I do not, nor have I ever, owned CSI or CSI characters.

Rated T - for language

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Here is some of our sexy Nick Stokes doing things in everyday life...

How is it that bringing in groceries is sexy simply because Nick Stokes is the one doing it?

Swoon.

I have also included some Nick & Emma time...

I know you all love to see him in Daddy mode. He is such a good one, isn't he?

Swoon, again.

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Come on...pretty please?

Grabbing several bags of groceries at one time, Nick had the plastic bags looped around just about every finger but couldn't fit the last four so he figured he would just make another trip back for them. As he turned from the trunk of his Jeep Cherokee, he looked up and smiled when he saw Jules and Emma pull in next to him.

"Hey, Darlin', just in time to carry all the bags in for me!" he joked.

Nick didn't really want her to take in any of them.

He had it under control; he just loved teasing her.

Jules smiled wide as she got out of her vehicle and kissed him quickly on the lips before heading to the other side to grab her daughter from her car seat.

Nick made a swooshing noise as she walked away from.

"I love your ass in those jeans, Sunshine," he said in a heavy Texan drawl before she opened the car door to get Emma.

"You're a pervert," she smirked.

"No, you just have a nice ass," he said adamantly as he shook his head back and forth as he laughed.

Jules shook her head and rolled her eyes as she opened the car door, unbuckled her daughter, and scooted her up onto her hip.

Emma wiggled off her mother to get to her father quickly. Emma ran to him and Nick turned to greet her.

"Hi, Daddy," she grinned and put her hands up to him.

"Awww, I'm sorry, Sweetheart, Daddy can't pick you up because I have no more hands! See?" he gave her a sad face and raised both of his arms slightly showing her the many bags of groceries that hung from every finger and each of his wrists, "But you can walk inside with me, okay?"

Jules turned back, went to her truck, and looked around inside, first on her front seat and then the back.

"Oh shit!" she yelled.

Emma gasped loudly, "Ooohh Mommy, you saided a bad wawd, you saided it and I heared you!" Emma reprimanded.

"Sorry, Honey, you're right, I did," she winced realizing her error in saying a bad word.

"What's up? What's wrong?" Nick furrowed his brow and nodded upward as he asked her.

"I left her swim bag in the locker room," Jules told him annoyed at herself.

"So, you can go back and get it, right?" he asked.

Jules nodded as she frowned at herself.

"Don't worry, it's no big deal," Nick said calmly, "it'll still be there. Go, I have Emma."

"Okay, let me take the rest of the bags in first though," she walked toward the trunk as she offered.

"No, no, leave 'um… just go," he waved her on with his head.

"Okay, I will be right back," Jules said and hopped back in her truck and pulled away.

"Come on, Pretty Girl, these are heavy, I need you to come inside with me," he said as a way to make sure his daughter stayed close.

Nick turned and walked to the front door; Emma was close behind him jumping over each of the lines in the walkway as she followed.

"Me can be yaw helper, right, Daddy? Me can help you?" Emma asked hopefully.

"You sure can, my Big Girl!" Nick told her sweetly walking up the front steps.

"Me can help…Me… Can… Help…me can help…" she said with every hop up each step.

Nick placed the groceries on the kitchen floor and opened the bottom corner cabinet.

"Ok, Emmy, you see this bag? It has lots and lots of cans in it," Nick pointed and Emma looked at her dad and nodded as Nick continued,

"I want you to sit here on the floor and put each can inside this cabinet," Nick said slowly making sure she grasped the concept.

"Can you do that for, Daddy? It would be a very big help," he told her.

Emma grinned. "Me can do dat faw you, Dad! I is gonna do dat now!" she said proudly and sat down on the floor in front of the cabinet with the bag near her leg.

"I'll be right back, I am going to go get the last few bags, okay, Honey?" he told her.

Emma smiled at him, "Me is lining dem up on the spinny shelf, Daddy!" she said ignoring where he was going and spinning the lazy-susan inside the cabinet.

"That's awesome, Emmy! You're doing a wonderful job! I knew you could do it!" he encouraged her as she dug through the bag and began lining each can up on the shelf.

Nick knew he would be back in a second and she wouldn't even notice he was gone.

"That'll take her a good twenty minutes," he laughed to himself thinking about how such a small task can keep a toddler busy for quite some time.

As he walked out the front door and back to the truck he grabbed the other four bags, twisting the plastic bag handles around his fingers again. He smiled realizing they were more cans, and although they were too heavy to be dangling from his fingers, he knew it would be more cans to keep his little girl busy and happy.

Slamming his trunk down with his bent elbow, he stood for a moment and squinted when he saw a little, maroon, compact car pull up. He noticed it said Hertz Rental on the front license plate cover, but he had no clue who it was inside the vehicle so he waited at the back of his truck and watched carefully as the car pulled up in front of his driveway sideways blocking it completely. His stomach dropped as he watched the blonde woman get out of the car.

"Oh, no, no, no, oh fuck," Nick whispered under his breath.

"Nicky!" she yelled loudly walking around her car and partially up the driveway.

Nick took a deep breath of disgust and shook his head. He walked, with his grocery bags still wrapped around his fingers, to the middle of the driveway.

"Brooke, it is not a good idea for you to be here," he said sternly.

"I needed to talk to you…I need to understand….I need answers, Nicky…" she said frantically and stopping at the end of the driveway facing him.

The grocery bags had grown even heavier as they hung from his hands. He thought about putting them down but he did not want to encourage this visit.

He swallowed hard at the thought of Jules pulling up soon.

Nick knew this was not going to be good.

In fact, Nick knew this could be nothing less...

...then a recipe for disaster.