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Ring around the Rosie	By : PsychoBabble Category: CSI > General Views: 2408 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ring around the Rosie

Part 2
@a@a@a@a
I came into Vegas on the bus late on Wednesday evening. I was actually surprised to see that Brass had come to pick me up.
"Hey...how did you know what time I was coming in at?" I asked him, letting him take one of my bags.
"One of the deputies you worked for put in a call, thought it'd be nice to come down here myself," he replied, putting my bag in his trunk and I put in the ones I carried.
"Figures, they threw a going away shindig for me today, I think the whole town showed. I guess they must have liked me or something," I got in the passenger seat once he unlocked the car doors.
"Why did you leave it until the last minute to get up here?" Brass asked.
"You off all people know the answer to that," was all I said. He nodded as he started the car and drove us to the CSI lab. I grabbed my bags from his trunk and headed inside with them, asked direction to the locker room after showing my ID and went to dump my stuff in there. There was an older woman in there already with reddish blonde hair. She smiled at me as she put some things her locker.
"Just come in tonight?" She asked. I held out my hand to her.
"Yeah, Phoenix Matthews," I introduced myself.
"Catherine Willows, welcome to Las Vegas," she pulled a jacket on.
"Thanks, hoping it's slightly more interesting than the last town I was in," I said. She laughed, nodding as she closed her locker.
"If there's one thing Las Vegas on graveyard shift isn't, it's boring," she told me. I went to the locker I'd been assigned to and opened it, putting some things inside.
"Hello, ladies," Warrick Brown walked into the room, Nick Stokes right behind him. I looked towards Catherine.
"I think you're the first person to ever call me a lady," I said, turning to look at him.
"Phoenix Matthews," I shook his outstretched hand.
"Hey, Nick," I smiled at him.
"Hey, have you ever been a cheerleader?" He asked suddenly. I blinked at the unexpected question.
"Uh...no," I laughed a little
"Do I look like a cheerleader to you?" I asked. He made a grunting like noise and went to his locker. I looked to Catherine, who just shrugged. I followed her out to what was probably the break room and general meeting area.
"Hey, Greg," I said to the CSI already sitting at the table.
"So, how do things usually run around here?" I asked.
"Things usually run right from the start of shift," I heard Grissoms voice behind me.
"Miss Matthews, you will be with Greg,"
"I get lead? Yesss!" Greg pumped his fist.
"For a break in," Grissom gave Greg the info sheet. Greg took it with a sigh.
"A break in? seriously?" He asked. Grissom gave him a look.
"Hey, at least you get to babysit someone," I told him. Nick and Warrick came into the room.
"Yeah, great, let's go, newbie," Greg stood up and walked out the door.
"Newbie? Hey, I'm very good at most video games," I followed him. I grabbed a set of keys.
"And I'm also driving," I informed him.
"Do you even know which way we're going?" He asked.
"Well...no, but no time like the present to learn, right?"
"Give me the keys," he held out his hands. I let out a long mock sigh and handed them over. We got in and he started driving, to one of the suburbs. We walked up the front walkway.
Turned out to be just that, nothing was stolen no one was hurt. It also turned out to be the husband and the wife who owned the house that set it all up, hoping to cash in on the insurance.
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A few days later I looked around Sara's apartment. It was small, but comfortable and neat.
"This will be your room," she led me into one of the two bedrooms.
"Nice place, how much did you say the rent was?" I asked her.
"Three fifty a month," she replied. I blinked, having thought it would be a lot more than that, then smiled at her.
"Sounds right in my price range, I'll take it," I set my bags down by at the end of the bed and pulled my wallet from my pocket, paying her in cash.
"Thanks, I'll be going to the grocery store in a while if you need to grab some stuff," she invited. I nodded, smiled at her.
"Yeah, it'll be nice to have something that doesn't come from a fast food place," I started to unpack the few bags I had.
"I thought I'd be spending at least a week looking for a new place, so thanks, I really appreciate this," I said. Putting some long sleeved tshirts in the dresser drawer.
"Hey, you need a place to stay," she said.
"So what's this whole breakfast thing all about?" I asked as I headed for the kitchen to get a glass of water.
"Twice a month the graveyard gets together and does something together, not always breakfast. That's my deal, Warrick's is we go do paintball or go kart track, something like that, Greg does board games or video games and Nick does a poker night," she grinned. I filled a glass with water.
"A night...or day together with no Grissom, he claims it isn't his 'thing' and Catherine prefers to spend time with Lindsey and tonight Hodges is also coming,"
"Oh, god," I muttered.
"So you mind if I help with your breakfast thing?" I took a swallow of my water. Sara shook her head.
"Plenty of work to go around when there's five people to feed," she replied.
