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The New Jersey Connection	By : Brassfan24 Category: CSI > General Views: 1657 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3
/Newark, New Jersey/
Ralphie stood in the doorway of Justin's hospital room and watched the doctors and nurses working on his only son. They managed to stabalize him, at least for the time being. Andrea, or rather Dr. Brass, didn't want Justin to have any visitors tonight, given his severe condition.
Ralphie went back out to the waiting room. Just then Ronnie Capozza, Ralphie's ex-wife and Justin's mother, along with her husband Dennis came barreling into the waiting room. When she saw Ralphie she went right for him. "You bastard! This is all your fault. I never should have agreed to let you see him." Ronnie shouted at him.
"Hey, he's my kid too. You wanna control her?" Ralphie asked Dennis.
Dennis pulled his hysterical wife into his arms, while Ralphie went and sat down. Carmela, Tony's wife, sat down beside him and put her arm around his shoulder to try and comfort him. Ralphie just hung his head. How could this happen? Why did he leave Justin alone?
The kid that Justin was playing with was there with his parents. He looked at Ralphie. "It was an accident."
Ralphie jumped up from his seat. "An accident? What the fuck were you throwing arrows for?" Ralphie yelled.
Tony grabbed him and shoved him against the wall. "Watch it, Ralph. He's just a kid. It was a fucking accident."
Ralphie slumped against the wall and began to cry. He knew it was an accident. But he needed to take his anger out on someone else, rather than admit he fucked up as a parent. The last thing he wanted to be was responsible for something bad happening to Justin. His only son. His reason for living. No, he couldn't lose him. Not now, not ever.
Nicole sat down on the floor next to Ralphie and pulled him into her arms. He started to cry harder. "I can't lose him."
"You're not going to lose him, baby. He's gonna be fine. Why don't we go home? There's nothing else we can do here."
"Yeah, Ralphie, Nicole's right. I'll stay here and if anything happens I'll call you, okay?" Peter said.
"Yeah, okay. Thanks, Pete." Ralphie said whiping the tears from his face.
Ralphie and Nicole left first. Followed by Tony, Carmela, the little boy and his parents. Peter stayed behind like he promised, along with Ronnie and Dennis. Peter prayed that Justin would pull through because if he doesn't, Ralphie would lose it for sure.
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Jim and Catherine met Nick in the lobby of the hotel. "So, what do we do now?" Nick asked.
Jim pulled out his cell phone and dialed Peter's office. All he got was the voice mail. Jim closed the cell and shoved it back into his pocket. "I knew Peter wouldn't be at his office. Or he's there and avoiding me."
"Why would he avoid you?" Nick asked.
"Long story. Right now there's someone else I want to see."
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Jim, Catherine and Nick all piled in the SUV. Jim was driving, of course, after all he was the one that knew Newark. "Do you want to tell us where we're going?" Catherine asked.
"Yeah, we're going to the Newark Beth Israel Medical Center." Jim stated.
"Why?" Nick asked from the backseat.
"A personal matter." Jim said and left it at that.
The majority of the trip was silent. Jim pulled the SUV into the hospital parking, found a space and parked. They all got out and headed toward the building. Catherine and Nick followed Jim up to the third floor. They walked down to the nurses station.
Jim walked up to the desk and didn't notice Peter sitting in the waiting room. "Can I help you, sir?" the nurse behind the desk asked.
"I'm looking for Dr. Andrea Brass."
"Dr. Brass is with a patient at the moment, would you like to wait?"
"Yeah, I'll wait over here. Thank you."
Jim, Catherine and Nick walked into the waiting room at the same moment Peter glanced up. Jim and Peter looked at each other square in the eyes. "Jim? What the fuck are you doing here?"
"I'm looking for Andrea. What are you doing here?"
"Not that it's any of your business, I'm waiting to here news on a friends son."
At that moment Andrea emerged from Justin's room and looked right at Jim. "Jimmy? Oh my God!" She ran over and pulled Jim into a hug. "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to surprise you." he replied looking at Peter over Andrea's shoulder.
"Well, you certainly accomplished that. So, what brings you back home?" Andrea asked letting Jim go.
Again Jim looked at Peter. "Police business, actually. I'm working on a case."
"Figures. Who are your friends?"
"Sorry, Andrea, this is Catherine Willows and Nick Stokes. We work together in Vegas. This is my sister Andrea."
Catherine held out her hand in greeting. "Nice to meet you."
"Like wise." Andrea said shaking Catherine's hand. "Mr. Stokes, a pleasure."
"Nick, please, glad to meet you."
"All right, enough of this bullshit. I want to talk to you Jim." Peter said pulling Jim off to the side. "You had no right coming back here."
"The hell I didn't. I have a job to do and unlike you, I happen to do it honestly."
"You're an asshole, you know that, Jim?" Peter said and took a swing at Jim. He connected with Jim's jaw and sent him flying back against the wall.
Jim regained his composure and charged at Peter, knocking him to the ground. He slammed his fist into Peter's face, over and over again, until finally he felt himself being pulled off of him. It was Nick. Andrea ran over and got between her two older brothers. Peter's face was all bloody and Jim had a split lip and bruised knuckles.
"All right, I've had enough of you two. Either you learn to behave like civilized people or you leave this hospital right now."
Jim looked at Andrea. "You're right, I'm sorry. It won't happen again."
Andrea checked out both her brothers. Jim had to get a few stitches in his lip but nothing serious. Peter on the other hand ended up with a broken nose.
