Rating: R...sex scenes and language (rolls eyes) you know me...

Chapter 27

(Two days later July 14, 8:01 p.m.)

"Deven...seriously...we have to stop." Riley replied as she rolled over in the hotel bed. He rolled over also and spooned against her as he began kissing soflty up her shoulder and then onto her neck, nipping at the skin. She closed her eyes and shook her head softly. "Deven...we can't keep doing this...it isn't right." She protested unconvincingly.

Deven moaned. "It feels right to me." He replied and gripped her body tighter to his as his hands roamed over her body, then dipped under the sheets to caress her naked skin. She moaned and arched her head back, in complete surrender to his touch...it was like she couldn't control her urges when it came to his touch.

That was something she couldn't understand. When she had been with Nick, if Deven were to grab her arm, or rub up against her innocently, it didn't make her want to jump him, peel off all his clothes, and fuck him on every surface of the house...

Damn...this has to stop...I can't replace Nick with Deven...it's like apples and oranges!

Her mind screamed as Deven gently rolled her onto her back and slid on top of her. She moaned and arched her back again in response as he felt across her naked form. She whimpered at the effect he was having on her, she knew she shouldn't be doing this...but she couldn't stop herself...and that scared her.

Deven pulled away and reached for the almost empty box of condoms and pulled one out. Riley bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut. She had to stop, she couldn't do this...but she couldn't not do this. This inner turmoil was practically killing her.

C'mon Turner...get out of the bed...stop...think of Nick...you can't do this with Nick in your head. Her mind told her. Just as she was about to move she felt Deven slip inside her, making her cry out in pleasure.

Okay...yeah...no...stop moving with him Riley. Just push him off of you. You know he'll stop if you tell him to. He has before. Just say it...say the words.

Her mind commanded, but her body wasn't listening as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist as he thrust into how he knew she liked it. She moaned loudly and arched her head back while clawing and dragging her nails down his back. Deven gripped her hips tightly, and rolled to the side, manuevering her so that she was now on top and in control. She arched her head back at the new sense of power and began to ride him roughly.

Riley...damn it girl stop! Stop it! Oh God...okay...think of Nick! Nick! Nick! Nick!

Her mind screamed and she cried out again in pleasure as Deven grunted along with her. His finger dug into her hips and she whimpered at the mix of pain and pleasure.

Okay...thinking of Nick is just making this worse...

Deven rolled again, so that he was on top and in control once again, filling her completely with each passion filled thrust. He pounded her into the mattress, something that actually didn't happen that often with them. He was mostly soft and gentle, but every now and then Deven completely let loose, causing Riley to loose it along with him...resulting in sheer bliss between them.

Bryn Riley Ann Turner stop it NOW! Her mind demanded. Think of how much you miss Nick! Think of Nick!

"Nick." Riley moaned unconsciously, and all movement stopped. Her eyes flew open as she realized what she had said, and she bit her lip at the look on Deven's face. He gently pulled out and off of her and sat on the other side of the bed, as far away from her as he could get.

She squeezed her eyes shut and sighed. "Deven..." She touched his shoulder and he jerked away.

"Don't you mean Nick?" He snapped and stormed off into the bathroom, peeling the condom off as he did so. She hung her head.

Well...that sucked completely...yep...I'm pretty sure it doesn't get any worse than that.

"Fuck." She swore and crawled out of the bed, wrapping the sheet around her body as she did so. She went to the bathroom and knocked on the door. "Deven..."

Silence.

"Deven...I..." She sighed. "I'm sorry." She apologized softly, and the door opened. He had put his boxers back on and was now leaning against the door frame. She bit her lip and looked down.

"What the fuck are you doing with me Riley?"

She closed her eyes and slowly dragged her face back up to his and opened her eyes. "Deven-"

"Riley..." He began sharply, but his face and tone softened and looked away, not able to look her in the eyes. "Why are you with me?"

"I told you Dev...I wanted someone who knew me."

"Riley...I-I...I know that...that you aren't...you don't care about me as much as I care about you." She began to object but Deven shook his head. "Are you in love with me?" He asked and she didn't answer. Deven nodded slowly. "I'm sorry." He apologized and she looked at him confused.

"Why are you sorry?"

"I was being selfish."

"You were being selfish? I was the one using my best guy friend as a sex toy." She replied and Deven shrugged.

"If you hadn't been with me...would you've gone back to him?" She didn't answer. "Yes..." He said for her. "I was...I missed you." He confessed. "I wanted you however I could have you. When you left...I...I didn't..." He struggled to talk and he looked down ashamed. Riley closed her eyes and tried to ignore the tears silently falling for him. "I didn't want to accept it. I knew that I'd messed it up with you...I knew I lost your trust and respect and love...and I didn't want to believe that. Because...because I couldn't loose someone else I loved." He said and she looked at him, knowing where this was going.