"You haven't lived until you try my cranberry and white chocolate chip pancakes," I told her.
"Sounds great, ready to go?" Sara asked me. I nodded, setting my glass on the drain board and followed her out to her car.
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I returned to the table with a plate of pancakes and some bacon, moving in between Warrick and Hodges to sit down.
"Nice jeans," Hodges leaned back to look at my ass.
"They'd look great on my bedroom floor," he continued. I sat down, picking up my fork.
"Yeah, if I ever get as desperate as that line, I'll look you up," I reponded. Sitting right across the table from Nick, I didn't miss the narrowing of his eyes when he looked at hodges. I started to eat, half listening to the conversation going on around me.

"Oh...you think so, huh?" Warrick smirked at Nick.
"Then tell me, how did it get there?" Nick asked.
"Easy, the stepdaughter left it there, she was jealous of all the attention her stepbrothers were getting," Greg put in. That was when I felt a hand on my leg.
"Hodges," I looked at him.
"What?" He was studiously looking at his plate.
"Take your hand of my thigh, before you have an accident," I said. His hand didn't move.
"I'm fucking serious, Hodges," my look turned to a glare. There was silence around the table, all eyes on me and Hodges.
"Hodges...do what she says," Nick said from across the table. Slowly Hodges removed his hand. I stood up, taking my plate and dumping what was left of my pancakes in the trash, then walked out, heading for the bathroom and slamming the door. Warrick gave Hodges a look.
"Do you have to try to get with EVERY female that walks past you?" He asked sarcastically. I pressed my forehead against the mirror, closed my eyes. I let out a sigh, blinked my eyes open again.
"Just let it pass..." I whispered. I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. There was a knock on the door.
"You okay in there, Phoenix?" Nick's voice came through the door. I sighed again, turned around and opened the door, smiled a little.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied. He looked at me for a long moment.
"Want to go back in to the others?" I led the way, not waiting for his answer. Moved my seat away from Hodges and sat down, picking up my cup of tea and drinking it slowly. The conversation moved on to something else. I didn't even notice when Sara stood up and walked Hodges and Warrick to the door, Greg had left a few minutes earlier.
"Phoenix?" Nick's voice broke through my zoned out state.
"Huh?" I blinked over at him.
"I was asking if you'd like to go get a coffee or something after tomorrows shift is done?" He asked. I nodded, smiled back at him.
"Sure," I sipped some of almost cold tea. He grinned ear to ear.
"The others joining us?" I asked. The grin dropped and it suddenly hit me, now the looks he Had been sending Hodges way earlier made sense.
"Oh!" I blushed brightly.
"Sorry I...do you think that's a good idea? With us working together I mean," and almost as soon as the words were out of my mouth a little voice whispered in my mind 'It's just coffee'. I shrugged, still blushing, then nodded.
"That sounds great, I'd really like that," I told him. The grin was back in an instant, he stood up.
"Great, I'll see you later," he headed for the door. I watched him go. I started clearing the table and a few moments later Sara returned. I gave her a slightly accusing look.
"Why didn't you say something?" I asked. She gave me a blank look, reaching for a dish cloth and started drying.
"About what?" She asked.
"Nick..." I replied. She smiled, dried off a cup.
"I thought you knew, he's been kind of obvious about liking you," she told me. I blushed, shook my head and gave her a rueful grin.
"A CSI for a few years now and some stuff passes right over my head," I said.
@a@a@a@a
It was a few weeks later and I sat across the table from Nick in a restaurant. We'd gone out a few times and all this time a part of was actually liking my new relationship, but at the same time something was holding me back
"My folks are still in Texas, my father's a judge and mom used to be lawyer," he said. He took another forkful of food.
"Never been to Texas, should have known you were; it's in your accent," I smiled at him. He smiled back, took a sip of his water.
"So, where are your family and where did you grow up?" He asked. I blinked, not expecting that question, I should have as it was bound to come up eventually.
"I...they're in Los Angeles..." it wasn't really a lie.
"Grew up around there," I shrugged, taking a long drink of water.
"You ever go back to visit?" He asked.
"Not really," I replied, at his questioning look I sighed.
"Maybe I'll tell you some day,"
"Sounds like a cop out to me," I knew he was teasing. My jaw clenched tightly.
"It's something I don't want to discuss it," I said shortly. I stood up, tossing my napkin on the table.
"I need to use the bathroom," I turned to walk away.
"What...? What did I do?" He asked. I let out a deep sigh, looking back at him, sitting back down.
"Nothing, I'm sorry...it's just something I don't want to talk about," i told him. He nodded that, seeming to accept it.
"Alright," he said. There was a long awkward pause.
