My Way is Clear

by Simply Ginger

Nick meets a paramedic after getting injured at a crime scene. In an AU, this is their story. This is not a slash and all the characters from CSI show up eventually.

32. Second Chance

Chapter 32 – Second Chance

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Anna and Jillian got back from their dress fitting right at the time I was pulling the lasagna I was making out of the oven. The aroma of the food sent both of them towards the kitchen. Cassie and Draco were at the edge of the kitchen, watching me intently as they hoped I'd drop something on the floor for them to clean up. "Nicky?"

"Kitchen."

Jillian came into the kitchen first, followed by Anna, "My brother can cook."

Anna sneezed, "He cooks pretty well actually. Do we have any Zyrtec left? That fire earlier really got me all worked up. I didn't see any in the bathroom."

"Check my work bag. I think I threw it in there. Mine were bothering me, too." Anna left and headed towards the bedroom where my work bag was, "Find your dress?"

"Yep." My sister held up a black and gray garment bag, "I'm not sure if I'm allowed to show you the dress though. I know Anna said something about you not seeing her gown. I've seen it by the way. Nice."

"What does it look like?"

"No." Jillian left to go hang her garment bag up as Anna came into the kitchen holding the bottle of allergy medication, "No. No. No." She playfully swatted me across the back, "No. You're not gonna trick anyone about seeing my dress. Your sister is under penalty of death if she says one word about it as is Allison and your mother."

"My own mother saw it?"

Jillian looked proud of herself as she came up front, obviously having heard the conversation, "Yep. I sent her a picture when Anna had it on earlier today. She looks great by the way. Very tastefully done. Absolutely perfect and don't think about looking for the photo in my phone. It's been deleted and I asked mom to destroy all evidence after she saw it."

Pouting as I finished making the salad to go along with our dinner, Anna took a couple of allergy pills and went to lie down in the living room with Jillian. I put the garlic bread in the oven to heat up while the two of them played Wii. I heard Anna cheering when her player made a jump shot in the basketball game that she and I were trying to play last night. I learned Anna may not like basketball, but she kicks ass on the Wii. When I looked at the TV to tell them dinner was ready, Jillian admitted defeat and ended the game with a dismal score of 20-6.

As we ate, I got to hear snippets of the wedding plans. We had ordered our invitations and they came in earlier in the week. Jillian said she'd help address a few of them before she left. I did get to see her bridesmaid gown as well as Allison's but any time I tried to ask about Anna's dress, Anna gave me the death stare from across the table. "You've got three months. You'll live." She picked my plate up as she kissed me, "I promise you, you'll live."

"What if I die before I get to see you in it?"

"Not funny, brother." Anna was in the kitchen with the water running in the sink and didn't hear me, "Considering what the two of you have been through already, I wouldn't make jokes like that."

Jillian had a point, "Fine. I retract my previous statement."

"And what was that?" Anna took her spot at the table again, "What'd I miss?" She pinched off a small section from the garlic bread and held it out for Draco. Draco gently took it from Anna and went to lie down in the living room, away from us.

Cassie was still standing at attention beside me, wanting her treat also. I pinched off a portion of the bread for her, but rather than the graceful reaction Draco gave, Cassie about took off my hand. I pulled my hand back and made her take it gently and on the third time, the dog finally realized what was going on and repeated Draco's actions. "I was telling Jillian I was going to start blabbing family secrets if she didn't tell me something about your dress until she gently reminded me that she had plenty of family secrets to spill of her own."

"Then my brother wised up. I have just as much dirt on him as he does on me."

After we finished dessert, we went back to the living room so Anna and Jillian could have their go at the Wii again. We didn't play long before Anna said she wanted to take a nap and after I watched her leave the room, Jillian tossed me the remote Anna was using and dared me to beat her in basketball.

Settling in as we played, Jillian was actually better than I thought. I let her win the first two games, but stomped her on the next two. With the series tied at two games each, we started the fifth game, knowing that the winner got Stokes family bragging rights.

"I hope you know what you're doing."

"I do." I shook the Wii remote and stole the ball away from my sister's player, "I just stole the ball."

"I meant Anna."

"So you're still thinking that Anna and I are doomed to fail?"

"Nope." Jillian shook her head as she pulled one of her legs on the couch and bent at the knee, she sat on her ankle, "You'll both live happily ever after on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays from noon to four."

