Still do not own friggen CSI, damn it!

Rated M for language.

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Well, Trista and Warrick do not like being lied to..who does?

The two of them might always argue and bicker but they both agree on this...

Jules lied to them and they want to confront her on it.

And they do.

What will happen?

I guess you'll just have to read to find out...

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Both Warrick and Trista discussed what they would say to Nick and Jules on the drive to the Bellagio. They weren't even sure how to go about it. Were they wrong? Every time one of them questioned themselves the other said they were not wrong because she was lying to them and using them to go to see Nick. They both agreed that that was not cool...not cool at all.

"So, what should we say?" Trista asked Warrick again on the way into the Bellagio Lobby.

"We just went over this, Dopey! We are gonna say that she is a fucking liar and a dumb, stupid, ass for trusting that douche bag and that we know now that she's a liar too and that's that," he said quietly.

"How poetic. How about we just tell her that we wanted her to know that we aren't stupid and we don't appreciate being lied to and that we certainly don't deserve it," she suggested.

"Yeah, that sounds good. But I do want to add that she needs to go home and stop hanging with that lying, rat, bastard," he added.

"Yeah, well, we have to remind her of Brooke Latham and the whole despicable act…apparently she needs us to remind her. Seriously!" she looked at him insistently.

"Stay over there by that couch," he pointed to the big, velvet couch in the lobby.

"Hmmm, how about kiss my ass and don't tell me what to do?" she said nonchalantly.

"Fine, then stay back a bit. I wanna get info about where they are…their room, ya know? I am going to have to show my CSI ID to get the info, otherwise they won't give it to me" he whispered.

"OH!, Oh, oh, okay," she agreed realizing why he ordered her to the couch, and so she slinked back a bit.

Warrick told the guy behind the counter that he was CSI Warrick Brown from the Las Vegas Crime Lab and he needed to know the room number of a Nicholas Stokes. Warrick showed him his ID as he spoke. The small framed man with stubby fingers, punched in the information into his computer.

"I'm sorry, Sir, but there is no Nicholas Stokes registered," he looked up at Warrick.

"Not a Nick Stokes?" he frowned.

"Uh uh, no, Sir," he informed.

"But he is staying …Oh ya know what, check under Juliana Brown Stokes, please" he realized Jules probably was using her credit card and booked the room herself which only annoyed Warrick more since it meant she had this all planned.

"Yes, we do have a Juliana Stokes registered," he leaned forward toward Warrick and whispered, "7th Floor…Room 710. Is there any kind of problem?" he inquired.

"Oh, no, no, no worries, sir…Nick Stokes is a fellow CSI. No crime…yet," he mumbled the "yet" under his breath as he walked away.

Trista followed after him quickly.

Jules started to slink out from Nick's sleeping arms until she felt him grab her hand tightly.

"Where ya goin', Sunshine?" he mumbled still with his eyes closed.

"I thought I should get home," she said leaning back into him as he pulled her back.

"I can't let you go yet," he said with his eyes still closed and his hand still tightly around hers.

"Okay, you don't have to tell me twice... I don't want to leave either. I will stay a little longer." she sat back on the bed and snuggled down into his chest again.

The two of them laid together and spoke softly to one another. Nick wrapped some of her blonde hair around his fingers before speaking.

"Hey, ya know, Baby, we really don't have to make love every time you come see me…just having you in my arms is enough for me," he said as he stroked her bare back with his other hand.

"I know, Handsome, I know. I feel the same way...I'd love to spend hours just lying in your arms," she confessed.

"I miss going out with you too…ya know, out out," he twisted her hair as he spoke.

"We will, let's just enjoy right now. I have to find a way to prove to my brother and to my friends that you are not the bastard they think you are. I want them to know that I do not believe you slept with Brooke," she looked up at him.

Nick blew the air from his lungs knowing he has no proof of that or anything else. He knew she was going on faith alone.

"Well, I hope we figure it out soon. I miss my own bed. I miss my daughter sharing breakfast with me every morning and I miss reading her stories at night…I miss our life," he whispered sadly.

