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Rated T for language and sexual flashbacks.
Here is a nice long chapter for you but...
...it is a Warrick & Trista based Chapter with Nick & Jules chiming in to each of them.
Please let me know if you like it. I have had some of you ask for them...so here it is.
I know there is more to tie up and it will happen, patience readers, have patience.
I know you worry for our dear characters but we gotta keep it real or my story won't be very entertaining.
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He sat in his truck alone and waited silently; he heard only the sound of his heart pounding inside him. Through the darkness he could see Nick in the glow of his porch light saying goodbye to Jules and stealing one last kiss from her before leaving the house. Neither Nick nor Jules could possibly know just how happy and grateful he was that Nick was innocent and undeniably faithful. He secretly loved the way they adored each other. He secretly wished that for himself, too. He also secretly felt sick about the way Trista dismissed him. He rested his head back on the headrest of his truck.
"She wouldn't even look at me," he grumbled softly, "She wouldn't even acknowledge me?"
He was not used to impervious reactions from chicks that he had hooked up, never mind ones he was with just days earlier. But Trista, Trista seemed indifferent…unaffected…uninterested. She made no effort to make eye contact with him, or even small talk. Hell, she wasn't even interested in being in the same room with him never mind any desire to chase him. He found his ego very wounded and his mind completely overcrowded with thoughts. He found it hard to concentrate on anything that was said in the foyer of his sister's home.
At first, as he sat in his car waiting for Nick, all Warrick could think about was how Trista didn't seemed impressed by how great their sex was. How she didn't seem to care if she was with him again or not. But his thoughts quickly changed gears and suddenly all he could think about was how impressed HE was with her. He thought about her lips. The way she kissed. The way she screamed his name that night. The way she told him how amazing he was in bed…
Warrick breathed out the air from his lungs when he thought about how, when he leaned down to help her pick up the hair bows and socks, he felt her head brush against his. He could smell her perfume and his heart seemed to recognize it. He didn't intend to touch her hand, he just instinctively went toward it, but she backed away.
He closed his eyes and swallowed hard. Was he really actually thinking about Trista? Could he possibly really be hung up on his sister's annoying-pain in the ass-best friend? He has known her forever! This was crazy. He was just being stupid. And yet, she was all he could think about.
Trista was far from impervious…far from ambivalent. She was actually extremely rattled by her unexpected run in with Warrick. In fact, as soon as she left the foyer and went into the kitchen, out of sight, she braced her sweaty palms against the cool, granite countertop. She took a deep breath and tried to tell her heart to stop beating so hard and fast. She could hear Jules and Nick still talking to Warrick and she wished they would shut the fuck up and let him leave already. She felt the prickles from sweat forming under her shirt and on the back of her neck.
Trista had not seen Warrick since they had wild sex just days earlier. She was hoping not to see him for at least a week or two…when everything could possibly be swept under the rug and forgotten. She almost pulled away when she drove up to Jules' house but she knew she couldn't. Jules and Nick lived in a Cul de sac which meant she would have been seen driving in and out of it for no apparent reason; it would have been ridiculous. It would have looked insane and she knew it, so she drove in and acted completely natural; as if it was no big deal. She pretended to not care one way or another about seeing him…in reality her insides felt like they were being drop kicked.
She couldn't understand this feeling. It was so bizarre to her. She never got this clammy and crazed over a guy before, never mind HIM. Was this for real? She still could not wrap her brain around having a one night stand with him. She still couldn't wrap her brain around how intoxicating his kiss was. She could not wrap her brain around how incredible the sex was with him...the way he touched her…the way he made her scream out his name…the way…
Trista shook her head trying to sweep away the thoughts she was having yet again about Warrick Brown. It was consuming her and it freaked her out to no end. She couldn't handle this. It was crazy. It was insane. It was Warrick! Pain in the ass-get on my last nerve-get out of my face-Warrick fucking Brown! She was just being stupid. It wasn't real. That's why she wouldn't answer his calls, because it was absolutely ludicrous…absolutely ridiculous. It just was NOT possible.