I threw a pillow at my sister. She tossed it back at me, knocking the Wii remote out of my hand, "Just for that, you're going down."

"Nick, like I said earlier, we're just concerned. This just happened so fast. One minute, you meet, the next she gets shot then she leaves and then you're engaged and now you're getting married."

"That's how it normally happens, minus the getting shot part. Jillian, I love her. She loves me. End of story. Dot it, file it, stick it in a box marked done. If you have a problem with that, there's not much I can do."

"I just don't want to see you get hurt again." Jillian sighed as she hit the pause button on her Wii remote so we could talk uninterrupted, "Something just bothers me about all of this."

"And that is?"

She shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know. Maybe because Anna hasn't apologized for what she did to you? I don't know."

"Anna has apologized for leaving. I've apologized for putting her in that position which led to her leaving."

"You apologized?" My sister looked angry, "You apologized because she left?"

"Damn it." My voice was louder than I wanted it to be, "Did you not hear what I said yesterday at Starbucks? Anna getting shot was my fault, Jill. Mine! You need to clean the earwax out of your ears or something."

"She's the one that left you."

"After I got her shot! After I did this to her."

"Still. I wouldn't have left."

I pulled the pillow I threw at my sister to my face and screamed, hoping Anna wouldn't hear me. "I'm glad you wouldn't think you'd leave. I'm happy for you but for the last time, until you've walked a mile in her shoes, don't judge my future wife."

"I just don't understand." Jillian hit the pause button on her remote to start the game, but I paused it back, "What?"

"You can't just make a statement like that and expect me to roll over and play dead. I'm not going to have you in our house bashing Anna for what she did. Christ, Jill. The man stalked us. The man had cameras in our apartment and watched us." I didn't want to go into the details of what Nigel Crane had to have seen when he watched his tapes, "We were his goldfish in a bowl. His pets. When he got tired of us, he tried to kill us. I was planning on taking Anna to Texas for a couple of months to get away from Las Vegas but his sister found us and spooked her."

"I know you must think I'm some sort of bitch…" I suppressed an angry laugh, "Fine. I am a bitch, but I'm also your sister and seeing as how we share DNA, it's my familial obligation to look out for you."

"Do Mom and Allison hate Anna as much as you do?"

"Nicky…" Jillian put her Wii remote on the couch and brought both of her knees to her chest, "I don't hate Anna. I hate what she did to you. I hate what she put you through."

"And you don't think I hate myself for what I did to her, too?"

"You do know I can hear you, right?"

I looked over my shoulder at the same time Jillian looked over hers. Anna was standing in the doorway that led from the hallway and back to our room, "Oh damn." I tossed my controller on the sofa and got up, but Jillian stopped me. I sat back down as I watched her approach Anna, "Jillian?"

"I got this."

Before the fireworks started, my phone rang. At this late hour, it could only be work. After dismissing the thought of throwing my phone in the fireplace, I answered it. "Hello?"

"Nick?"

"Yeah."

It was Grissom. I knew what he was about to ask me. "I need you to come in. We've got a case."

I groaned, "Grissom, I'm off for the rest of the week. My sister's here."

"I know that, but I need you to come in. White lily and the card. It's all here. Get over here now. We're near Lake Mead. Dispatch has the address and directions." Grissom's voice was firm, "We have got to help PD get a handle on this."

"On my way." I left the Wii remote on the couch and headed back to our bedroom to grab my boots. When I came back up front, Anna was waiting by the front door, holding out my cell phone and my keys with my sister right behind her. "I'm sorry." I kissed her as I took my keys and phone from her, "I am so sorry." Looking over at Jillian, I prayed I wouldn't come home to a bloodbath, "Take it easy on my wife to be, please. I'd hate to have to come home to a crime scene at my own home."

Jillian swore she'd be nice, "Anna and I have some talking to do. I won't kill her. I promise."

With a smile that was unmistakably my sister's, I had to take her at her word and apologized to Anna again. She responded with a shrug of her shoulders, "Is all good. I understand. I love you, Nicky."

"Love you too." I opened the door as I kissed Anna again and stepped out into the chilly night air as I did my best to keep Cassie from coming out with me. Anna grabbed her collar and pulled her back as I moved away from the door.