"But we are still missing answers, Texas. And we need them," she said as she laid her head on his bare chest, loving the feeling of his heartbeat on her cheek.

Nick nodded and they stayed quiet for a bit thinking about the nightmare they have been facing.

Finally Jules changes the subject completely.

"Are you hungry?" she asked Nick.

"No, you?" he answered.

"Nah, but I need something sweet maybe? I know! I want Tiramisu!"

"WHAT? That's my thing…you hate it!" he scooted up on the pillows.

"I know…but it sounds like it would be good right now," she laughs.

"Hand me the phone, I'll order it for ya," he whispered and kissed her head.

As Nick orders her a Tiramisu he puts his hand over the receiver and whispers again, "Ya sure? Really? I'm telling' ya, you hate Tiramisu! You always want a bite of mine and then try to spit it out!" he gives her the knowing look.

Jules nods dramatically letting him know she is sure. "I know what I want, Texas!"

He shakes his head at her and places an order for two.

Several minutes later, Warrick and Trista walked off the elevator together and headed to Room 710 angrily.

They weren't sure if they were doing the right thing. Trista suddenly thought maybe this wasn't the thing to do and Warrick sensed it.

"You getting cold feet?" Warrick asked her.

"Yeah, I think I am," she grimaced at him.

"I'm not. I want to look her in the eyes when she admits she lied to me. If you want to go back, now's the time," he looked at her.

She reached out her hand and rapped hard on the door.

"Just a minute!" Jules yelled.

"Damn, Babe, that was fast!" Nick said jerking his head back slightly with surprise.

"It's only a piece of dessert, how long can it take?" she laughed and crawled off the bed.

"COME ON, Darlin'! Must you crawl off the bed like that? Don't be showin' me that sexy, little, ass of yours like that!" He tried to slap it but she was too quick.

Jules laughed loudly, grabbed the shorts she took off earlier in order to get comfortable in bed with Nick, slipped them on quickly, and ran to open the door.

She froze instantly.

She stuttered.

No words could come from her lips.

She tried, but they wouldn't.

She knew her face turned white.

"Hey, Baby Girl, I thought we had a dinner date? I mean, that's what Trista said, right Trist?" he spoke firmly.

"Yyyyep," Trista agreed.

Jules swallowed hard and tears brimmed her eyes.

"Aren't ya gonna say anything? Or are you fresh out of LIES, Baby Girl?" Warrick said loudly.

Nick heard Warrick that time and jumped up. He looked around for his underwear that were hiding under the sea of white sheets.

He didn't have time to put on anything else on, and he quite frankly didn't care.

He was sick of being judged.

Sick of Warrick getting loud with his wife.

Sick of not being able to steal away with her without worrying about getting caught…and it never failed…the two of them always seemed to get caught.

Nick walked up behind Jules and stared at both Trista and Warrick expressionless.

"Well, Nicky Boy, you not only turned my sister into a fucking idiot but congratulations…she's a fucking liar now too!" he yelled directly at Nick.

"I'm sorry," Jules whispered. "I can explain…just come in," she held the door open a little farther.

"Yeah, no, I don't think so," Trista said and shook her head sadly.

Seeing Jules there with Nick, and knowing there was no way for her to get out of this one, hurt Trista deeply.

"Nah, Baby Girl, I see all I care to see" he looked at Nick in his gray boxer briefs and looked at her disgusted.

"I didn't want to upset you guys. I didn't want to let you know yet that I believe him. I trust him," she pleaded.

"SO YOU LIE?" Trista yells, 'YOU MAKE UP AN ELABORATE STORY?"

"Yeah, of course she'd lie… she learned it from the best…she learned it from HIM!" Warrick interjects.

Nick stares directly at him. "Ya know what Warrick, maybe if you listened to me…heard me out…maybe just maybe you would rethink what you THINK you KNOW!' Nick felt anger permeating from him.

"FUCK YOU ya cheating scumbag…I hope your daughter grows up proud of her parents…so impressive the two of you!" Warrick yells as he shakes his head.

Nick could handle a lot of things Warrick throws at Jules. He can handle anything he throws at him…anything except bringing his little girl into it.

