Residence
Master Bedroom
Thursday
January 12, 2005
7:03 p.m.
Grissom sighed and leaned back into his bed, rubbing his temples. That had been one of the hardest shifts he'd worked in quite some time. The cases had been simple enough...but the fact that he had lost a dear friend and gained uncooperative suspects and next-of-kin to the victims.
Plus, mother nature was a bitch.
It had rained...stormed, actually, and Gil's crime scene just happened to be outside. Besides the deafening factors, the case had been a slam dunk...they solved it in only two nights. They were running slow tonight, so he had given himself the night off. Right now, he was looking forward to his hard earned day off. It was when he heard the front door open and close, that he looked up in confusion.
No one else had the key to his townhouse.
He saw a familiar silhouette of a sexy brunette appear in his doorway, dangling his keys on her finger and smirking deviously, soaked from head to toe. "You left your keys. I told you, keep them on one ring and you wouldn't always be leaving the second pair behind."
"Correction, I'd still misplace them, and then where would I be? Locked out of my house and car."
"So how'd you get in here if I have your house key?" she asked, truly baffled.
"I don't know. And I don't care."
She gaped at him. "Gilbert Grissom not wanting to solve a mystery?" She threw a hand over her mouth. "Call the press and a priest...we've just experienced the first sign of the end times."
With hunger in his eyes and thoughts nowhere near priests he sat up on his knees and began crawling toward her. The smile fell from her face as she watched him curiously.
"Gil?"
"You're wet."
"It's raining."
"We really should get you out of those clothes." He yanked her jacket off of her, and she gasped.
"Gil, I've got to get back to work."
"They'll be fine without you for a few hours."
She choked on her words and gaped at him. "A few hours...? Gil..."
"Shhh, Sara..." He kicked off his own shoes and turned to sit her on the bed to crouch down and take her own off her slushy feet. He looked back up at her and she felt her body turn to fire, lit by his flaming azure eyes. "You talk too much."
She chuckled deeply in argument, because really, that was all she could do. She watched him stand then lean over her and slowly lower her back onto the bed without even touching her. His eyes locked on her lips, letting his guard drop and giving her a view of his mind...and everything he intended to do to and with her.
She gulped and crawled backwards on the bed. She had never felt nor seen such a radiating passion or heat from any man, nevertheless Gil Grissom. She suddenly felt very exposed and prudish, almost bordering on virgin-nervous...and the only piece of clothing that had been removed was his shirt.
He yanked off her socks and she giggled nervously, and blushed profusely. "Gil..." She could only think to say his name, that being the only thing registering in her mind, which was his exact intention. He crawled halfway up her body, locking his eyes on hers the whole time, showing everything in his heart and mind; leaving himself open and unwary for her...she could only return the favor.
She licked her lips as he undid the button of her jeans heavy with rain and slid them down her long legs, exposing the strings of cream and beads of rain embellishing them. She quickly yanked off her shirt; more for her own comfort than anything...it was suddenly feeling very warm. "Say it," his voice commanded deeply.
"Please?"
"No." He laughed deeply, his face amused. "Say my name..."
"Gil."
"Again." He moved up her body, pulling down her panties swiftly, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Gil."
"Again." He snapped the front of her bra open and exposed her tiny breasts, taking his time to look at them. They were in absolutely no rush. He planned on taking his time and experiencing all of her, and all she had to offer. Somehow, the fact that she was expected back at work soon made him want it all the more. "Sara..."
"Gil..." she groaned deeply and threw her head back as he dipped his head to send his breath in fleeting kisses on her already flaming center. "Oh, please, Gil," she pleaded in a high pitch voice. Her body began to ache and tremble for him, needing, more than wanting to feel his touch. To know him inside her. To feel his name on her lips.
To push her over the edge of reason. "Sara, I need you so badly."
She whimpered helplessly in the trance of sexual luster he had sent her to. He yanked her hips forward, and she cried out in ecstasy as he began to use his mouth on her. She whimpered and cried and raged beneath and around him, loving how he was completing her, but wanting more...craving more...needing more.
That's how it was with her. She always needed more of him; he never used to give her anything. Now...he was giving her all of him. Mind, body, and spirit. God knows she had waited long enough...and he was planning on giving it all to her fast.
His plan of pacing himself went out the window as she grabbed a hold of his shoulder, her nails biting into his flesh as she dragged him into her kiss. Stringing him into sheer bliss, throwing all his cares and concerns to the wind. She let out a loan moan, and twisted an writhed underneath him. Needing him before she burst. Words weren't needed. He knew what she desired. He planned to fulfill her as he had longed to for so long.
He lowered her hips back to the mattress as she ripped his jeans off his body, tearing through his boxers till he was completely naked, the last border following as he plunged into her. He cradled her in his arms, supporting her as she clung to his chest, raging like a wild beast beneath him.
They had reversed roles and speeds so many times in the past few minutes he wasn't sure who he was anymore...but he knew one thing was for sure...he was completely divulged in her.
Her scent, her weight, her presence, her body, her soul. Everything. And he was the center. It enthralled and terrified him, only making him pump into her harder. Knowing he had spiritually fulfilled her and was planning on completing the same feat for her body as well.
