I do not nor have I ever owned CSI.
Rated T or M depending on how you feel about dirty language.
Oh what a tangled web we weave...
Warrick and Trista think she is on a path to disaster if Jules acts on her love for Nick.
They try hard to keep her strong and have picked up the pieces when Nick shattered her.
They mean well but...
Jules and Nick can't stay away from each other.
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She looked inside the top drawer of the dresser and grabbed a Dallas Mavericks T-shirt and slipped it over her naked body. Jules scrambled back onto the bed where Nick lay propped up on pillows with only his lower half covered by the white sheets. She sat facing him, sitting cross legged on the top of the sheet, in between his legs. Her eyes scanned his chest and shoulders.
"You look sexy lying like that on the bed, " she said to Nick as she opened a bag of SunChips.
"You look sexy, period." Nick chuckled. He has always loved how she looks in his clothing.
"Yeah? More like banged up," she laughed back.
"No you don't! Even though you were banged up pretty damned good the last few days," he pulled her by the wrist to bring her closer to him.
Jules moved up, turned around between his sheet covered legs, and leaned her back on to his bare chest.
"Have I told you how much I love you?" he whispered close to her ear, wrapping his arms around her.
"No, you've showed me though," she mumbled back up to him as she ate a chip.
"Life, right now…wow…I am so beyond grateful for getting you back…the only thing missing is me being with Em," he kissed the side of her face as she crunched her chip.
"I agree, Texas, I agree, and don't worry, you can come by tomorrow to be with her, okay?" she agreed.
"Hmmm, I would LOVE that. And, um, maybe when she takes a nap…I can be with her mother…" he squeezed her tightly.
"Ooooh, I like that idea," she snuggled back into him, reached back, and popped a SunChip in to his mouth.
On the other side of town, in the comfort of the Stokes' home, Trista was cooking up some snacks.
Now it may not be a big deal to some people, but to Trista, it was an emergency. She had made herself some killer French Fries in Jules' Cool Daddy fryer, which was something Trista has been meaning to buy herself but hadn't gotten around to it. She loved fries in the deep fryer and was psyched when she saw Jules had a big bag of frozen French Fries just calling her name.
Trista waited until they were golden brown and then dumped the batch of fries on the plate that was lined with paper towels. She grabbed the salt shaker and salted them to perfection. As they cooled she went to grab the ketchup. She checked all over the refrigerator but it wasn't there. She looked in the cabinet by the stove, but it wasn't in there either.
"Where the fuck is the ketchup, woman?" she grumbled. "I know you have ketchup, Jules, Em eats just about everything with ketchup," she frowned and said out loud to herself knowing it was in this house somewhere.
Trista contemplated going into the garage to see if she had it stocked on the shelves with the other items she had stored in the pantry out there, but she didn't want to go in there if it was in one of the cabinets in the kitchen, and she was somehow missing it. And the truth was…garages at night freaked her out.
Trista picked up the phone that was lying on the counter and called Jules' cell phone. It rang four times before it went to voice mail.
"Hey Jules, nothing is wrong with Emma so no worries but…WHERE THE FUCK IS THE KETCHUP?" and she hung up.
She waited about two minutes and called her back. After all, her fries were getting cold.
"EMMA IS FINE BUT WHERE IS THE FREAKIN' KETCHUP, DUDE! I CANNOT EAT FRIES WITHOUT KETCHUP!" and she hung up.
Trista looked at the phone a minute and scrolled down the caller ID. She saw a lot of calls coming up as "Nick Cell", and she rolled her eyes and kept scrolling down. She saw a few calls from the Bellagio Hotel, which seemed strange, but she didn't think much of it. All she cared about at that moment, was finding the ketchup. She decided she could probably find Warrick's cell phone number in the caller ID too and sure enough, there it was in digital letters: "Warrick Cell "
Warrick was quiet in the lab as he studied crime photos. He was glad to be working this case alone right now; he didn't want to collaborate on anything. He did what he had to do and didn't answer to anyone. It was the perfect case for just a time as this. Part of him wanted to go home to study the photos and just work on it all there. He just felt tired and worn out and needed to be left alone. He was just overwhelmed with everything going on with life… with his sister, his best friend, his niece, work…it was all just building up and he had a wicked headache.
He sat at the desk and held his head up with his hand as he marked off areas in the photos that he wanted enlarged. Biting the cap off of a red marker, he held it in his mouth as he made a notation. He was just putting the cap back on when he felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket.
"Oh, don't be bustin' my balls now people," he grumbled.
He reached into his back pocket, pulled out his cell, and looked at the caller ID before answering.
When he saw it was his sister's home number it made him nervous since he knew Brett was babysitting Emma tonight. Warrick answered it immediately.
"What's the matter, Brett?" getting straight to the point nervously.
"Ooohhh, you expecting a call from your lover, Home Boy?" Trista mocked although actually very surprised Warrick would even think it was Brett.
"What? What is wrong with you? What the hell do you want?" he said acting as if he was absolutely disgusted.
