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Who is David Hodges?	By : Fel5 Category: CSI > General Views: 1917 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The day that chased the moon

Nick Stokes
was, as one might say, as honest as rain.
Decepting,
decieving, scheming, plotting were none of his strong suits.
Not that he
would have lacked the intelligence, far from that.
It
just..didn�t sit right with him.
Even the
occasional lie he told in order to lure in a suspect more than often left him
with the need to rinse his mouth.
So it came
as little surprise, that he felt as if he was betraying David.
Brow knit
in worry and guilt, Nick stared unseeing at the innocent cell phone�s display
and the number it showed.
Thinking
the entire situation over, he came to the the same conclusion as he had several
times before:
He was at
wit�s end.
Besides, he
really only had David�s best interests in thought.
Determinded,
he pressed the call key and waited as it rang, once twice�
�Oh, hy,
err, this is Nick Stokes speaking from the Las Vegas Crime Lab? I dunno if you
remember me, but �yeah, yeah, that�s me. So, uhh, how have you been?�
�Can the
pleasantries, Nick, what�s David done this time?� came the clipped voice from
the other end of the line.
�Uhm,
nothing, I mean, he didn�t do anything, it�s just..� He took a deep breath and
decided to make it as quick and painless as possible.
�Debbie�s
back.�
There was a
prolonged silence. Nick already wondered, if the other person was still there,
then,
�Gimme
three days. I�ll call in a favour from my boss�, said Jacqui Franco.

She made it
in two and a half days.
Nick stood
at the arrival gates of McCarran International Airport, waiting for Hodges�
surrogate �elder� sister; wondering, if he would recognize her. After all, it
had been more than four years since she left for New Jersey, and people did
change. He was looking out for the slightly plump, curly-haired woman with the
warm, grey-green eyes who had been the only one ever to hold such a great
amount of authoritity over David Hodges.
Slightly nervous, he played with his car keys; he had not told David anything about Jacqui dropping in; all the trace tech knew was that he, Nick, had invited an old friend over. Currently, David was back home busy preparing dinner for them and Nick�s supposed guest.
The Texan didn�t even want to imagine his love�s reaction, when he found
out-
�Nick!
Nick, over here!�
He turned
at the calling of his name, a welcoming smile on his lips �and blinked in
surprise as she came in sight.
She looked
great.
Even though
she had traveled halways across the country and gotten little to no sleep,
Jacqui still looked great. She had grown her hair out and lost a good twelve pounds
at the least, making her look almost ten years younger, as she all but rushed
to him.
Pulling the
somewhat hesitant Nick into a warm embrace, she hugged him tightly, then smiled
up at him.
�Thanks for
picking me up. I really appreciate it.�
Nick grinned
brightly and shrugged, easily picking up her travel case from the floor and
leading the way to his car.
�Nah, no
problem; after all, I should thank you for coming on such short notice.�
Jacqui
smirked.
�Hey,
everything for my little brother. Still, I�m surprised that you called me, I
thought, after all this time, Wendy would be first to..seek me out.�
She saw it
out of the corner of her eye, how Nick�s expression shifted and darkened.
�What? She
no longer on the team?�
�Uh, yeah,
she sure is, it�s just that�she and Dave don�t get along to well. Anymore.�
Rubbing one
hand over her tired eyes, Jacqui growled,
�Stokes.
Cut to the case.�
�Uhm, well,
it�s not that they don�t like each other, but, after Debbie tried to kill his
cat and blew up his car, David decided to -move her out of the picture?� he
offered. Jacqui let her head loll to the side in exasperation.
�Oh no,
don�t tell me he went with the �I really do love you but in order to keep you
safe I must deny my heart� speech�, she cringed. The Texan grimaced ruefully
and Jacqui groaned.
�And Wendy
actually bought that? Without even putting up a fight?�
�Well, they
broke up already two weeks before that. They had a pretty bad fight and David
just�couldn�t take it anymore.�
�Why? What
did the little moron do this time?� Nick shrugged.
�Obviously,
Wendy was mad at him because he didn�t tell her about Debbie before he,
well�courted her. For lack of a better word.�
Jacqui
stopped dead in her tracks.
�That�s it?
Because of that she made such a fuss? What�s wrong with this girl? Is she
stupid or something?�
Nick, who�s
thoughts had gone in a similar direction, airily waved one hand.
�Yeah,
well, she considered it to be a lack of trust on his part. At least, that�s how
he told me she saw it. At first.�
Jacqui gave
a frustrated snarl.
�That was
like, what, ten years ago? Did she really expect David not to have a past of
sorts, or what?�
�Hey, don�t
look at me! I was pretty surprised myself to find out he�d been married �and to
a swimsuit model, for that!�
�She wasn�t
a swimsuit model �though, if she hadn�t tried so desperately to become an
actress and just been happy with flaunting her body, David probably wouldn�t be
in this mess.�
�And he
would have never come to Vegas. And, we would never have met him.�
She cast him
a sidelong glance.
�Sounds as
if you�ve taken a liking to him.�
Pursing his
lips, Nick mumbled,
�Well, once
you get past his snobby attitude and callous attempts at trying to snuff out
your ego, he�s actually a very sensitive, caring guy.�
The fingerprint
specialist cocked one amber brow.
�Wow. Looks
like you really got to know him well.�
Nick hmmed.
�No wonder,
he�s been living with me those past three weeks.�
�WHAT?�

