I do not own CSI.
Rated T
Here is a nice long chapter including many of the things requested.
I have some Jules and Nick time.
Some Nick and Emma time.
Warrick and Trista time, too.
I hope this holds you over while my laptop is out for repair.
I could use some reviews since I can read them on my phone and then be inspired to write more...
Instead of finally ending this very long story.
It will have to come to end at some point, right?
Until then...read on:
The underwater lights of the pool illuminated the pressed concrete walkway around the pool and left a glowing hue above the water. The tiki torches helped light the pathways as well as keep the bugs at bay. The music around them was exactly the kind they liked, it should be since it was their song lists playing throughout the yard. The scene was set with the ambiance of lights and music, but the best part of the BBQ was not the scenery but the friends, food, and drinks that flowed throughout the yard. It was exactly what the CSI, his wife and their friends needed. Jules was right, a BBQ was a great idea to relax and enjoy his day off.
Nick was leaning into her and she could smell the beer on his breath but knew he wasn't drunk yet. But she also knew he was feeling good which meant he would be all over her from this point on. He was always into her but when he had a buzz on, he not only got worse, but he didn't care who was around; he didn't even try to hide it.
Normally, Jules was just as bad as Nick when she was drinking. They definitely were very touchy feely couple which only increased when they had drinks in them. Jules wasn't able to drink so now she was much more aware that his hands were falling from her hips as he talked to her, and slowly feeling their way around to her ass. He began to lean into her closer as his hands blatantly caressed her butt and Jules smiled and laughed at him. She reached behind him and pulled both of his hands off of her ass and moved them back onto her waist.
"You're getting a little frisky huh, Nick?" she laughed quietly at him.
"I'm not doing nothin'," he laughed back getting even closer and his hands moved right back to her ass once again. "I'm just talkin' to my wife," his winked at her; his accent was thicker than usual.
"Oh, then, um, then your hands just happen to be attached to my ass right now in front of all these people walking around here?" she raised her eyebrows.
"Hey," he leaned in closer and the heat of his breath caressed her earlobe, "it could be worse, I could be…" he was about to tell her about something dirty he could be doing but Catherine yelled over from the patio bar.
"GET A ROOM, NICKY!" Catherine Willows laughed along with Trista.
Trista downed a shot of tequila and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and said, "Those two are amazing. I mean, look at them, they have been together for like what? Around eight years? And they are still like teenagers in love with each other. I wish that could be me one day but…. It just doesn't happen for most people," she sounded a bit sad but didn't even realize it.
Catherine looked at her, "Yeah? I don't know, I think there is someone for everyone out there. And sometimes we get it wrong a time or two, but Nicky and Jules just happened to find each other and knew to never let go. It is definitely nice to see, I gotta agree with ya there."
Trista nodded. She was definitely feeling the effects of the booze and shots she had been downing for the last couple hours.
And she wanted it that way.
She didn't want to feel.
She didn't want to think.
She didn't want to watch Warrick secretly.
She just wanted to mask it all and alcohol would do the trick.
Catherine took a swig of her beer and looked over at Trista again, "You don't think you will find that perfect someone, Trist?"
Trista squished her nose up a bit and shook her head, "Nah…it's not in the stars for me….and that's okay."
"Well, I happen to think you will. You are smart, beautiful, fun, what's not to love about you?" she smiled.
"Thanks, but…I am not one to settle down. What's that sayin'? So many men, so little time?" she laughed.
She was lying.
She didn't hook up all the time. She didn't date mountains of men. She just didn't want to set herself up for the pain she endured when she had to leave Danny. She just wanted to be left alone. She already knew men were not to be trusted.
Catherine laughed. "Hey, whatever works for ya, right? I'm in the same boat" she laughed.
Warrick was walking toward Nick and Jules wearing only swim trunks.
Catherine yelled over, "Ahhh yeah lookin' good, Warrick"
Trista's head spun to see why Catherine said what she said and swallowed hard when she saw Warrick's bare chest. It reminded her of the shirtless night in his kitchen.
"Now, I'm thinking that that's sexual harassment, right there!" he laughed, walked past Nick and Jules, through the mesh gate, and dove into the pool.
The splash hit Nick and Jules slightly and Nick yelled.
"Whoa, whoa, ya got us wet, man!"
"Good, maybe it will cool you off you sick bastard."
Continuing to keep one hand on the small of Jules' back, Nick looked over toward his brother in law in the pool. He started to laugh hard at him knowing why Warrick called him that. Warrick was still pissed that Nick got him good with the fake text. Nick loved it. It was about time he had the last laugh.
Nick yelled over to Warrick, "Come home soooooon, Niiiick...rock my worlllld" he said in a girly, sing song voice, tormenting Warrick with a quote from the infamous text.
Nick turned back toward Jules, and while his one hand never moved off her back, his other hand reached out and wiped a few drops of pool water off Jules' cheek and forehead with the side of his thumb.
Jules looked back at him as he wiped her face.
She smirked at him. "I do hate you, ya know that, right?" she shook her head at what he did to Warrick. "Did you have to be so gross?"