She needed a drink.
Trista walked to the refrigerator, open the stainless steel door, and immediately looked for liquor. She didn't care what kind…a beer, a wine cooler, anything…she didn't care… it didn't matter….she just needed to take the edge off and she needed to stop this ridiculous behavior immediately. It was stupid.
Finding an already opened bottle of wine she grabbed it quickly and sighed a sigh of relief. She poured herself a glass and guzzled it in one shot before pouring herself another one. She had to make sure she didn't drink it all; she didn't want to send up a red flag to Jules that something was going on with her. Jules would know something was wrong if suddenly her bottle of wine was completely empty in a matter of minutes. So, Trista put down her second glass of wine, and made sure Jules got a glass too.
"Oh, would you just get the fuck out of here, Warrick," she whispered under her breath.
When she heard the door close and Jules yell out to Nick about knowing he was checking that the door was locked, she breathed the air out of her lungs and brought both glasses of wine to the table.
Opening the door on the passenger's side of the truck, Nick got inside. He looked over at Warrick who backed out of his driveway immediately without even acknowledging Nick. Nick nodded his head slowly and subtly to himself; the investigator in him was sensing something was definitely up with his best friend.
"What's up with you, man?" Nick asked squinting at Warrick.
"Me? Nothin'…why?" he said turning out of Nick's development.
"Nah, you're not right…something ain't right with you," Nick pried.
"What? You're crazy, man, what are you talking about!" Warrick said trying to brush him off.
"You and Trista? What was up with that?" Nick continued.
"Up with what? We didn't even say anything to each other!" Warrick said emphatically, "What are you talking about?" he scoffed and kept his eyes on the road.
"THAT is exactly what I am talkin' about, Rick!" he nodded, "I have never seen the two of you not trading jabs with each other! You two can't be in the same room together without calling each other some kind of name or trying hard to aggravate one another," he stared at Warrick for answers.
"I didn't feel like it tonight; I couldn't be bothered," he said trying to cover for himself.
Trista had warned him. She told him NO ONE was to know about their night of hot sex. Suddenly he didn't want to betray her. He listened to her and was doing what she asked.
"And you helped her so quickly?" Nick continued to pry.
"I always help her…I help my sister…I help! I help people, Nick!" he defended himself.
"Mmmm hmmm," he mumbled suspiciously and then he paused.
Suddenly, whipping his head toward Warrick, he yelled out, "YOU! You and Trista! You slept with her didn't you!" Nick slapped his hand on the dashboard as his mouth hung open.
"Whhhhaaat? Oh my God! Are you out of your fuckin' mind!" Warrick's face winced with pretend disgust. "You're fuckin' crazy! What have you been smokin' tonight?" he said acting if he was utterly horrified at the thought and completely annoyed.
"You did! You banged her AND you are fucking hung up on her now, too!" Nick said nodding convinced he figured it out.
Nick started to laugh and then laugh a little harder before continuing.
"And she ain't giving you the time of day! Ha haaah" Nick said and laughed with his famous laugh that his wife adores.
"You're fucking crazy, Nick, ya know that?" he squashed up his face disgustedly and denied it.
"I cannot believe it! I cannot freakin' believe it! I never saw this one coming! Well…" Nick squished up his face in thought as he continued, "There were a few annoying arguments you two had when I felt like telling the both of you to just go fuck each other and get it over with already but…" he shook his head, "Naw…naw, man, I did not see this one coming!"
Nick drummed his hands on the dashboard again laughing quietly, "Noooo ssshhhit! You and Trista. I cannot believe it. Jules will be floored," he said talking mostly to himself.
Warrick jerked his truck to the side of the road and jammed on his breaks.
Nick looked at him with a startled look.
"NICK, I am telling you right now…there is NO me and Trista so don't start rumors and be telling' my sister shit that ain't true…got it?" he raised his voice adamantly.