He saw
Nick�s car pull in the drive and gave the dining table one more critical
glance, adjusting a glass here and a fork there to meet his approval, then made
his way through the hall as the door bell chimed. David threw the door open
with a smile, froze in terror, whe he recognized Jacqui Franco, whispered,
�Oh my
God!�
-and slammed
the door shut in her face.
Nick, who
had made his way to where Jacqui stood, was equally baffled as the curly-haired
woman.
Scwoling,
Jacqui rose her fist and pounded the door several times.
This time,
the entrance was opened with more caution, and there stood David, wearing his
best �don�t take this for hospitality, I�m just mocking you�- grin, as he
drawled,
�Hello. I�m
terribly sorry, but the houselord is currently not avaiable and has forbidden
me to buy anything from strangers. Have a nice day.�
He was too
slow to close the door this time; one hiking shoe-clad foot stopped the forward
motion.
A large
brawny hand came to the foot�s aid, and two sets of narrowed eyes trained in on
him.
David
gulped in the face of his impending doom.

Sitting on
the couch, David watched Jacqui move back and forth from the kitchen to the
dining room, as if she owned the place, chattering amiably with Maru, him and
Nick as she carried the various dishes and bowls to the sink. She had insisted
on cleaning up and the others hadn�t dared argue with her.
One beer in
hand, the Texan settled down next to his crush/houseguest and took a sip from
the bottle.
�Why did
you invite her?� hissed the trace tech-turned-CSI-trainee.
�Because
she�s your friend, and I thought she could help.� David glared daggers at him.
�She�s not
my friend. This woman is the very bane of my existence.�
�I thought
that was Debbie?�
�Nono,
Debbie�s a soulsucking, heartwrenching, spiteful evil demon from the darkest
pitches of hell. Jacqui is, is..more like a- personal nightmare come true.�
�Man, don�t
let her hear that, she�ll skin you alive!� chuckled Nick incredulous.
�Actually,
I�d skewer him on a pitch fork and roast him on an open bonfire. But that�s
just an option�, came the �nightmare�s� voice from behind them.
The two men
exchaged anxious glances.
Uh-oh.
�Err, yes,
I gotta look into those files Catherine wanted me to have on her desk two days
ago. Be seein� ya�, spluttered the brunet, as he rose from the couch and hurried
up the stairs. Being an assistant supervisor sure came in handy on occasion.
David
gawked at his friend�s retreating back.
�You
traitorous coward!� he yelled, then whipped his head around to come face to
crossed arms with one slightly unnerved Jacqui.
�Ok,
spill!�
David
weighed his options, looked at her �and did as told.