"You know about my mom...and how she left just when I was two...I barely knew her...but she was still my mom...then...then I became a burden to me dad." He crossed his arms across his chest and scoffed. "I guess its kinda hard to score with sluts when there's a screamin toddler in the next room." Deven admitted bitterly. "So when he split when I was five...I just gave up...I figured when I went to stay with Shaun that they'd eventually leave too...that when they moved that I'd be left behind again." He sighed softly and wiped at the tears that were unconsciously falling.

Riley took his hand and sat him back down on the bed so he could finish talking.

"But...but then they uh...they brought me with 'em to Texas...I didn't...I didn't think it'd last, and that they'd send me back or leave just like everyone else. But they didn't...Shaun was always there. Then...then I met you. And I never told you this...but I fell for ya instantly." He smirked slightly and she blushed and looked away. "I remember Shaun, Pot Roast, and I would always give any guy you ever met shit, because I was jealous...even Jabari...God I hated him because he'd constantly hit on you. So...when we finally got together...I was scared, I thought you'd leave too." He chuckled dryly. "Then I told you I loved you..."

Riley sighed and looked away embarrassedly. Deven grabbed her hand and continued, both of them sitting on the bed half naked, staring at the wall next to the bathroom door. "That didn't go so well." She whispered and Deven chuckled.

"No...no it didn't. But you were worth it. You eventually said it back...and then...then I fell even harder. I just...I really couldn't see myself with anyone else. It was like you were the absolutely only one for me...and that scared me..."

Riley looked over at him confused. She'd never heard this part of the story before...

"I had never had that serious of a relationship before...so when I fell for you I was freaked out. I thought I was loosing my mind, or at least control of it. All I thought of was you...I was addicted. I couldn't...I hated being without you...I remember I'd watch you sometimes and it'd be hard to breath. You'd be doing somethin simple, like folding laundry, or reading a book, or anything...and I'd feel so over whelmed that I'd have to go outside and learn the art of breathing all over again. I couldn't stop myself from being around you cause I loved you so much."

Riley bit her lip and wiped at the tears on her face with her free hand as Deven continued.

"I was terrified that you'd leave me just like everyone else...so..." He took a deep breath. "So I purposley fucked up...I...I slept with her...because I was scared...and I didn't want to tell you cause I didn't want to seem weak in front of you...kinda like now." He replied dryly and she reached over and wiped the tears off his face, letting him know it was okay. She let her thumb linger on his cheek and he dropped his head and continued. "I never did get a chance to tell you why...that was like the one question you never asked..."

"I didn't really want to know." She confessed and Deven nodded.

"I broke your heart...and I could believe I hurt you that much. I felt...I hated myself...and then when you left...I just...I lost it."

She nodded softly. "Shaun said you didn't get out of bed for almost a month."

"It was more than that..."

She looked over at him, her mouth slightly ajar, but then she closed it and looked away.

"I uh...I was going to break it off with her...I actually did the night you found out...but uh...I don't think she thought I was serious..."

Riley scoffed and shook her head. "Or she was just insane."

"I think it was a mixture of both."

"Burn." Riley said simply and Deven nodded.

"Yeah...she was kind of a crazy psycho bitch...anyway...I don't think I ever told you why it hurt me so much that you left, besides the obvious reasons..."

She looked over at him confused.

Deven hung his head again and closed his eyes. "That was, the night you left...that was the night I was gonna propose to you..." He whispered and Riley felt the air literally be sucked from her lungs. Her eyes clouded over with tears and she looked away and fought the urge to drop his hand and curl up on the bed. "I asked your father, that's why he went after me with the shot gun when he found out what I did," He chuckled softly and humorlessly. "I had the ring all picked out...Hell, I've still got it." He declared and she dropped her jaw as Deven nodded.

"I carried it around with me the entire first year...I had it in my pocket every day..." He chuckled humorlessly. "It's in the box at home right now...I just...I couldn't sell it." He admitted and she gulped and tried not to be too obvious about the fact that she was crying. "I had it all planned out..." He admitted softly and she felt like her chest was closing in on her.

Okay...I could have lived with never knowing that...

"I um...I literally felt like I was dying when you left...I could eat, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't do anything. I just...everything fell down around me. It was like it wasn't worth it without you...then, then the group started hanging out again and...and I got a little better, just being able to see you. But...but you came home with...with...him." He said softly. Riley looked away and silently prayed that she could go deaf and selfishly not have to hear anymore of this. "I uh...I became like...incredibly jealous, when I saw him that morning...I left and I went home and I stayed in bed for like three weeks. I couldn't stand the thought of you being with someone else...I still can't. So when...when he started comin around again...I was Hell bent on getting you back. I just...I couldn't stand it that someone else had you the way I did. And it took a good long talk with Jon to get me mildly straightened out that you weren't mine anymore...I couldn't have you."