"Hey, you're the one hoping it was Brett, Honey," she laughed.
"You are seriously a freak, ya know that?" he told her.
"Oh just sshhhuttt up, and tell me why can't I find the ketchup," Trista grumbled.
"Excuse me?" he squished up his face as if he thought Trista lost her mind.
"WHERE is the ketchup?" she slowed her words down sarcastically.
"Why you askin' me?" Warrick answered as if she was ridiculous.
"I'm not! Ask Jules…if she answered her phone I wouldn't even bother with your sorry ass!" she informed him, "but since my fries are chilling as we speak it is an emergency!" she insisted.
"Is this some stupid joke, Trist?" he rolled his eyes.
"No! Fries without ketchup is NO joke…it's a travesty!" she yelled.
"Aren't you with Jules?" he asked beginning to suspect things were not as they seemed.
"Come on, stop playing would ya…you really are such a freakin' dumb ass, I can't stand it!" she told him, smirking as they bickered as usual.
"Trista…where are you?…where is Jules? I'm confused, seriously," he said slowly.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN? YOU KNOW WHERE I AM! Just put Jules on the phone and stop playin' I didn't call for you anyway," she yelled sparring with him.
"Trista, listen to me a minute... I'm at work, I'm tired, and I'm busy, I'm not playin' with you anymore," he complained.
"What are you talking about, Rick?" she sighed loudly looking at her fries as they get cold and wondering why he would say he was working when she knew damn well he was with his sister.
"Jules is supposed to be with YOU," he squinted his eyes beginning to understand.
"Um, nooo, she went to dinner with you," she said slowly, "…I'm watching Emma."
Warrick ran his hand over his face knowing instantly his Baby Girl had lied to him. He backed up from his crime scene photos and went to the corner of the lab.
"Awww Trrissstttaaa," Warrick whined out sadly, "she lied to us."
"No fucking way. No. way. No way," she repeated herself and walked around in circles when something shocks or upsets her.
"Yes way, and we both know who she's really with," he said growing angry.
"I bet I know where!" Trista yelled loudly.
"Where? And do you really need to yell in my ear? I mean really," he grumbled.
"Shutttt upppp, would you? I bet she is at the Bellagio. I saw a few Bellagio numbers on the caller ID when I was looking for your cell number," she admitted.
"Fuck. Fuck, you gotta be right!" he nodded although she couldn't see him.
"Wait, did you just say I AM right? Meeee?" she tormented him.
"You just need to pipe down over there. Now, what are we gonna do about it?" he wondered.
"Shit, I don't know the answer to that one, Rick," she said.
"Oh, wait, wait…Did you just say YOU don't know the answer to something? I thought you knew everything?" he mocked her.
"Fuck off," she said flatly.
"Well, I really would like to see her reaction and confront her about lying to me. We never lie to each other…you know that," he said ignoring her insult.
"Ya know what, Rick, I agree. I want her to see that we aren't idiots and we don't need to be lied to," she frowned.
"I'm pissed! I gotta tell you that. I am really fucking pissed off that she would be a sneak and a rat. Doesn't my sister have any self respect? No shame? The guy fucking cheats on her…she has proof in her hand…she has an admission from the girl that he banged her…phone bills…I don't know what the hell she is thinking!" he yelled but tried to keep his voice down in the lab.
"I don't know. I don't get it. I really don't. I would like to ask her that right in front of Nick!" she yelled back.
"Me too! Me fucking too!"
"Then let's call her right now!" she said angrily.
"No, let's go knock on their room door," Warrick agreed, "I will leave work for a while. I will pick you up in about half an hour? How fast can you get someone there for Tiny?"
"I gotta make a call. I will ask either Brett or Nat come stay with Emma. She's sleeping anyway," she explained, "I'll call your sorry ass back and let you know if I can get one of them," she told him.
"My sorry ass? You can walk there, Dopey!" he said.
Brett came over in record time. He walked inside wearing silk pajamas and slippers.
"Who are you? Hugh fuckin Hefner?" she asked looking him up and down.
"I was asleep on the couch when you called, Missy! I came as soon as you asked so don't start!" he smiled and kissed her hello. "Soooo, we be having a little cat fight?" he asked.
"I'm not sure. The Jackass is coming to get me so we shall see," she said noting that Warrick was on his way.
Nearly a half an hour later Warrick came into the Stokes home and walked into the kitchen. He gave Brett a nod upward and said, "Hello."
Trista looked over at him and said, "So, ya ready for some fireworks?"
"Unfortunately, yeah," he replied.
Brett shook his head at both of them.
"I think you two should leave them alone. They love each other…it's romantic!" Brett told them as they walked to the front door.
As he was ready to close the door he heard both Trista and Warrick yell back at him….
"Romantic? The guy is a cheat!" Trista yelled.
"And he turned my sister into a freakin' liar!" Warrick yelled after her.
Brett just sighed loudly and watched as the two got into the truck and drove straight to the Bellagio.