�Oh, wow!�
�Tell me
about it!� hushed Nick incredulous. Jacqui cast him a quick glance.
�You mean,
you�ve never been to his place before?� Nick shook his head.
�Nah,
opportunity never came up�, he replied, as he took in David�s appartment for
the first time.
To his
left, there was the bathroom and master bedroom, both leading to a small study
in the rear. Straight ahead lay the living room with the large balcony and
adjunctant kitchen. Down the hall to the right was the guest room and another
small bathroom.
He had
expected cold, almost sterile surroundings and sparce decorations, instead, the
entire appartment was set in warm, earthy colours, brown and red being
predominant. High bookshelves exchanged with the odd painting or framed
photograph of a landscape, the couch was a welcoming haven of cardinal cushions
set on a topaz carpet next to a glass coffee table. The passway to the kitchen
was flanked by the rose wood bar to the right and a matching cupboard to the
left. A home entertainment set(including beamer) rounded out the picture.
However, it was quite clear that David�s passion was the kitchen; rice cooker,
steamer, waffle iron, spices not even Jacqui had ever heard of, knifes for
every kind of meat, fruit and vegetable, expertly honed and cared for.
Silverware, crystal glasses and fine procelain for special occasions stood
aside from everyday utensils and cutleries, pans and pots in various shapes and
sizes shimmered humbly in the bottom shelfs. Everything was meticulously placed
and squeaky clean �aside of the layers of dust which had collected over the
weeks David had been gone.
After
pouring themselves each a glass of water, Jacqui and Nick gave the bookshelf in
the living room a closer inspection. Shelves littered with souvenirs and books
ranging from advanced biocemistry over archaeology down to biographies and
prosa. Inbetween the odd science thriller and even-
�Will you
look at that? Dylan Thomas! And here, The Pillow Book, Dante�s Inferno
and a collection of Sophocles� works.� Jacqui stepped closer.
�Here�s the
philosophers; Vega, Kierkegaard, Voltaire, Deleuze�the man�s really got a wide
range of interests.� Nick smirked.
�Reminds me
a little of Grissom. You never knew what quote he�d throw at you next. Hey, will
y� lookit that? LPs!� he exclaimed, pointing to the row of neatly stacked cases.
Jacqui cocked a narrow brow.
�Hey, don�t
knock them; I got some of those myself!� Nick shot her a puzzled look.
�I�m not
knocking them! I mean, I do got one or the other album, too. Is that-?� Pulling
out a CD cask, he nodded smugly.
�Def
Leppard�s Hysteria. That�s a classic!� At Jacqui�s incredulous stare he
asked,
�What? Y�
think I�m only allowed t� listen to Wille Nelson twenty-four-seven?� He put the
CD back and picked up a strangely shaped, brownish-gold object that looked
suspiciously like a deformed spacecraft.
�What�s
this?� he asked. Jacqui took one glance at it and hurried to his side.
�Oh, oh, don�t
touch, that�s a souvenir he got from La Brea when he was working there
as a volunteer. It�s a replica from a fossile. I think it�s a Mylodon
forearm or something�, she explained, as she cautiously pried the object from
Nick�s hand and set it back on its place.
�La Brea?
Y� mean, the tar pits? Cool. How�d he get it?�
Jacqui
turned and gave him her patented glare.
�Believe
me, you don�t wanna know. I do, and it still haunts me.� Nick grimaced.
�That bad?�
�Worse. And
no, I won�t tell. Hey, look, de Sade. Now, just why doesn�t that surprise me?�
Nick
watched her, as she pulled out a few more books and foliants, then asked
quietly,
�Why
wouldn�t you stay over at my place? There�s enough room there.�
�Nah, I
wouldn�t want to disturb the both of you playing house. Besides, I really
wanted to get a look at David�s flat. Y� know, snoop around a little, see how
he lives.�
The Texan
clucked his tongue.
�Y� know,
curiosity killed the cat.� Jacqui grinned, as she walked over to the master
bedroom.
�Yeah, but the
satisfaction�s quite worth i-oh my God, will you look at that!� she squealed,
as she dropped her handbag on the floor and threw herself on the king sized bed
with the dark burgundy sheets. Hopping up and down, she exclaimed,
�Oh, I�m so
going to sleep here tonight! This bed is like a dream come true!�
Nick gave a
cheeky grin.
�At least
now David can claim that at least one woman has slept in his bed.�
Propping
herself up on her elbows, Jacqui mused,
�You know,
if I made the according noises, people might even actually get the right
idea.�� She threw her head back and
began to moan aloud.