Riley sniffled and tried to be strong and tried to pretend that she wasn't crying. It was Deven's turn to reach over and brush her tears away. "I didn't like it...but I eventually gave up...like the day before you two split up...then all the sudden you were at home more often, and you seemed depressed...so I asked Kiersten what happened..."

Riley looked over at him and he shook his head. "All she said was that you two weren't together anymore. And I thought...that maybe I could have you again...but I was scared...I still am."

"Of what?" She asked softly.

Deven looked up and away from her, not strong enough to admitt this to her face. "...Of still being in love with you." He breathed and she looked down to their entwined fingers. She wanted to say something...anything...but she couldn't. No words came to mind or voice.

He sighed and scooted back on the bed to recline against the pillows. She watched him and then followed his movements, mimicking his position next to him. Her mind raced with all the information he had given her. Wasn't this what she had wanted...closure? Yes...for the longest time that was what she had prayed for...so why did it hurt so much?

She sighed and rolled over to face his side, and slide the sheet that was keeping her decency up and over his body. He reached down to the floor for the comforter and threw it over them. She got out of bed and went over to the wall to turn off the light, then crawl back into bed.

Both of them knew it was a sucky way to end the conversation...but they were both too tired to continue on. Deven sighed and slipped an arm underneath her and rolled her over to him. She sighed and rested her head on his chest, letting her eye lids slowly close, and the rhythm of Deven's heart beat put her to sleep.

--Rio Hotel—Fifth Floor—5B—3:18 a.m.--

"Ugh...what the Hell...?" Riley mumbled and rolled over on her side, folding her arm back behind herself, and running the other hand across her face tiredly.

Deven moaned in protest and rolled over, gripping her tighter. "What was that?" He mumbled. They were answered by two more loud knocks at the hotel room door. She sighed and rolled out of the bed. "I got it." Deven said and she shook her head.

"Nah...I'll get it...I'm already up." Too tired to grab anything other than the sheet, she wrapped the maroon and gold lined sheets around her body as she walked over to the door and unlocked it and opened it enough to stick her head out.

She felt her heart skip a beat, her blood run cold, and her breathing stop when the last person she expected to be at the door...

"Excuse me Miss, The Las Vegas CSI Department needs to search this room." The one and only Nick Stokes informed her and she shook her head slightly and closed her eyes. No way was her ex-boyfriend and his crazy haired friend at her hotel door...

"Uh...I..." Was all she could say. "Yeah just let me-" She was interrupted by the deep baritone voice from in the room.

"Riley...who is it?" Deven asked and peaked from around the corner of the suite's mini hallway. His eyes widened when he saw Nick and the two other unknown men.

Why doesn't Nick look more surprised?

Riley thought and closed her eyes, dropping her head momentarily. "Just a second." She said and closed the door.

Nick worked his jaw and shifted his weight, trying to ignore the fact that Greg and the hotel manager standing next to him (whom he knew nothing about) was giving him questioning looks.

Probably wondering what the Hell my 'girlfriend' is doing in a hotel suite with another guy...

Nick thought, recalling the fact that Greg still thought he and Riley were still dating. Grissom was the only one who knew, though Warrick was getting suspicious. Nick shifted again and tried to keep a straight face as the door opened and Riley and Deven both exited, both fully dressed...unlike before.

He saw Deven stand protectively close to Riley as they exited the room and Nick gripped his kit tighter and narrowed his eyes on the younger man as he and Greg went into the room. The hotel manager closed the door behind them and waited in the hall with Deven and Riley. "Hey, Nick wasn't that-"

"Shut up Greg." Nick grumbled and tried to keep the creeping knowledge of what they were doing out of his mind.

"Okay...were do we start?"

"You take the bed room...I'll take the front room." Nick replied, not really wanting to know what Greg might find, or witness the discovery none-the-less.

Greg nodded and slipped on the hideously orange glasses, and tentatively pulled out the ALS. He wasn't too psyched about being the one to discover the evidence of Nick's 'girlfriend cheating' on him (keep in mind folks, Greg still thinks they're together).

Nick shined the ALS across the couches and found a tiny drop of blood near the corner of the couch. "Probably from the altercation..." Nick said to himself, before swabbing the blood and putting the sample in the box, and marking it correctly. he continued throughout the living room, torn between being happy and being disappointed of finding no evidence of anything...

If he did find it, it would mean one of two things; Riley and Deven had gotten busy in the living room, or this was where the death and torture of Kendra Blake had occurred.

If he didn't...they were that much farther from finding this guy.