"Yep, abso-fucking-lutely!" he laughed.
"You are so disgusting," she smirked.
"Why? Are you telling me I don't have a big cock? And that you don't want it?"
"Shhh!" she smirked and looked around. "No, everything you wrote was true, actually," she laughed hard, "but you still are horrible."
She smiled at the way he was looking at her.
Tilting her head slightly with an inquisitive look she whispered to him. "You are standing really, realllllly close to me…any closer and I think our bodies will be touching. Is there a reason for that, Stokes?" she reached over and wiped some water from his face too.
"Am I?" he grinned and guzzled down the second half of his beer and then leaned down and put the bottle of beer on a side table. And then, without warning, he wrapped his arms around her waist and bear hugged her off the ground. Jules screamed when he pretended to throw her in the pool.
"NICKY PLEASSSSSE, NO, NO, NO!" she begged.
Warrick yelled over, "DO IT!"
"Please, Texas, don't listen to him! I promise to get you another beer if you let me go!"
Nick contemplated her offer and then put her down.
"Go get me one, Woman!" he pointed toward the bar area.
"Don't push it, Cowboy! Don't push it," she laughed and went to get him a beer.
Trista watched the whole scene. She discretely watched Warrick continue to smack volleyballs over the net in the pool to one of his buddies from the LVPD. She smirked when he encouraged Nick to throw Jules in the pool. She laughed louder than she wanted to and Warrick looked over at her. He gave her a devious grin and Trista smirked.
"What are YOU laughing at?" he yelled and headed for the side of the pool.
"Not much, Freak!" she yelled back.
"FREAK? Did she just call me a freak?" he asked Jules and Nick.
"That's what I heard," Nick said looking back at Trista smiling.
"Yep, that's what I said!" she yelled before turning herself toward the bar and looking for the bottle of tequila.
What she didn't see was Warrick put two hands on the concrete and lifted himself out of the pool with one swoop.
Trista heard people yelling "OOOOH here it comes!" and she looked back to see why.
It was too late. Warrick was already right behind her and picking her up by her waist and throwing her over his shoulder.
"Don't even think about it, Asshole!" she screamed.
"Asshole now? Nice talk…real nice!" he laughed carrying her all the way to the pool.
"NO! Don't do it…I'm sorry, I'm sorry….you are a lovely man, I swear!" she screamed loudly, "I'm dressed! Don't!"
"You are not! You are wearing tiny shorts and a bikini top…who are you kidding?" he told her.
Trista had quite a buzz on. She forgot she was indeed in her bikini along with her jean shorts.
"I will hate you forever, Warrick!"
"You already do!" he said and jumped in the pool with her on his shoulder.
Jules shook her head, "Oh God, I cannot watch this…they are gonna fight all night now!" she sighed and chuckled.
"Doubt it," Nick grumbled under his breath.
"Warrick, you are fucking dead!" she screamed and tried to dunk his head under water but he was taller and stronger and she was no match for him.
He held her by her waist and loved the feel of it under his hands. She loved it too but wouldn't allow it to show.
"You think you can dunk me?" he laughed and squeezed her tighter.
Their bodies were flush with one another. Their faces only inches apart.
"Let go of me, Home Boy!"
"Again with the names, Bitch" he said laughing hysterically.
Jules looked at Nick, "See told ya the fighting would begin now. I'm going to go in and check on my girl," she said breaking away from his caress.
Nick was about to tell her to leave Emma alone with Lindsay but he thought maybe it was a good idea if she didn't watch the chemistry flowing between Warrick and Trista. He knew it was there but he could see it more than ever now.
Trista and Warrick wrestled around and laughed as she continued to try and dunk him unsuccessfully.
"Let go off me, Jerk!" she yelled and he finally let her go.
"Volleyball?" he said splashing her slightly.
"I'm in," she said and they looked over to see who would play.
"Young? You in?" Warrick yelled.
"In!"
Wendy Sims pulled off her top and threw it, along with her shorts, onto the deck chair revealing a sexy black tankini.
"I can kick their ass Young…wanna partner?" Wendy yelled and hopped into the pool.
The game went on for quite some time with laughter that filled the yard. Warrick and Trista played and laughed and got along as if there was no more tension between them. And, for that hour, there wasn't any. All there was was a strong friendship…the one they have had for years and masked with fighting.
Jules came walking out with Emma on her hip dressed in a pink and brown polka dotted bathing suit. Her pig tails bounced as she dangled from her mother's hip.
Nick turned around and saw his girls coming his way and the smile that splashed across his face could be seen a mile away.
"There's my Beauty Queen!" he yelled over and his daughter smiled wide.
Nick walked up to them and took Emma from his arms.
"Heyyyyyy Tiny is in da house!" Warrick yelled from the pool.
Trista smiled, "Hey Emmy! You gonna come in with us?"
Nick put his forehead to Emma's and asked her, "You wanna go in, Munchkin?"
"You come in wif me?" she asked unsure.
"Of course, Emmy, Daddy will take you in. Come on," he said putting her down.