Nick nodded and smirked. He stayed silent for a minute and then couldn't help himself.
"Haa haaa…you slept with Trista!" he laughed again.
"Fuck you, Nick. No, really…ffffuucck yyyoou," Warrick said annoyed that his brother in law figured it out and knew the truth.
Nick had a smirk on his face the rest of the way to the LVPD Crime Lab and occasionally chuckled under his breath as they drove. Once they pulled into Warrick's parking spot, Nick reached in the backseat to grab his case but Warrick grabbed his arm and squeezed it hard and tightly.
"Nick," he stared at him directly in the eyes.
Nick stared back at him still with a smirk that aggravated Warrick.
"NICK…I am telling you to stop this bullshit…you do NOT know what you are talking…" he said before Nick cut him off.
"Oh jussst ssshhhut the fuckkk uppp, Rick," Nick said laughing and pulled his arm away from Warrick. "I investigate shit for a living…you think I can't spot things going on right in front of my face? The way you two acted tonight? Please! Spare me, would ya?" he shook his head laughing, "I already know that you slept with her, Warrick, I do! I just want to know when it happened, how it happened, where…you know! It's a shocker, man!" he insisted.
Warrick looked down and shook his head feeling defeated in his inability to lie his way out of his brother in law's conclusion.
"Annnndd I fuckin' KNOW she's gotten under your skin, man! She has! Oh, she fuckin' has! You are freakin' hung up on her, Bro!" Nick continued to laugh harder.
"No! No I am not, you're fuckin' sick!" Warrick defended himself loudly trying hard to not let the cat out of the bag, "You fucking suck as an investigator, Nick, because you are way off base here!"
Nick continued to laugh his famous laugh as he opened the truck door and got out.
"You have it bad for TRISTA…I cannot fucking believe this one. I just can't!" he carried on further annoying his best friend.
"Fuck you, Nick…fuck you…" Warrick repeated himself. "You are so wrong it is embarrassing…you're makin' as ass out of yourself, man…a real fuckin' dumb ass," he insisted, "You better go back to being a Level One because you really do suck as an investigator!"
As CSIs Warrick Brown and Nick Stokes walked through the parking lot toward the Las Vegas Crime Lab, the two grown men continued to act like grade school boys all the way inside the building.
Jules smiled wide all the way into the kitchen. She was still chuckling over how she knew Nick was checking to make sure she dead bolted the door after he left. All she could think about was how much she loved that man, how happy she was that all the pieces welded instantly back together again without skipping a beat. They were right back where they started…happy. No, they were even better…they were even happier. She let her hand graze her stomach as she walked into the kitchen.
"What's up, Sistah," Jules said to her best friend jokingly.
Trista was taking another gulp of her wine and was already nearly finished with her second glass.
Jules continued unaware of her nervousness.
"That was so nice of you to buy Emmy those adorable accessories. I so love, love, love them! LOVE them!" she said excitedly.
"Me too," Trista said after she swallowed another gulp.
"I'm glad you stopped by. I love when you come hang with me," Jules said as she began making a cup of tea.
"Hey, forget the tea…I poured you a glass of wine," Trista said handing it to her.
"Thanks, but um, I'm not in the mood right now, you can have it," she said and put it down on the counter, "My, um, my stomach is bothering me a little…I'll just have tea."
Trista nodded unaware of why Jules refused a nice glass of wine. Instead, Trista dumped it into her glass happily, making it three glasses of wine within minutes. She could feel herself relaxing already.
"So, what's been up with you? Can you believe what I told you?" Jules said referring to their phone conversation when she found out about Brooke's sick and twisted attempt to ruin hers and Nick's marriage.
"No, no, it is fucking crazy is what it is," Trista said shaking her head.
"Isn't it!" Jules shook her head too.
"Again, I am really sorry for trashing Nick like that, I just…I thought he was hurting my girls, ya know?" she explained.