Nick reaches out his arm and slightly pushes Jules aside. Jules felt herself breath in and hold her breath knowing Nick would not like what Warrick just said about his daughter.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, RICK!" he yelled loudly inches from Warrick's face.

"Reeaallll proud of her lying parents. Emma will have to deal with a stupid mother who falls for her cheating father's lies. She will…"

Warrick doesn't get to finish his sentence because the anger Nick felt from Warrick's words were so great he didn't even hesitate. Nick cocked his arm back and punched Warrick directly in the side of his face. Warrick stumbled sideways and was stunned a minute before he realized what happened. When he did, he lunged for Nick. Trista gasps and moves back; Jules does the same.

Nick cocks his arm back again and slams Warrick to the floor with one punch.

"I HAVE TOLD YOU BEFORE! DO NOT BRING MY DAUGHTER INTO THIS!" he said leaning down and grabbing Warrick up slightly by the front of his shirt. The fury in Nick's face was obvious and he was fiercely defending his family.

"NICK!" Trista and Jules yelled at the same time.

"Warrick, are ya done? Are ya finished talking shit about something you know nothing about? Ya finished talking about my wife and baby?" he screamed, still leaning over him, holding him by his shirt and keeping his arm back in position for another punch if Warrick chose the wrong answer.

"Get the fuck off of me, Nick! Just get the fuck off of me!" he bore holes through his brother-in-law.

Warrick knew he gave them both a low blow. He knew he deserved to be socked. He tried to push the envelope and he didn't get away with it. He could continue to fight Nick but he knew he was wrong and he knew Nick was irate. Nick would never tolerate anyone, even his best friend and brother in law, to talk shit about his family. Nick would have tolerated anything Warrick threw at him personally, but he was very sensitive when it came to Jules and Emma. He was ferocious about them which suddenly made Warrick wonder for a brief second how he could ever cheat on them. Nick was right; it didn't make sense. And yet…there was proof.

When Nick let go and Warrick got to his feet, he looked over at Jules who had her hand covering her mouth. He shook his head at her and she ran to the bathroom to get him a towel. She ran a piece of it under cold water before going back to him immediately. She looked at him and saw slight swelling on his cheek. She held the towel out to him and Warrick took it and pressed it to his face.

Jules took a deep breath and tried to explain. "You were out of line, Warrick. I am sorry…both of you...I am sorry that I got caught. I am not sorry I lied."

Warrick's eyes grew big and Trista was shocked.

"I'm not sorry because I wanted to keep you from worrying about me. I wanted to prove to you that Nick is not the bad guy you think he is. I wanted to prove it somehow. And I figured if I could, I would spare you the worry because you would know and you would believe him…like I do," she said sadly.

"You could have told me, Jules," Trista said sounding deeply hurt.

"I couldn't! I didn't want you to look at us the way you are looking at us right now. I wanted you to have the proof…then you would be able to let go of the hatred you have for him," she explained sincerely.

Trista took a deep breath, "I understand what you are saying, but I still don't agree with you… Not about Nick and not about lying," she shook her head. "I love you, Jules, and I still worry about how you are handling the revelation that Nick is a lying, cheating bastard. I am sorry you will have to find out the hard way…but you will, it's inevitable…Once a cheat; always a cheat. Trust me…I know." she looked at the ground before continuing. "Brett is staying with Emma and he is in his pajamas and happy to be lying on your couch…. I, on the other hand, would not be," she confessed. "And I am going home."

"How about you BOTH go home," Nick said harshly.

Jules shot him a nasty look.

Nick had enough of the judgment. He was tired of being called names that he couldn't even defend himself against. He knew he looked guilty but he was pretty damned sure he wasn't, and he needed his friends to believe him. If he didn't have Jules he would have no one. He had enough of being talked about and spoken to that way. As far as he was concerned he was just done. His hand hurt from socking Warrick, his head hurt from the anger, and for God's sakes he was standing in his underwear.

Security came running down the hallway quickly.

"We got a complaint there was a disturbance up here?" one said with a rough, deep voice.