Handing his beer bottle to his wife, he peeled his shirt off and handed it to her too. She smiled at him and he knew she was telling him how sexy she thought he was in his swim trunks and bare chest.
He leaned over and whispered, "And you say I am feelin' frisky? Pot callin' the kettle, Darlin'" he laughed, turned away and held Emma's hand.
Together, he and his daughter walked down the steps at the shallow end of the pool.
"You hold me, Daddy?" she asked.
"Yep, I will hold you," he smiled at her and caught her as she jumped off the steps into his arms. He walked with her over to Trista and Warrick.
"Tiny, you wanna play?" Warrick asked pretending to let her play volleyball.
"I is too little, membaw?"
"Oh yeah, that's right, that's right. It's a hard ball," he nodded.
"She can play with her Daddy though, right my girl?" he told her and threw her up in the air high and caught her, dipping her down into the water just enough to make her laugh and scream.
Trista yelled over to Jules, "Throw me a beach ball!"
Jules looked around and Greg Sanders picked one up off the lawn and threw it to Trista. Standing next to Jules, Greg leaned over and said, "Trista is smoking hot, Jules."
"Yeah, she is a pretty girl. Want me to hook ya up?" she smirked.
"I would LOVE for you to hook me up!" he nodded.
"Well, I will feel her out for ya, Greg," she nodded back.
"Emma, you can play now, it's a soft beach ball!" Trista told her.
Nick looked at Emma, "Daddy's shoulders?"
Emma smiled, "Us will win, Daddy! Us will wind it!"
Nick tossed his little girl up on his shoulders with ease and yelled, "You guys better watch yourselves, you got a pro up there!" he said about his daughter on his shoulders.
Officer Young and Wendy got Greg to hop in and play to even up the team and they all played together for a while before Emma told her Dad she was done.
"I is tyawd of dis now, Daddy," she said and Nick quickly took her down and cradled her in his arms.
"Should I dunk you, Pretty Girl?" he laughed rocking her back in forth like a cradle.
"You can dunk me, I don't cayah," she smiled at him.
Nick dipped her in a little and then pulled her back up to him. He kissed her face all over and growled into her neck like a dog. He was eating her up and Emma giggled and squealed.
Once Nick was done attacking his daughter with complete enthusiasm, he looked at her and smiled, "You're getting sleepy, Honey, I can see those pretty eyes looking droopy" he smiled noticing them getting tired and pink. "You wanna go upstairs with Lindsay now? I think you played your little heart out, Sweet Pea," he told her.
"I gots my hawt…it's still in dair," she said and patted her chest.
"I know, baby, it's a saying…yes, you're heart is actually still in there," he laughed and called over to Jules.
"Babe, can you get her a towel? She's tired," he said.
Jules held a towel out and as Nick walked up the stairs out of the pool, Jules encased her in a big towel and took him from his arms.
"You have fun, Princess?" she said as she snuggled her in her arms.
"I wind dat game wif Daddy!" she exclaimed and then yawned wide.
"Aww, see she's tired," Nick said and leaned in kissing her forehead. They both knew it was way past her bedtime.
"Kiss Daddy night night," she told her daughter.
Emma grabbed her father's face with both of her tiny hands and kissed him on the lips.
"I love you, Daddy, night night," she said and yawned again, "Me see you in da mawnin, kay?"
"Ok, Emmy, I love you too and I will see you in the morning," he repeated, kissed her again and went to get a towel to dry off.
Jules and Lindsay went inside together to get Emma ready and into bed.
Warrick looked at Trista, "Damn I am tired too…wanna go night night?" he laughed.
"Yeah, go on up, I'll be right there…wait for me," she said sarcastically. "I don't know about you but I'm going to get drunk, see ya, Loser," she said.
"Hold up, I will come too," he said and followed her out, watching her body as she bent over to grab a towel from the pile.
"Get your own, Freak," she snapped and walked away with a towel wrapped around her.
"See…you are so pleasant!" he yelled over at her and chuckled to himself.
As he dried himself off he watched her go over to the bar. Seeing her wet hair and in a towel reminded him of their incredible shower sex and it took his breath away just from the memory. "Fuck…I think I am in love with her."
She felt her heart race when he laughed loudly and yelled out to her sarcastically.
She hated feeling this way.
She hated knowing that suddenly, the things she never noticed before about him were so noticeable now. She hated the realization that she has loved Jules and Warrick as family for years which meant she did love Warrick…she just never knew she could love him on this level. It hadn't crossed her mind and yet now it was all that crossed her mind.
But still, she couldn't let it happen.
Trista couldn't risk losing the only family she had left if something went wrong…and of course it would go wrong. How could she cloud that with anything as risky as falling in love with Warrick instead of just loving him. There was a difference…and Trista wanted no part in it…unfortunately, she wasn't sure she had a choice…it already invaded her heart.
But, while it may have invaded her heart, she would make it go away.
She would will it away.
She wasn't going to lose everything for stupidity and recklessness. Because she and Warrick would be just that…
...stupid and reckless.