He gripped her shoulders, burying his face in her hair and neck, sending shivers and chills through her body. She whimpered his name, begging for more of him. And what she asked, she received.
Soul clung to soul. Spirit to spirit; body to body, as they tilted and fell into the blindingly white light of consuming passion and bliss.
Las Vegas, Nevada
CSI Crime Lab
Break Room
Friday
January 13, 2005
2:45 a.m.
Nick sighed and checked his watch for the hundredth time that hour. "Where the Hell is Sara? Shift ends in fifteen minutes."
"Traffic can be a bitch this early...all the partiers are goin' home. Plus it's raining like a-" Kris began, but was rudely cut off by Nick.
"Excuse me. Didn't ask for your opinion," Nick snapped and Kris held up her hands in confusion and looked at Warrick, hoping he could clear things up for her. Warrick shook his head and Nick and shrugged, sticking his head back in his magazine.
"Nick, Man, calm down. We can end shift without her..."
"I want to know where she is."
"Why?"
She's probably off getting laid... Kris thought, but kept her face neutral, not daring to say the comment aloud. "Quit being a baby and close shift so I can go back to the house and finish packing and moving."
"Do you need any help with that, Kris?" Greg asked, walking into the room and Kris shook her head.
"Nah. I got it."
"Did you get the furniture from Cath?" Greg inquired and she nodded.
"It's really nice, too..."
I know, Warrick almost said, catching himself just in time. He sighed softly and kept his face firmly planted in the magazine. "Do you need help setting it up?" Greg was quick to ask.
She smiled and shook her head. "Nah, thanks. But I think I got it."
"You sure?" She nodded. "Alright...well if you need a hand, just give me a call," Greg instructed hopefully and she nodded and smirked. He winked at her as he left the room with his cup of coffee, even though he'd be going home soon to go to sleep.
Nick sighed and shook his head. "Alright...let's just end shift without her," he decided and they all nodded.
"Uh...what do we do...?" Kris asked and looked around.
"Um...Nick, man, Griss left you in charge...take it," Warrick instructed and Nick blushed.
"Um...everyone...go home," he said and the two others nodded.
"That works for me," Kris said and jumped up off the couch. "See ya lata' boys..." She replied in a pretty realistic New York accent.
Miami, Florida
Willows Residence
Kitchen
Friday
January 13, 2005
5:14 a.m.
"Quick! Lindsey, get me some towels!" Catherine shouted as the water continued spilling into the floor uncontrollably. Lindsey walked out into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes tiredly. Her jaw hit the flooded floor and she gasped as the water continued to spew out everywhere, drenching her mother. "Lindsey!" Catherine yelled again, shaking the girl back to reality. "Call Horatio!"
"No! This is all his fault!"
"No, it's the pipe's fault!"
"No! He's the reason we moved here!!"
"Lindsey! Towels! Now!"
Lindsey dashed off to the bathroom and opened the box marked 'towels' then ran to her mother. As she darted through the hallway, she lost her footing and slid into a pile of boxes stacked high, knocking them over and breaking a mirror. "Shit!" she cursed, but Catherine was too busy to scold her.
Lindsey continued into the kitchen and slipped on the floor, dragging her mother down with her. She began vainly trying to mop up the floor and dry herself off when her mother made a dive for the wrench floating towards their now ruined couch. She grabbed then secured the loose pipe, and sat back against the cabinets.
Both girls were wet and heaving, staring at each other tiredly.
"Mom...can we go home now?"
Catherine just looked at her tiredly. She had already decided she wasn't having this argument with her daughter again.
"...Ya know, it's Friday the thirteenth..."
Catherine sighed heavily. "I know."
"...And I broke a mirror."
As she uttered these words the water shot from the pipes once again, making Catherine yelp in surprise. Lindsey smirked and shrugged.
"I'd get more towels...but we left them back home..."
Catherine fought the water, wielding the wrench recklessly before she turned around to glare at her daughter. "Lindsey..."
Lindsey shrugged, and then smiled thoughtfully. "I'll call Horatio...he's so smart...he'll know what to do..." Lindsey mocked.
"I'm not in the mood."
"C'mon, Mom. Cheer up...just a streak of bad luck in our new 'home'..."
...And once again, the horrible words caused a catastrophic damage. This time, a Frisbee came flying through their window, shattering glass everywhere. Catherine gaped at the hole.
"...Want me to call Horatio?"
A/N: So...I think Lindsey and Catherine are adjusting to their new home quite nicely, don't you agree? Lol. So, do you think the leaky pipe was because of the house, or the date? ...Review and let me know, for now...the love-life-analysis:
Geeklove: Yay for Geek sex! I know, it wasn't as NC17 as I normally write them, but I wanted to dip into emotions and sensations more than raw skin than before.
YOBLING: So Catherine's gone, Warrick didn't even say good-bye...will they keep in touch? Is this the end of YOBLING? Did Tina WIN!??! Oh wait...she's not in this story, never mind.
Kegger: ...Well, if you blinked, you missed it in this chapter...
Kricket: ...They have good burns and harsh words...what more could you want? (Quit asking me for Nick/Kris sex. We all know it would be hot, maybe it'll happen...calm down Kinsies...I have a plan...)
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-Futuremisscsi60