�Oh yes, yes, please David, oh, yes, there, oh, oh, you�re so good, honey,
ooohhh!�
Brown eyes
almost popped out of their sockets, when Jacqui began to rock back and forth.

�Uhm, y� know, that�s wrong on so many levels, it�s not funny�, cringed Nick at
the woman�s shameless display. Who immediatly stopped her antics and replied,
�Yeah, just
had the same thought. Well then, have a good night.� The brunet frowned.
�I still think
it�s risky being here. We moved David away because we couldn�t be sure wether
or not there�d be another attack on his home, and we haven�t yet found Debbie
either. Why d� ya insist on staying here?� Eyes, almost olive in the dim-lit
room, regarded him carefully.
�Because
I�ve seen the way you look at him. And I saw the way David acts around you.
He�s far more relaxed, friendly, mature and �content than I�ve ever seen him
before. I�m sure, in due time he�ll return your feelings.�
Nick�s jaw
just hung there, lifelessly, before he snapped it closed and sputtered,
�What?�
�Oh please,
I got eyes, y� know? The way you hover over him like a nervous cluck, how you
stare at him when you think he isn�t looking, like a love-sick puppy..It�s
really cute. Sickeningly romantic in a very pathetic way, but still cute.�
Nick had
gone six shades of red; trying to get his stutter under control and failing
miserably. Jacqui gracefully ignored his discomfort and continued,
�It will
take a while for him to get over Wendy. He did love her, y� know. But I guess,
once he does, they two of you will be very happy together. Just�David�s been
hurt and betrayed so many times in his life. Please, don�t hurt him anymore,
Nick.�
The
brunet�s expression darkened.
�I would
never. Ever. Do anything to cause him pain. Ever�, he declared.
Lurid eyes
shone suspiciously at the heated, earnest pledge.
�Oh, I know
you won�t, because I can�t imagine that you want to face my wrath, now, do
you?�
Jacqui�s
tone and eyes were warm and friendly, her smile soft and motherly.
Nick almost
wet himself.
He shook
his head vividly, not even daring to think what the fingerprint specialist
might come up with if she even only suspected him to cause David any
kind of pain.�
She smiled
fondly, and slipped out of her shoes.
�Good boy.
Now, you hop along and drive carefully, ya hear? And say David thanks for the
accomodations. It�s really nice here.�
Dumbly, the
Texan nodded, as he made his way to the door.
�Yeah,
I-uh, we�ll be seeing y� for breakfast, right?� he asked.
�Eight
thirty sharp. I won�t leave you any waffles if you�re late.�
Nick
grinned.
�No prob;
I�m sure David will be happy to make me an extra stash.�
�He sure
will. Good night, Nick�, replied Jacqui, as she hugged him one more time and closed
the door behind him.
As he drove
the elevator down to the parking lot, Nick had the distinct feeling that with
Jacqui�s help, everything would turn out for the right.
So lost in
his thoughts, he never noticed the shadow following him as he made his way to
his car.

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Hooo,
suspense..just kidding!^^ I love how Jacqui can make grown men squirm and
wither in fear with just a look -now *that�s * power! Next chapter features
some more confessions and arguments, before- ahh, but you�ll just have to wait
for it. Please R&R, so I know wether or not anybody�s still following this
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Who is David Hodges?

The day that chased the moon