"Don't be stupid, Trist! I know…Nick knows. He even told me he respects how you protected me. He is thankful you are such a good friend to me. You stood up for me…you carried me when I needed you most…" Jules choked up just saying it…she was getting emotional easily these days.
Jules meant it. Trista did carry her through it. She was her shoulder and she kept Emma's life intact too. She was her rock…her and Warrick both.
"You and Warrick…" Jules began.
Jules was about to say the two of them were her rock through all of this, but Trista cut her off quickly.
"What? What? Why do you say me and Warrick? Why?" she rambled almost frantically.
Jules squished her face up at her, "Oh, don't start…you two were actually good to each other in there…now you are gonna get all 'don't put me in the same sentence with Warrick' on me?" Jules laughed. "I hope one of these days you two will finally get along!"
"Oh. Yeah. Oh, um," Trista giggled embarrassed.
"Did you drink this…"Jules stopped short and lost focus. She was about to ask her about the bottle of wine being empty. She didn't care she actually thought it was funny that Trista was downing it so fast. But she stopped because she noticed Trista's neck. "HEY! Is that? IS THAT A HICKY ON YOUR NECK!"A Jules screeched.
Trista reached up and touched her neck nervously. She had noticed it before and tried to hide it with make-up. Her stomach dropped from her instant thought of Warrick sucking hard on her neck as the fucked furiously. Trista's stomach dropped more at the incredible memory than the fact that Jules was pointing it out.
"IT IS! YOU HAVE A HICKY!" Jules laughed hard. "Oh my God! When did you hook up? And with WHO?" she pried excitedly for some juicy scoop, "You dirty dog you! And you didn't TELL ME!"
"Oh, I, uh," Trista laughed nervously, "just some guy…it was, uh, yeah, nobody," she stuttered.
"I don't know him, huh? Guy at work…the bar?" she asked but didn't wait for her answer.
She had no idea she would not only know him but…it was her brother. "Bitch, you better tell me evvvvvverything!" she grinned while she finished pouring her cup of tea, scurried over to the kitchen table, and sat down across from her best friend.
Trista was feeling a buzz and, knowing her best friend didn't know who she was talking about, she was actually excited to finally share with someone how great the sex was. Had she not been buzzed she would have kept it secret but instead she let it all out.
"OH…MY….GODDDD," she squeezed her head with both hands and dragged them downward, "Jules, oh…you…cannot even imagine. Never in my life…NEVER, I am not kidding when I say that…do you understand? NEVVVVER!" she took a deep breath and breathed out loudly.
"Realllly? Why? What was so great? TELL ME!" she took a sip of her tea as she smiled.
"Because…it was just hot. I mean, unexpected, unplanned, just primal…fucking primal!" she admitted loudly.
"Uh huh," Jules egged her on.
"Yep, like, I'm talking bend me over like a rag doll and take me like a beast," she slurred a bit as the wine took it's affect, "Jules, he went down on me with some sort of magic, I am not kidding," she rubbed her hands over her face and her heart raced at the memory.
"Wow. Realllly? Wow, very hot," Jules nodded.
"VERY, VERY, hot! And he was huge. No, I don't mean big…I mean HUGE. I mean like Holy Shit huge!" She shook her head with disbelief just at the mere thought.
"You are kidding me…when did this happen?" Jules asked intrigued.
"I don't know the other day," she brushed off the question.
"Where? At the bar?" Jules asked.
"No, his house," she told her and was about to continue but Jules interrupted with more questions.
"Have you talked to him since?" she wondered.
"JULES! Do you want to hear about my sexcapade or the who, what, where, when, boring shit?" she tried to divert those kind of questions back to the sex.
"Oh, okay, okay, sorry," Jules chuckled and told her to go on.
As Jules and Trista sat at the kitchen table, they continued to dish about the mystery man that gave Trista the ride of a lifetime. And, as Trista gave her every exciting detail, Jules listened, laughed, and asked questions all without knowing that the mystery man who was incredible in bed, was actually no stranger…he was her brother.
...He was Warrick Brown.