I do not own CSI.

Rated T for foul language.

Ok, folks...my Traffic Log has failed again which means I have no idea how many of you are reading.

Which now means you MUST review or else I don't think any of you are interested and I have no readers...surely you want to know what happens with our Nick and Jules, right? Don't you want to know if they survive Brooke?

If they survive Cole?

If they have another baby? What will it be? A Boy or a Girl? Name?

Trista and Warrick?Will they hook up again? Will Jules find out about it?

There are so many loose ends to tie up...it would be a shame not to finish it.

Sigh. Oh the humanity of it all!

Okay, I got this chapter out for you so I don't leave you hanging on a wire waiting to know how Jules will handle the sight of her daughter in Brooke Latham's arms.

Oh boy...there is drama...there is trouble...there is once again a trust Jules has in Nick that is unending...

Read on and please take a moment to review (in detail if you can!) so I know you want me to continue.

Thank you, Darlings! Now I hope you ENJOY!

Jules was singing along with the music when she saw Nick talking in the driveway to someone standing a couple feet away from him. The closer she got the more nervous she became. She turned her radio down as if it would somehow control her panic. She saw her daughter being held by the woman she most wanted to kill. She sped up and parked across the street since Brooke's car was blocking her driveway.

As she got out of her truck she looked at Nick who stood in the middle of the driveway. Nick looked at Jules and she spotted the fear in his eyes and that made her want to sink to the ground.

Brooke didn't seem to notice Jules. Brooke didn't seem to notice anything anymore.

"SORT THIS OUT, NICKY? Seriously? There is nothing to sort out! I am in over my head with degenerate people…He threatened me…she threatened sex acts on me…this is a nightmare!" she screamed and Emma jumped.

"YOU created this nightmare, Brooke!" Nick said growing increasingly uneasy and he could feel it.

He knew he needed to stay calm for Emma and for Brooke's stability.

"Brooke, we've been friends a long time, Darlin', right? We can talk about anything…let's talk about it, " he put his hands up disarmingly still holding the phone, "Maybe we can get a hold of Ship? How about Josh and Anna? Sherry? Rob? All of them…we will all sit down like old times and talk about it, okay?"

"NO! There is nothing to talk about anymore! You did this to me, Nicky!" she screamed, "I don't care about the money Cole paid me anymore…I just want YOU back….and now I got them threatening me…I can't take it anymore, Nicky," she said sadly.

Nick gulped. He didn't want Jules to hear that.

"I got a madman who can get to me even while he is in prison…I made a deal with the Devil, Nicky! Jimmy Cole is the devil and I don't know how to get out of it!" she told him fearfully. "I am scared!" she began to cry.

Nick didn't care about Brooke's tears. He saw the fear in his daughter's eyes. He saw his little girl's bottom lip turn down, and he could see her becoming very upset.

"GIVE ME MY GODDAMN DAUGHTER, BROOKE!" Nick was losing his composure.

He had no more soothing words for her.

He was all out of patience.

Jim Brass saw Nick Stokes calling him and he answered rather quickly.

"What's up, Nick?" he said but heard nothing on the other end.

"Nick? Nick, you there?" he could hear faint speaking before suddenly hearing him yell something about giving him back his daughter.

Brass stood up and closed his office door to hear better.

Suddenly he was getting the idea that Nick and his little girl were in trouble. This realization made Brass's heart pound in his chest.

Jim Brass had a soft spot for Nick's family. He had seen them through a lot and he was happy they made it through it all. When Jules lay dying he could feel the sadness for Nick and Warrick and he never, ever, forgot it. When they got married he flew out to Texas for the celebration. When they had their daughter it reminded him of Ellie and he fell in love with that little girl too.

Hearing Nick scream that he wanted his daughter made Brass weak in the knees.

Brass picked up the phone on his desk and ordered two units to the Stokes' residence immediately. He jumped up from his seat and wasn't sure if he should be relieved to see Warrick walking out of the lab or if he should dodge him like the plague. He knew he couldn't hold this information back. He might not know what it all meant, but he just didn't like what his gut was saying. He decided he should tell Warrick. Walking out into the hall completely, he met Warrick head on.

"Rick, don't panic, okay?" he said nervously.

"About what, Brass?" he frowned.

"I think we got trouble at your sister's house," he winced at the look on Warrick's face.

"My sister? Is she in trouble?" he said lowering the folder he was carrying and almost spilling its contents.

"I don't know, I just could hear Nick yelling at someone…he obviously made the call to let me know something was wrong," Brass said trusting his instincts.

"Brooke? Brooke fuckin' Latham? I know it…Oh God…" he said and the two men tore off to Brass's car.

Jules watched in horror as Nick was becoming unglued. She looked at him speechless. He looked back at her and shook his head slowly letting her know she was not to say one word.

She understood what he was telling her and she obeyed.

Nick focused back to Brooke as cans left the confines of their grocery bag and began to roll past his feet and down the driveway. Emma spotted the cans immediately and pushed herself away from Brooke.

"Let me go now…dat my job!" she said staring at the cans.

"No, you stay with me, Emma!" she held tighter.