As I backed out of the driveway, I realized I forgot my jacket. As I parked my truck to run back in and get it, Anna had met me halfway down the driveway. After another kiss and an assurance that she wouldn't let things get of hand with my sister, I got the jacket from her and left, headed in to work.

Since I was already in my Tahoe, I didn't bother to stop by the lab before I went to the scene. I pulled in behind a few LVPD cars and parked and after getting my field kit out, I started up the sidewalk towards the front of the house. It wasn't a large house and the neighborhood was well kept with lots of trees. Glancing across the street, a park with an unobstructed view of Lake Mead was just beyond that. It was a perfect neighborhood up until now.

When I got inside after checking in with the officer at the front door, I found Grissom and David in the bedroom at the back of the house. Stepping inside the room, I watched as Grissom crouched down as he pulled his gloves from his field kit. I started to bring my camera around towards the front of me so I could start taking overalls as David worked beside Grissom on the preliminary cause of death. As I looked around the room, trying to get a feel for the crime scene, my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of latex gloves from Grissom and David. The young woman lay on her back, her eyes open but the life was gone. Never getting used to the cold, blank stare coming from a dead body, I grimaced as I watched her, wishing that when people died, they closed their eyes like they did in the movies. I had seen this scene hundreds of times but every time I saw a victim dead with their eyes open, it still hurt. Her life was cut short; ended abruptly. I could only imagine as I waited on the two of them to finish up what her last thoughts were.

"Nick?"

I pulled myself out of my self induced scene fog and focused my attention back on Grissom, "Yeah?"

"When I got here, the smell of copper was saturating the air." He turned to face me as David and his assistant walked by. Grissom inched closer to me to give the two of them room, "You know what this means? It means that the crime was fresh." He held up the single tulip with the yellow ribbon, "Single white tulip with the satin yellow ribbon and the Gemini symbol on a plain white business card. She's what? Number three?"

"Yeah." I got an evidence bag out of my field kit and blanched as I held it open for Grissom and he dropped the flower, ribbon and all, into the bag. I silently watched as I felt my fingers close the bag and I gently laid it back on top of my field kit. The blood from a large wound across the victim's throat stained the beige quilt on her bed beneath her. The crimson pool spread past the fabric and into the sheet and was starting to drip down to the wood flooring in her room and her tangled hair lay in her own blood. From my view of the scene, I could tell that she was a blonde, just the same as the two other victims. "You think that he only goes after blondes or you think this is just a coincidence?"

"Nick, you know by now I don't believe in coincidences." Grissom reached in his kit for a fingernail scraper as David got out his liver temperature monitor and stuck it as gently as he could through our victim's stomach. "That's just another piece of the puzzle he left behind. With every piece he leaves behind, that's one more piece we have to solve the case. Sheriff Atwater is going to be all over this."

Greg remained still as he entered the room. I could only imagine what was playing out with him as he took sight of what was going on. With Catherine out of town on a school trip with Lindsey and Sara attending a conference in Phoenix, Grissom had called Greg and Warrick in to assist. As he stood in the corner, he never took his eyes off the woman's face, whose complexion continued to ashen right in front of him. The woman's mouth was partially open as if suddenly surprised by what happened to her. Her right arm was straight out in front of her with her left behind her on the pillow. With the amount of blood at the scene, even the pillow had not been spared from being covered. Blood spatter was behind the bed on the wall and there was a trail of blood drops leading towards the master bathroom, "Killer washed up in the bathroom?" Grissom followed the trail with his eyes when I pointed it out, "The blood drops lead in there."

"Body's clear for you guys." David stood up, breaking the silence. I saw out of the corner of my eye Greg's slight jump in reaction to being startled by David speaking, "We're done."

Grissom stayed where he was, kneeled down next to the bed. "Alright. Warrick, see if you can find any trace of how he got here. Fingerprints, shoe prints, tire tracks, hairs, DNA or anything to indicate who was here with our victim." Warrick looked relieved to be able to leave the room and after grabbing his field kit, he darted out the front door, nearly knocking down Mitch, who was standing in the doorway with David's assistant.

David and his assistant came over with a stretcher, ready to transport the latest Gemini victim back to the lab for an autopsy. He carefully placed his hands under the body and with the help of his assistant, lifted the woman carefully, but it still didn't stop the woman's limp arms falling to her sides. Grissom shined his flashlight around the now empty bed spread, not noticing anything besides the blood pool.