"So what kind of movies do you like? I have a preference for action movies, they don't require you to pay much attention, so you can just watch it," I said, in an attempt to get things back on a more comfortable footing.
"Probably about the same. I mean, who doesn't enjoy a good action flick?" He grinned.
"My thoughts exactly. But a good fantasy movie is good as well," I smiled back at him.
"What about romances and...those kind of movies?" He asked. I shuddered dramatically.
"Eww...no thanks. Same with books, no romance please," I finished the last of my dinner. Nick laughed and nodded.
"I think I love you," he said suddenly. I assumed he was kidding after what I just said. I drank some more water.
"I'm serious," he said. I nearly spit my water back out and restrained the urge I had to run like hell away from him.
"Yeah...ok..." I mumbled awkwardly. He frowned a little at that and I was saved by my phone ringing, I reached into my pocket and pulled it out, answering it his phone rang a moment later.
"Okay, I'm on my way," I hung up and put it back in my pocket, Nick was still talking. So I waved the waitress over and paid for our meal. As soon as he got off the pone, we stood up.
"I wish you'd stop doing that. I asked you out, let me pay," he said.
"Just habit," I shrugged. I didn't want to be beholden to anyone for anything.
"Got a call to go in, warehouse with multiple victims," he said. I nodded, pulling my jacket on.
"Same one, guess it's all hands on deck for this one," I got in the passenger side of his car. He got in the drivers seat, put the keys in the ignition and started driving.
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I put down a marker next to yet another spent shell casing. Detective Lew Vartann was standing near the door, but talking on his phone, his back to me. Greg; my wonderful 'babysitter' was in a room nearby and Catherine, Warrick and Nick were nearby somewhere. I crouched next to a small cluster of shell casings. I saw movement out of the edge of my eye. I signeled Vartann, who had just hung up, letting him know, he unholstered his gun, as did I.
"Step out into the light, slowly," Vartann ordered. There was a long pause and then the sound of running feet and a door being shoved open.
"Son of a...I hate it when they run..." I took off after him. Vartann was behind me and I could hear him on his radio as he ran.
"Hold it!" I called. I still didn't have a clear view of who it was. He was fast, I picked up speed trying to catch up to him, even though I knew it was probably a bad idea. Greg was coming after Vartann, but Vartann fell back some more. I chased him for what felt like a few minutes, but was probably only a few seconds. I turned around some concrete piping and lost sight of the person I was chasing for a moment, then I saw him up ahead, as he turned and shot in my general direction. I knew I was gaining on him. He let off a few more shots and kept running. That was when I felt the tearing pain in the right side of my chest.
"Shit...not now..." I ground out, my hand going to the side of my chest. Vartann rounded the corner, saw me and believing that I had been shot stopped next to me.
"I'm fine..." I coughed, trying to breathe properly.
"He went that way..." I pointed in the direction and he ran that way. Greg came around the the piping after a few seconds, I was now doubled over slightly, hand still against my chest. I was starting to feel a little light headed, i sucked in as much air as I could. He pulled his radio out of his pocket and put in a call for paramedics. Warrick joined us right before my body decided to show how tough I really wasn't and I passed out.
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I woke up in a hospital bed, Nick stood in the doorway and Brass was sitting in a nearby chair. I could feel a nasal cannula on my upper lip, feeding me some oxygen. Brass was on his feet as soon as he saw I was awake.
"Just what the hell were you thinking?!" He snapped. I could still feel a little pain in my chest, obviously while I was out the tear had been repaired. Nick moved closer to my bed.
"What was I meant to do? Let him get away...he didn't, right?" I asked. Jim Brass, shook his head.
"Yes, there were plenty of other people who were there, that don't risk getting-" he was obviously not happy with me. I narrowed my eyes at him, flashing a quick look at Nick, then back to Brass.
"Look at me, I'm fine," I said calmly, interuppting him.
"Waking up in a hospital after something like this, isn't 'fine', Phoenix. It's stupid, you could have been killed," he was glaring at me slightly. I shot another quick look at Nick.
"Brass is right," Nick wasn't sure what exactly was going on here.
"Okay, you're both right, I shouldn't have done that," I agreed, trying to defuse this before Brass started talking about things I didn't want mentioned. Clearly he was having none of it.
"You think that no one knows about you and Nick," Brass nodded in Nick's direction.
"That's no ones business but mine and Nick's," I argued. Brass sighed, trying to calm down.
"If you continue this relationship with him...you're going to have to tell him eventually," he said. Nick had a confused look on his face.
"No, Jim," I shook my head at him. Brass looked right back at me.
"I thought you were over having this deathwish thing. You think that this is what your-" he continued.
