I do not own CSI in any way.
Rated T or M because of dirty text message.
Fluffy Chapter for my readers who seem to love fluffy chapters.
Drama needs to follow soon or else they get boring, don't ya think?
Many of you ask for Emma time...I will try to include that too.
Some don't want this story to end but I am already at Chapter 86! Yes, 86!
In this chapter, Nick's devious behavior is revealed.
Shame on you, Nick Stokes! Good for ya, Warrick Brown!
*Writer's Note: My computer is going in for some work...Updates will be slower. Sorry!
Carrying a case of beer he walked up the driveway to his sister's home. He found himself taking a huge breath and holding it before letting it out once he saw Trista's little sports car. He swallowed hard and shook his worries and his excitement from his head.
Warrick hit the doorbell with his elbow and as he waited for someone to open the door, he suddenly remembered Jules' accidental text message to him and he got repulsed all over again. "So gross, so fucking disgusting, Baby Girl," he mumbled.
Jules opened the door and smiled wide at her brother.
"Oooh nice, a case of Sam Adams; Nick is gonna love that!" she said happily, "I'd offer to help you but…well…" she rubbed her stomach that still has not showing much.
Trista came walking up behind Jules as Warrick walked into the hall with the beer.
"Hey Trist," Jules smirked, "...how about you help Warrick carry that case of beer?" she teased.
"HA! Yeah, like THAT'LL evvvver happen," she laughed.
Warrick noticed she was back to her old self again. Back to teasing and sparring with him. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. He just wasn't sure if that meant she was so over it that it was a distant memory. He felt uneasy and he wasn't liking that feeling of insecurity. He wasn't used to it and he didn't like it one bit.
"I don't need either one of your help…especially YOU, Baby Girl!" he made a face of disgust at her.
Jules had expected him to say Trista, NOT her.
"WHAT! What did I do? I have an excuse! I'm pregnant!" she said referring to not helping him with the case of beer.
"Uccckk, that makes it worse! Being pregnant is an excuse to not now what you're doing?" he shook his head and rolled his eyes walking past both of them and putting the case of beer on the counter.
Jules looked at Trista confused and she looked back and shrugged. They followed him into the kitchen.
Trista leaned back on the counter and tossed a baby carrot into her mouth and, with her mouth full, said, "See, told ya he's an asshole," she smirked.
"I'm an asshole?" he looked at her.
"Uh huh," she nodded leaning over to grab another carrot from the vegetable platter.
"YOU didn't see the text!" he defended.
"WHAT TEXT?" Jules said completely confused.
Trista squinted her eyes with confusion too.
"Jules sent you a text that pissed you off? Sweet!" she said and then looked over at Jules, "What did you write that has his panties in a knot?"
"I have NO idea what he is talking about!" she shook her head, "None!"
"She sent it to ME instead of NICK! Uckkkk" he shuddered telling Trista.
"Warrick! I did not sent you OR Nick a text! What are you talking about!"
Trista leaned over the counter to grab Jules' cell phone.
Warrick noticed her red shirt creep down and show her cleavage as she leaned on the counter with her elbows and he tried to look away.
Jules was bending over looking for something in the refrigerator not paying all that much attention to either one of them.
"Let's see what the Cry Baby is talking about," Trista said scrolling through Jules' phone.
"I sent her a text back...you'll see it," he said to Trista while opening the top of the case of beer.
"I don't see squat," Trista told him while biting another carrot.
"Well I sent it… and I told her she was fucking disgusting."
Jules whipped around from inside the fridge, "WHAT? What did I do?" she laughed at Warrick's obviously being grossed out by it.
Trista pressed the buttons again. "Let meeee looook in the sent box," she said in a sing song tone.
Jules and Warrick stared at her waiting.
"OHHH. MYYYYYY. GODDDDDD!" she screeched laughing hysterically. "I don't see Warrick's text but I see YOURS!" she cackled.
"WHAT? What? Read it!" Jules demanded.
"Oh, just wait...don't read it yet... let me go get the bag of ice out of the freezer; I sure as hell don't want to hear it again," he said moving past Jules toward the fridge.
Trista couldn't stop laughing long enough to read every line.
"Nick, Em is sleepin Hurry home! I want u 2 rock my world w/ ur..." Trista bursts out laughing and can barely read the next line.
"HUGE CCCOCKKKK!" Trista stresses the words "huge cock" and laughs herself to tears at the thought of Warrick getting this message.
Finally, catching her breath she continues...
"Cant stop thinking about how good u are..I want u! I need u NOW! Cum home"
"AND IT'S SPELLED C-U-M…oh that is GRRREAT!" she is cackling hard.
"WHOA, WHOA, WAAAAIT A MINUTE!" Jules screeches just as loud as her best friend's laughter. "I most certainly did NOT write such a thing!"
Warrick came back in from the garage carrying a bag of ice and made a grossed out face at his little sister.
Just then, Nick comes strolling down the hall heading toward the kitchen with Emma sitting perched up on his forearm with her arm wrapped around her father's neck.
The three of them could hear him talking to his daughter about the laughter they heard all the way from upstairs.
"What are they yellin' and laughin' about, Em? What do you think those crazy, cuckoo birds are doing, huh?" he says sweetly to her.
"They is cvazy, Daddy!" she nods.
"They do sound like they are crazy, yes!" he nods and they grin at each other with their faces only inches apart.
Nick and Emma look into the kitchen.
"What's all the commotion down here?" Nick asks standing in the doorway.
"Why is you coo-cood bawds laffin?" Emma asks trying to call them cuckoo birds like her father had said.
He immediately spots the phone in Trista's hand and Jules' mouth hanging open.
Nick tries so hard to hide his sideways smirk. He fails.
All three of them spin their heads to face Nick.
Trista can't stop laughing.
Warrick's face looks repulsed.
Jules looks horrified.
Each of them see his sideways smirk. He looks like a cat a cat who ate the canary.
"NICKKKK!" Jules screams and points at him.
Warrick's mouth falls open and he shakes his head realizing his brother in law's prank.
"I swear to God, Bro, if you were not holding my niece right now I would knock you on your ass!" he yelled.
Nick starts to laugh and Emma grins knowing her uncle said a bad word.
"Uncle Wick said 'ass'," she whispered in Nick's ear.
Nick nods at her still with a smirk on his face. "I heard that too," he whispers back at her.
"NIIIICK WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!" Jules yelled with her face confused.
"Payback is such a b-i-t-c-h, ain't it, Chief?" Nick spelled out the words.
"You are a sick mother…" he stops short of using more bad words.
Trista walks toward Nick and slaps him on the upper arm.
"THAT was GREAT, Nick…freakin' GREAT!" she chuckled and reached her hands out to Emma. "Come on, Ems…let's go outside and you can help Ann Testa. put the stuff out on the table."
"Noooo way, Trist! I am not letting her out of my arms!" he laughed holding Emma tighter. "She is my shield, man, no way those two are comin' after me with a little girl in my arms," he laughed harder.
"Got a point," Trista said chuckling, "Stay with Daddy, Em," Trista laughed hard with Nick.
Trista, Nick, and Emma all head outside together.
And Emma remained in her father's arms...
...the entire time.