"I get to do dat…I help Daddy wit cans…Daddy said dat me can do dem!" she said angrily and frowned. "Ohhh!" Emma gasped watching the cans roll into the street, "OH NO! You letting dem rowl into da steet!"

Nick wondered if his toddler's strong will would get to the very unstable Brooke who obviously needed to be treated with kid gloves.

"Emmy, you can still do the cans, Honey, just be patient, okay?" he soothed her.

"Dem cans aw my job, Dad, you said dat, right?" she nodded emphatically.

"Just shut up about the fucking cans, EMMMMA!" Brooke shook her.

Jules could feel the fury building, but she also felt relief when she heard the sound of sirens and saw the look on Nick's face telling her to stay right there. She knew she could trust her husband and so, with every ounce of restraint she could muster up, she stayed right where she was.

Two marked police cars pulled up as Nick watched his daughter's lip quiver. Brooke yelled at his baby and it upset her terribly.

"DON'T start fucking crying now!" she said and grabbed Emma's face and squeezed her cheeks together hard, "DO you hear me? You got more of your mother in you than I thought!" she yelled in his little girl's face and Emma began to cry hard.

"I SAID STOP CRYING!" Brooke grabbed Emma's ponytail and yanked it, "You look like your mother when you cry! Those same Goddamn eyes!"

This enraged Nick more then he ever could imagine. Nick felt his daughter was now in danger and it made an animal instinct inside him become unleashed.

Jules and the two officers, who were already out of their cruisers, watched with shock as Nick made a beeline for Brooke's neck with one hand.

Nick Stokes had never, in all his life, ever touched a woman violently. Even Jolene Parker got away with far too much without being harmed in any way, but this…Brooke holding his little girl against her will, threatening to take her, putting her hands roughly on her face, pulling her hair, and making her cry hysterically sent him over the edge.

Nick didn't even realize he was grabbing Brooke by her neck and pushing her backward all the way to her car. With his other arm he scooped his daughter over onto his hip and she clung to him with fear. Even as Emma wrapped her arms around her father's neck tightly and buried her face in his neck, Nick never took his hand off Brooke's neck. He continued to hold a tight grip even after she began gasping for air. He slammed her against the side of the maroon, compact car and pinned her there by the throat. Jules ran to him and immediately grabbed Emma from him, whisking her off and running into the house with her to shield her from the violence and chaos.

Once his daughter was off of him, Nick began to yell and the veins in his neck bulged.

"YOU EVER, EVVVER TOUCH MY DAUGHTER AGAIN, I WILL KILL YOU…DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME? DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH MY LITTLE GIRL AGAIN…DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME, BROOKE? DON'T YOU EVER LAY A FINGER ON MY DAUGHTER!" he screamed in her face.

Brass and Warrick pulled up in time to see the ferocity Nick was uncharacteristically unleashing on Brooke Latham. Warrick knew, as soon as he saw Nick putting his hands on Brooke, that Brooke must have done something to Nick's wife or daughter to set him off like that. Warrick wasted no time and ran directly into the house disregarding Nick's temper and going straight for his sister and niece.

Officer Turner and Captain Jim Brass grabbed Nick's shoulders as Brooke beat on his chest to let her go.

"STOKES! STOKES! STOP!" Officer Turner yelled.

Brass grabbed Nick's shoulder.

"Nick, I get it…Believe me…I've got a daughter…I understand that you will die for your kids…but I can handle this…trust me. You trust me, Nick?" he spoke firmly yet softly.

Nick snapped back to reality when he heard Brass's words. He let go of Brooke's neck and she gasped for air.

He stopped.

He did trust Brass.

He knew Jim understood the innate reaction was to protect your child at any cost.

Nick Stokes was willing to even take down a woman if it meant he was protecting his daughter.

Nick backed up and leaned over, breathing hard, he rested his palms on his thighs, and looked down at the ground in order to catch his breath.

Brass looked at Officer Turner who was looking from Nick to Brass as if to ask who should he arrest.

Brass shook his head in regards to Nick and nodded toward Brooke.

"Turner, read her her rights and get her the hell out of here!" he screamed and headed over to Nick. "Book her for assault on a minor, attempted kidnapping, and trespassing, got it? And get her in the back of your car NOW!"

Both officers took part in arresting Brooke Latham and getting her off of the Stokes' property in a flash.

Brass put his hand on Nick's shoulder and saw immediately that Nick was holding back his tears and trying to regain his composure. Nick was completely aware that he had just lost all control over himself and it was startling for him.

"I think I could have killed her, Brass," he said admitted with shame.

"Listen, I've known you for a long time, Nick, you are not a guy who puts their hands on women…don't you dare feel you were wrong here, this was different! YOU did what you had to to protect your kid, do you hear me?" he defended Nick's actions.

Nick looked up at Brass and let out the air from his lungs.

"Where are they? Where is Jules and Emma?" he asked.

"Inside, Nick, inside," Brass said quietly.

He didn't say anything more. He simply nodded, turned and began to walk away quickly.

All Nick Stokes needed was to go find his wife and daughter….

…and that is exactly what he did.