"I get it, okay?! I was a fucking idiot, alright?! It won't happen again!" I practically yelled at him, then started coughing. Nick hurried to pour me a some water from the jug on the nightstand. I took it, taking a few sips. Brass shook his head.
"I got to get back to work," he stated, turned and walked out.
"What was that all about?" Nick asked, concern evident in his voice as he sat down in the chair next to my bed.
"It isn't important," I told him.
"It sounded important to me," he said quietly.
"Please, Nick, don't...I don't want...I can't talk about this now..." I struggled to push down feelings I didn't want to deal with, after a moment I looked over at him. He sighed and nodded.
"Did they say how long I'd have to be in here?" I asked.
"Doctor said for a few more hours and when you get out of here take it easy for a few days," he replied.
"Yeah, that's not going to be a problem in our line of work," I said, trying to make a joke and ease the tension.
"And that's why Grissom will probably keep you on lab duty for a while," he informed me.
"I can't think of anything more fun," I made a slight face.
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A day later I sat on a stool in one of the lab rooms, trying to sort through the many shell casings that had been brought in from the warehouse murders. So far I had three different ones. According to Grissom's orders I was confined to the lab for at least a week. Greg stuck his head in the door, a file in one hand.
"Vartann is about to start interrogating the other guy we brought in, want to come observe?" he said. I nodded, stood up and followed him down to the interrogation rooms. Vartann was questioning the suspect with Warrick. His answers were slow, like he had to think of the answer before giving it.
"The arresting officer thinks he might have some mental disability," Greg explained. I nodded, continued listening. Vartann seemed to be getting a little frustrated, Warrick sad forward.
"We know you were there and that you have a gun," Warrick said. After a moment the guy nodded.
"Yeah, I watch the trains there, I like trains," his answer seemed a little off to me. I looked at Greg.
"Can I go in there?" I asked. Greg nodded, gesturing to the window. I walked over, opened it and took a seat after moving it to one end of the table.
"JT, right?" I asked. He nodded and smiled at me.
"Yeah, my mom called me James Taylor, but everyone calls me JT," he replied. I nodded, smiled back at him.
"That's cool," I said. I reached for the file that Warrick had in front of me, looking quickly through it.
"Well, JT, we have a problem. Because our evidence shows that you fired your gun in that warehouse, at least three times,"
"When I'm waiting for trains to come I practice with my gun in there. My dad told me that I should be prepared to defend myself if anything bad happens," he said carefully.
"That's smart. Unfortunetly our evidence also shows your fingerprints on some of the other shell casings we found, why is that?" I asked, I was bluffing, the fingerprints were still being run. Vartann and Warrick were looking at me, but didn't say anything, just letting me run with it.
"I think I picked up some when I was in the warehouse, I thought they might be gold and I'd be rich," he replied. I continued to smile at him.
"I grew up in foster care, JT. And one of the places I stayed at...well there was this girl. Everyone else in the home assumed that she had Downs Syndrome or there was something wrong with her," I kept watching him, no longer smiling. I jerked my chin in Vartanns and Warricks direction.
"Detective Vartann and CSI Brown here are very smart guys, so am I. But sometimes we don't look beyond the evidence, we don't see what's right in front of us. Took me a few minutes to figure out that you're just playing us, JT. You're trying to pull one over on us. I know you're smarter than you're trying to make us believe," I tilted my head slightly. Vartann and Warrick were watching me and JT.
"See, this girl I knew back then, she let people believe what they wanted to believe, in fact she sometimes even did things to enforce that belief. So here's the deal, you tell us who else was there that night, what guns they had and where we can find them....or you will go down for this whole mess," I waited for him to start talking.
"I don't know what you mean, should I call my dad?" He asked, still playing his card. I sighed, rubbed at the bridge of my nose with my fingers.
"Tell us what we want to know, JT, we have other things to do today," I said. I stood up heading for the door.
"Alright, I'll talk," he glared at me as I left.
"That was great," Greg said when I came out.
"All in a days work around here," I smiled at him.
"Speaking of work...you're about due another break," he said.
"I think I need one," I said. Actually I was feeling tired, but didn't want to admit it. Greg nodded, heading for the break room and I followed. I turned the kettle on and waited for it to boil before making myself some tea, adding in some milk and sugar. Greg had already grabbed some coffee.
"So...how come everyone's watching me like I'm a piece of glass?" I asked him, sitting at the table. He blinked at me, gave me a half smile.
"You noticed that, huh? Well when one of us is injured in the 'line of duty' we look out for each other here..." he replied. I gave him a look.
"And Brass asked you to keep an eye on me, right?" I asked. He laughed a little.
"Yeah, the way he put it was as a special favor to himi," he replied.
"Great," I muttered. I drank some tea and opened a comic someone had left on the table.
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