"Yeah, no, no, we're leaving," Warrick said wiping some blood from his face.

"Yeah, well it looks like there was a fight to us," the smaller guy said reaching for his radio.

"It's okay, it's all good, we're LVPD CSI," Warrick told them and Nick nodded.

The bigger security guard looked at Nick in his underwear and nodded. "Okay, I get it. I get it. Caught with his wife?" he chuckled. "Just do me a favor, the two who aren't registered guests, please leave the premises. Unless you are taking the correct spouse with you and then switch. I don't know. I don't care. Just get!"

The security guard looked over at his partner, "Let it go, Troy, they got it settled."

"Yeah but, there was a…" the smaller guard began.

"Troy, they're LVPD, shut the fuck up," he said shaking his head at the obvious new guy.

And with that, the two men walked down the hall.

Trista and Warrick followed immediately after.

Jules stood staring at Nick as he shook his hand back and forth once the door was shut.

"God damn Warrick has a hard cheekbone," he said trying to diffuse what might be coming his way from Jules.

"Nick…Nick…" she said shaking her head exasperated, "I don't even know what to say."

Nick stared at her; he didn't either.

Jules surprised him by not being mad that he slugged her brother. Instead she walked to him, wrapped her arms around him and laid her head on his chest.

"This is crazy…all of it," she whispered.

"AND this is one downfall of having a best friend who is also your co-worker who also happens to be your brother-in-law" he pulled her back to look at her and he gave her a closed mouth smile.

"Everyone means well in this whole disaster, you realize that. Warrick, Trista, and me…but it just turned into an even bigger mess," she said as he leans in and kisses her forehead.

"Aghhh, did you really have to hit him, Nicky?" she whispered.

"Yep," he said assuredly, "yes, I did,"

"I guess I should be happy there's no backsplatter on the walls then?" she looked up at him.

"WHAAAT?" he looked at her like she was crazy, " Oh…,my…God…you mean 'blood spatter'?" he laughed hard and gripped her tighter finding her adorable.

"Yeah, sorry, you know what I mean…a big huge fight…a blood bath," she grinned like a little kid.

"Yeah, then I suppose you should be happy there was no cast off, ya knuckle head." he rubbed his knuckles into her head.

"Just trying to lighten up this who fucking disaster, Cowboy," she gives him a sorrowful face.

Nick pulls her back to his chest and hugs her tight before she pulls away.

"I better get back to our daughter. I am sure Brett is tired," she nods at him and walks over to her purse.

Jules digs around and finds her phone inside.

"Now if only I didn't shove this in my purse," she held her phone up, "I would have been able to lie to both of them better," she laughed joking before she squinted her eyes and stared at her phone. "Hey, I got a text from Brett," she informs Nick.

Jules reads the text message aloud:

Hi sugah

Going 2 sleep here 2nite. U stay w ur hunk of man n relax.

Im sure the shit hit the fan by now.

Call me in the morn.

Emma will b fine.

Love u!

B

Jules looked up and smiles wide at Nick.

"Take your underwear off, Handsome," she unbuttons her shorts and they fall to the floor, "Brett is stayin' at our house!" she grins.

"I love how you just said 'our house' and I gotta say, I love that guy!" Nick yells.

"Better not let him hear that…he might try to be the next Brooke Latham on you," she smirked and together they crawled back in to the Bellagio bed.

"Cowboy, I don't want to think about annnything that just happened here tonight. I just want to lie in your big, strong, arms and feel like everything is okay," she snuggled into the crook of his arm.

"Everything will be okay, Darlin'," he whispered and squeezed her to him tighter, "…it's gotta be."

Jules looked up at him and smiled truly believing him.

"Nick?" she whispered sweetly.

"Let me guess…You love me?" he chuckled.

"Well, yeah, but…" she paused.

"BUT?" he looked down at her.

"But I never did get my Tiramisu," she said sadly.

Nick just laughed and kissed her head.

"Baby, everything is gonna be okay…even if you don't get Tiramisu tonight."

Jules smiles wide, rests her head back on Nick's chest, and drapes her arm over him.

And in her heart…she believed everything really would be okay.