I do not own CSI. I don't own their characters. I make this shit up as I go along.
Rated M for dirty language & sex talk.
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This Chapter is Nick finally having an opportunity to get even with Warrick.
Nick never knew how much fun revenge could be...
He never realized how much he had let slide with Warrick and now wants to get even once and for all.
And so...he purposely makes the poor guy want to vomit for real.
Poor Warrick!
Standing only in his boxer briefs in the middle of his kitchen, he leaned into the fridge and grabbed the orange juice carton. He didn't even realize he was still smiling from the incredible sex he just had with his wife on the couch and floor of their living room.
"Whooosh," he made a swooshing sound showing how good it was for him, "In-fucking-credible" he mumbled to himself just from the thought of it.
Bringing the carton of orange juice over to the counter he noticed Jules' cell phone sitting on the counter top. Setting the carton down, he looked around surreptitiously and then grinned like a adolescent boy.
Nick still can't help but torture Warrick now that he was in over his head with Trista. He should feel bad about it since he can see Warrick is in a bad place over it, but he feels this childish need to needle him the way he has tortured Nick for years. He knows the best way to make Warrick sick is to tell him how he goes at it with his sister.
"Payback's a bitch, ain't it, Rick?"
Giggling like a school boy, Nick picks up Jules' cell phone, and sends a text to Warrick as if it was from Jules and "meant" to be sent to Nick.
"Oops, sorry Warrick, did I send that to you?" he chuckles sarcastically and begins typing.
Nick
Em is sleepin Hurry home!
i want u 2 rock my world AGAIN
w/ ur HUGE cock! cant stop thinking
about how good u are..i want u!
i need u NOW! Cum home!
Xoxo Jules
Nick could hardly type the text he was laughing so hard; he tried hard to stifle it.
He knew Warrick might actually puke when he reads it.
He also knew Jules will kill him when she finds out but he didn't care. It would be so worth it.
"Fuck you, Bro, you have tortured me for years…you earned this!" he whispered under his breath.
And it was true, Warrick really did.
Warrick had just pulled into his driveway when he heard his phone beep indicating he had a text message. He smiled when he saw it was from his sister. His smile quickly faded and his stomach literally churned when he read it. It wasn't for him at all. She must have accidentally sent it to him instead of to Nick. He felt absolutely nauseous. He felt disgusted. He swore he just threw up in his mouth.
He couldn't type fast enough and he kept wincing from the thought of what she was saying and yelling "Uuuuckkk" out loud in his car.
He knew she was an adult. He knew she and Nick were crazy like that. But for God's sake the thought of them was just gross, not to mention hearing that dirty talk come from his little sister. Jules was his baby and Warrick thought that if he did have parents he would rather walk in on them than hear about Jules getting it on with Nick.
WAT THE FUCK IS WRONG W/ U?
U SENT THIS 2 ME!
IM SO SICK RITE NOW
DISGUSTING!
-W
Nick was sucking back a glass of orange juice when he heard her phone beep. He picked up the phone and looked at the text Warrick sent back and he nearly spit his orange juice across the room. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and doubled over laughing as quietly as he possibly could. Once he managed to pull himself together, he deleted Warrick's message to hide it from his wife. As he left the kitchen he gave a "Ha-Haah" Nick Stokes' laugh and strutted up the stairs to take a shower.
"That's right, Tough Guy, my cock is big and your sister wants it," he laughed before singing to himself silently... ""Ssssuckkkkerrr!"
Wearing only a simple blue cotton tank over a white one, Jules was standing in her underwear while blowing out her hair when Nick walked into their room.
"Did I hear you laughing downstairs?" she asked clicking off the blow dryer.
"Oh, yeah, a little, it was nothin'. I was reading something funny in the paper," he smirked inwardly and went into the bathroom.
Jules nodded and shrugged her shoulders before clicking the hair dryer back on and brushing out her hair.
She was completely unaware of the devious behavior her husband had just displayed downstairs. She had no idea that he was getting even with her brother for the years of abuse he endured at the hands of his brother in law.
If she did...
...she would have drowned him while he was in the shower.