Greg remained behind alongside me, "How do you guys...I mean, how do you get used to this? She's…" He looked over at David who was loosely tying a white piece of rope around the woman's wrists to keep them bound together during transport. The sound of the body bag's zipper could be heard as Grissom mumbled to himself about something as he reached into his kit for a pair of tweezers. "This is just…violent."

I turned to look at him, my face as compassionate as I could be as I tried to remain passive. "You don't. You deal with it. You keep your eyes focused on the job then you channel everything into the case. Use your training. You passed the field tests. You have the experience."

Greg looked down at his feet as he snapped on a pair of latex gloves. "You and Grissom just seem so collected."

"Grissom…" My eyes wandered over towards my supervisor as he was inches from the bedspread with his head tilted to the side, something obviously catching his curiosity, "You know how Grissom is with everything." I snapped on my gloves as I kept my eyes on Grissom, "It's called detachment, Greg. Something you'll learn."

"This is why I do this." Grissom stood up and held out his tweezers towards me. In the darkness of the room, I strained to see what he was so proud about. Pulling my flashlight out of my vest pocket, I switched it on and in the beam of the light was a single human hair, securely fastened in the ends of Grissom's tweezers. "Root tag still attached. The victim was a blonde. This hair is darker, almost has a red tint to it."

I don't know why but a flashback of Anna sick in Grissom's office at the lab that night after Nigel Crane tried to set her up for murdering that girl played out in my mind. I shook my head, shaking out the memory as I handed Grissom an evidence envelope, "Short. I didn't see any photos of a boyfriend when I came in. Could be the killer."

"Or it could be a random hookup." Greg finally spoke more than a few words since he got here. His voice was more confident than it had been earlier.

"Nick, process the bathroom. I'll stay here. Greg, go with David back to the lab for the post. We'll meet up when we're done here."

"Griss?" Greg's voice was soft, "Can I stay and do the bathroom?"

I shrugged my shoulders when Grissom asked me if it was okay to swap assignments, "Fine. Nick, you go with David back to the lab and Greg, you'll take the bathroom."

Not understanding why Greg wanted to change assignments, I left the bedroom and carefully made my way outside and headed back to the lab.

When I got to the morgue, David was just bringing the woman's body inside the autopsy room. I stood back as he carefully placed her body on top of the stainless steel table and started to unzip the body bag. I moved in closer and started to photograph what was going on for our case file.

"Victim is a Caucasian female, appears to be between the ages of 30 and 40." Doc Robbins approached the body as David cut the rope on her hands, "Defensive wounds on her left hand and right forearm." Placing her arm back on the table, he moved up to the victim's head and upper torso area, "Large cut across the throat with blood loss likely as the COD."

I moved to the other side of the table as David stepped back, "I'll need to get the fingernail scrapings."

"David?" Doc Robbins looked over and David brought back a kit, "I haven't seen one of these in a while. David said it was a Gemini?"

"Yeah." I watched as Doc Robbins opened the kit and started to scrape our Jane Doe's fingernails, "White card with the flower and ribbon. She's number three."

"He's been gone a while. Hasn't been one lately. Copycat?"

"I don't know just yet. This victim was slashed. The others weren't." He handed me the scrape sticks and I put them into evidence bags and tossed them on top of my kit. I'd drop them off with DNA on my way back upstairs, "Anything sticking out with you?"

"My assistant was right." Doc Robbins pointed at the large cut that went from right below the lady's jaw line and all the way across her throat. "COD was from exsanguination. He got a little violent with this one. He used a single large blade across the jugular. Death was within minutes but I bet you knew that one already. She's the third but he intensified on this one. The other two weren't killed like this."

Grissom came in and said that he left Greg and Warrick at the house to finish processing, "I wanted to observe. How far along in the autopsy are you?"

"Just started. Before you came in, Nick made a comment that the other two weren't killed like this and to answer his question, no, they weren't." Doc Robbins prepared to do the Y incision which was something I didn't want to see.

"Broken neck on the first two. This one…" Grissom trailed off as he studied the woman's body. "Something about her is different from the first two. It's almost as if he…" Trailing off a second time, he looked at Doc Robbins before staring at me and abruptly leaving the room, the sound of the swinging metal doors behind me was the only sound in the room.