Nick sighed and walked back into the bedroom, disregarding the glow from the bed as he looked at Greg, ignoring the bed as if it wasn't even there. "You done in here?" Nick asked and Greg nodded. Nick chose not to ask the routine question of 'did he find anything'. The shining bed was evidence enough...he didn't need to have it rubbed in his face that the woman he loved was banging her ex.

"Fingerprints?" Greg asked and Nick shook his head.

"Nah, living room was whipped clean. You?"

Greg nodded. "A few on the nightstand..."

"Finish up in the hallway. I'll take the bathroom." Nick ordered and reluctantly walked into the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and looked down to see Riley's discarded bra and panties set next to an open duffle bag of clothes, a lap top, and medical books. He sighed and got to work processing.

--Rio Hotel—Hallway—5:26 a.m.--

Riley sighed softly and leaned her head against the wall, closing her eyes momentarily. They had been in there processing for over two hours, and frankly, all Riley wanted to do was build a time machine and go back to before she and Deven fell asleep.

Actually...if I'm wishin for a time machine, I'd go back about a month a start this all over.

She sighed again and let her mind slip off to 'sleepy land' as she waited for them to finish up processing her 'sin' so she could crawl under the darkest rock she could find and die. Deven sighed and looked over at her, leaning against the wall opposite her. Despite his deep feelings of loathe and jealousy towards Nick, he really wished that he could have not been there when Riley answered the door, for her sake.

No doubt I just made her chances at happiness less of a chance...

Deven thought as the hotel room door opened and Nick and Greg appeared in the hallway. The manager had taken off an hour ago, leaving them all to do what they needed to do while he attended to the needs of the other clientele. Nick looked over at Deven and glared, while Deven shifted his weight and looked at his feet nervously, in a very un-Deven-like manner. Nick slowly looked over to Riley's sleeping form and slightly shook his head.

That girl could sleep through anything...

He looked over at Deven as if to signal for him to wake her up, Deven practically ran over to her and knelt next to her sleeping form. He brushed a piece of hair from her face, making Nick glare at the back of his head. Nick quickly looked away from them in a mixture of pain and odium, remembering when he had been the one to do that. "Riley..." Deven said softly and she inhaled deeply and stretched. Deven mumbled something to her and she opened her eyes and looked around confused before realization hit her and she stood up quickly.

Greg looked around uncomfortably as he, Nick, Deven, and Riley stood in the hallway, not saying anything. Riley shifted, but then seemed to gain her courage back. She stood up straight and looked Nick square in the eye. "Can we go back in there yet?" She asked.

Nick nodded. "Yeah, you may want to wait a few minutes. The fingerprint powder is kinda strong, wouldn't want ya gettin light headed." Nick stated and she scoffed and shook her head. Nick narrowed his gaze, as did Riley, and the two set off in a full on stare-down.

"Okay..." Deven said and walked back into the room.

"I'll see ya in the car Nick." Greg replied, but Nick ignored him. Once they were finally alone, she spoke.

"What?" Came Riley's pissed off Southern growl.

Nick chuckled dryly and shook his head. "Nothin..." He grumbled and she shook her head.

"Don't give me that 'this-doesn't-bother-me' shit Nick, you broke up with me."

"Yeah, and you went back and screwed your ex through the mattress." Nick snapped and Riley shot him the dirtiest look she could muster. It was enough to make Nick's eyes widen and look down.

"That is none of your fuckin business." She snapped.

"Yeah...how you fuck up your relationships is up to you." Nick saw her arm raise slightly and twitch but she slowly lowered it back down and relaxed it. Nick sighed softly, relieved that she hadn't just knocked his lights out. "I'm sorry." He said softly. "That was out of line."

"Yeah. It was." She replied, biting back the tears at the sting of his words. He opened his mouth to say something but she interrupted him. "Go back to work Nick...I know it's really demanding." She snapped and stalked into the room. Nick watched her go, his heart falling about a hundred feet as he slowly walked back down the hallway, to the elevator and watched her closed door for as long as he could, wishing she'd run back out and into his arms...she didn't. And the doors closed, impeding his addiction from view.

--End Chapter...Okay, I know...how mean am I! But hey, at least they got somewhere...besides that whole depressed phase that kills us all!--

Alright, I wrote like everything but the last two lines last night at 4 in the morning (because I'm a night owl and I have no life) and I was listening to Country songs...which means I was tired and depressed. (Sigh). But I was laying down about an hour later and I sorted out the big mess they're in! (Jumps up and does happy dance) YAY! So...we should be moving somewhere and outta this 'I'm-so-EMO-cause-I-miss--and-I-could-just-die'

So anyway, I'm in the process of moving and all my chapters may be a bit late... (as in I may not be posting two a day...) XD

So leave me reviews to motivate me to pack faster so I can get back to my addictive book! XD

-The-Ever-So-Addicted-Futuremisscsi60