"Okay then." Doc Robbins had aborted the Y incision with me still in the room and had picked up one of the victim's hands and was printing her. "No ID on the body. I was about to send this print card up to Mandy but you'll save me a trip if you don't mind."

"Yeah." Doc Robbins handed me the case folder with his results inside, "They're on their way up now."

I grabbed my kit and my camera and tucked the case file under my arm as I got ready to leave. Dropping the print card off with Mandy, I found Grissom in his office, pouring over the old case files from the other two Gemini murders. After spending the next couple hours going over old notes and making observations about the similarities between this case and the other two, Grissom said I could head back home since I was on vacation. Relieved to be going home, but nervous at the same time of what happened between Anna and my sister, I left the evidence I had collected with Grissom and told him to call me if he needed me.

"Nick?"

Mandy stopped me on my way out and was behind me holding a printout, "Your victim's prints were on file. Her name is Mara Sawyer."

Taking the printout, I saw it was a criminal printout, "What'd she do?"

"Animal rights activist. She got arrested demonstrating in front of the Mirage a few years back. Apparently, her group was concerned over how the animals in Siegfried and Roy's stage shows were treated."

"Thanks." I left her in the hallway and gave Grissom the printout and headed home.

Relieved to be home and not see blood everywhere or anything broken, I found my sister and Anna in the living room, playing Wii once again, "Everything go okay?"

"Yep." Anna yanked her hand up and with it, scored another basket, "Ha."

"We're fine. We had a nice chat after you left us." Jillian yawned and admitted defeat before hugging me and heading back to bed.

I took a seat next to Anna who confirmed that she and Jillian had a talk, "Your sister was just looking out for you. She didn't know the whole story behind my trip to Arkansas. I explained to her what happened, sparing the gory details of course, and told her about why I left. We talked for about three hours and got it all out in the open."

"So the two of you are…"

"Best of friends by now."

I let Anna fill me in on what happened with my sister while I was gone. I was pleasantly surprised to hear the two of them had a very decent conversation with no bloodshed or loss of limbs. "Nick, don't be mad at her. She's just your sister and she's looking out for her. She's looking out the same way Bryan looks out for me."

"So you and Bryan have had the same conversations that Jill and I have had?"

"Yep." Anna moved in closer to me and leaned against my side as she draped one arm across my stomach, "We did. We've had several conversations about you. In the beginning, Bryan blamed you for why I left."

"You never told me."

"No. Bryan asked that I not. It was only after I was in Colorado with my cousin that he realized you had nothing to do with why I left. It was all me and my messed up mind. After that point, it was trying to get me to come back to you and to him. Anyway, Bryan and I had several heart to heart talks after I got back about you. He likes you, so that's not the problem. He was just worried that something may happen to you at work or something. I shut him up when I reminded him that our job was more dangerous than yours. You collect evidence. We climb on top of burning buildings wearing a hundred pounds of fire fighting gear."

"And the consensus of Bryan's was what?"

"You can live." Anna smiled, "Bryan never objected to you the way Jillian did to me, but I understand why she did. You also never told me your sister is named after your mother."

"Yeah. My mother's name is Jillian Patricia Stokes, but she has always gone by Patricia since my sister was born. Dad said Jill looked just like mom when she was born."

"Newfound fact from the Stokes family vault. In any event, Jillian and I are now best of friends and yes, she'll still be in the wedding."

The next few days went by in a blur. Jillian hadn't been to Vegas in quite some time and with all the new shows and attractions, Anna and I did our best to play the good hosts we were and tried to cram as many shows and features in within the four days we had together. The one thing my sister did want to see was the dancing water at the Bellagio and after seeing the show six times in three days, I couldn't handle seeing it again.

Before I knew it, I was standing in McCarran International Airport once again, saying goodbye to my sister who was apologizing profusely for being an asshat to Anna, "I hope she's not mad."

I hugged my sister, "No, she's not. She understands why you did what you did. I'm just glad it all worked out."

Jillian picked up her travel bag after she gave her suitcase to the attendant at the desk to check, "The bridesmaids' dresses are in that. I hope they don't get lost or Anna will get pissed. I guess I'll see you in what, couple months?"

"Yep. I'll see you in May."

After another hug and after Jillian started crying, I walked her to the security gate and watched as she went through the metal detectors before disappearing from view.

I went back home and fell asleep. Anna was at work, so I had the house to myself and slept soundly until it was time to head into work myself.

After a quick trip by the fire station to check on Anna, the fireman she and Bryan referred to as Jester said they were on a run, but he'd tell them that I came by later on. I sent Anna a text just in case and went in to work.

I was playing catch up in the lab when Catherine found me. She was showing me the print card and was going over her notes when we started going over the victim's credit card statements and I noticed a charge for an online dating service, "Online dating. What has the world come to?"

"Lindsey wants me to sign up for an online dating service. I told her I didn't want to."

"Why? She thinks you're lonely or something?"

Catherine shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know. She wants me to be happy I guess. I told her I am but she didn't believe me. I've thought about it, but it takes a special someone to understand this job. Too bad Anna doesn't have a brother."

I smiled, "Nope, just a sister."

"Lindsey said the mother of a friend of hers from school used one and now she and her new love are getting married." As I finished working, Catherine continued talking about the online dating service Lindsey wanted her to try when an idea hit me. While she continued talking, I left the lab with Catherine calling out behind me asking where I was going.

Leaving her in the lab we were in, I made a direct line to the evidence lockers.

"Nick, where'd you go?"

"That's it. That may be the link between all three cases. I saw in credit card statements that Mara Sawyer had a subscription to Love Dot Net, that internet dating site that is all over the billboards and busses in Vegas and it got me to thinking. Both of the other two women were single as well. Just going off a hunch here." I started dumping evidence upside down on the table. "Get the boxes down from Carol Kirby's case as well as Melissa Steel's case. I just had one of those Grissom moments."

"Lord. Now you're having Grissom moments?" Catherine started pawing through the paperwork in the box, "Got it." After she scanned through the receipts, she found what she was looking for, "Carol Kirby didn't have a subscription, but Melissa did.

"Nick?"

I turned to see Wendy jogging towards me, "Yeah?"

"I have a hit in CODIS for that DNA you gave me, but it's not in the system." She handed me the report, "That bus crash from a couple months ago. Your killer was on that bus. I took one of the DNA samples you collected from a bloody shard of glass and put it through the system. It kicked out a match to the same DNA from Melissa Steel's house fire not too long ago and to this one. Grissom said he found some errant blood drops in the bathroom, leading away from the victim."

I took the folder from her and held it in my hands, "Tell me you're kidding?"

Wendy shook her head, "CODIS doesn't lie, Nick. Gemini was in that bus crash when it happened. I kicked the glass from the crash over to trace to see if Hodges could determine where it came from, but whoever it was started bleeding at the scene. DNA was XY, so your killer is a man. Most of the injuries in that crash were minor, but there's a chance he could have been in the hospital a while."

I didn't even answer her as I took off in a sprint down the hall, moving Hodges out of my way as I ran. "Grissom!" I shoved the door open, not even bothering to see if he was busy. "I have something."

Grissom took the folder from me and read the report, "Gemini was in that bus crash?"

"According to this he was. Wendy said that the sample one of us collected from a broken piece of glass matched the DNA found at the arson case and in this new one."

"Damn it." I watched as Grissom threw a phone book across the room, hitting the window and cracking it. "We had him."

"We also didn't know who he was at the time, either."

He threw his glasses on the desk and rested his hands in his head, "Did EMS treat him? Is there a way we can track him down? See if they took him to the hospital?" Grissom handed the folder back to me, "Go down to central dispatch and pull the records from that date and go through them, looking for anyone who might match his description. I think Sara's free. Take her with you. Take whoever you want as long as this gets done and gets done tonight."

I found Sara in the DNA lab with Wendy and told her to come with me. Wendy said she was free and after snagging her and Henry, the four of us went to central dispatch at the PD and found what we needed and went to work. Most of what we found here were call logs and radio transcripts which weren't much help.

An hour later, we were still no closer to finding out who this guy was and the frustration alone was eating away at us all.

A/N: So the bus crash and the Gemini killer are starting to make some sense here. Unless a plot bunny attacks me, the next chapter will probably be the wedding. This is the point in time where I beg of you, my faithful readers, to hit that submit review button and let me know what you think. I love seeing the little glowing email icon on my BlackBerry letting me know that y'all have given me some love.