Jim, Catherine and Nick had made their way down to the cafeteria. Jim and Catherine were sitting at a table, while Nick went and got them all coffee. "Serves him right." Jim stated as Nick came back to the table.
"Who was that guy, Jim?" Nick asked as he sat down.
"My brother."
"How come you guys don't get along?"
"He's a dirty cop. I mean, it's never been proven but I know he's involved with the mob."
"The mob, really. So that's why we're here in Jersey. You know for a fact that Romano was a hit, don't you?"
"We're not a hundred percent sure, Nicky, but it's starting to look that way." Catherine replied, looked at Jim and placed her hand on his arm. "How's the lip?"
"Ah, it's nothing that won't heal."
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Back upstairs Andrea was talking to Peter. "How's Justin?" Peter asked.
"We have him stabalized." Andrea stated.
"He's going to be all right, isn't he?"
"He's got a punctured lung but I'm confident that he's gonna make a full recovery."
"I'll call Ralphie and let him know." Peter said and pulled out his phone and leaving.
Just then Jim, Catherine and Nick came back upstairs. Jim walked over to Andrea. "Hey."
"Hi. How are you feeling?"
"I'm okay. I've had worse."
"Yes you have, Jimmy, I'll never forget that."
"Ah, it was nothing."
"Nothing? Mike O'Toole tried to gut you. The last thing I wanted, Jimmy, was you on my operating table. He really wanted you dead."
"Yeah but he didn't succeed did he?"
"He was damn close though. I had to piece you back together."
"Hey, Andrea, O'Toole is not someone I want to be talking about right now, okay?"
"Okay. I understand."
"So, why is Peter really here? He told it has something to do with a friends son?"
"Justin Cifaretto. Poor kid came in with and arrow sticking out of his chest."
"Cifaretto? I know that name."
"His father is Ralph Cifaretto. He and Peter are best friends."
"Ralph Cifaretto. Son of a bitch."
"What's wrong, Jimmy?" Andrea asked.
Catherine and Nick walked over when they heard that. "Hey, Jim, you okay?" Nick asked.
"Does Cifaretto hang around with the Soprano crew?" Jim asked Andrea.
"Tony Soprano? He was here when Justin was brought in." Andrea said.
"I knew Peter was involved with them." Jim stated. "You've just verified it, Andrea, thank you."
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Peter had called Ralphie and updated him on Justin's condition while he was yet again driving to Bada Bing. He pulled into the parking lot, parked and went inside. Tony, Christopher and Paulie were sitting in the backroom. "Hey, Pete, whoa, you look like you just went a couple rounds with Rocky Marciano. What the fuck happened?" Paulie asked.
"That's what I'm here about. That call I got a few days ago from the Vegas P.D."
"Yeah, what about it?" Tony asked.
"It was my brother, Jim. He's the Captain of the homicide division out there and he's in town checking into Roselli."
"Your brother?" Christopher asked.
"Yeah, Romano's his case."
"Is he gonna be a problem?" Tony asked.
"Let me handle him, okay?" Peter asked. "I'll make sure he doesn't become one."
"Make sure you do. We can't have him asking questions." Tony said.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure of it." Peter said and left.
"You should let us handle this, Tony." Christopher said.
"Let's see how Pete handles things. If he fucks up, you can get rid of both of them."
"Right." Christopher stated.
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Andrea had invited Jim, Catherine and Nick over to her house for dinner and they gladly excepted. They had gone back to the hotel to clean up and change clothes. When they arrived at her house Jim rang the bell. Andrea answered and let them in. "Make yourselves at home. Would you like something to drink?"
"Whatever you have." Jim said as he, Catherine and Nick sat down in the living room.
"I have wine, beer, coffee."
"Actually, scotch would be great, if you have it." Jim said.
"Of course I have scotch. Anything for you two?" Andrea asked Catherine and Nick.
"I'll have a beer." Nick replied.
"Wine for me." Catherine said.
"Red or white?"
"Red, please."
"Coming right up." Andrea said and went into the kitchen.
Nick was sitting in an easy chair, while Jim and Catherine sat together on the couch. Jim took Catherine's hand in his and smiled at her. Well, as best he could, what with his swollen lip and all. Catherine smiled back and leaned into him.
Nick watched them. He still couldn't believe they were together, but he was happy for them. If anyone deserved to be happy, it was Jim and Catherine. Andrea came back to the living room with the drinks and noticed Jim and Catherine on the couch.
"Well, this is a surprise. Are you two...?" Andrea asked.
Jim looked at Catherine, who nodded, and then back to Andrea. "Yes, we are." Jim said.
"Wow. How long?"
"Just recently actually." Jim replied.
"I'm happy for you." Andrea said and handed everyone their drinks. "Dinner will be ready soon."
"No rush." Jim said and took a sip of his scotch.
"I ran into Nancy the other day." Andrea said.
"Oh." Was all Jim had to say.
"Who's Nancy?" Catherine asked.
"My ex-wife." Jim said. "Do you keep in touch with Doug?"
"I'd rather not talk about Doug, okay?"
"Okay."
"So, Nick, Catherine are you two cops also?" Andrea asked.
"We're crime scene investigators, actually." Nick said.
"We have the best lab in the country." Catherine added.
"I know. Jimmy's mentioned it more than once."
"What can I say? I love my job and the people I work with." Jim stated.
"Do you have any children, Andrea?" Catherine asked.
"I have two daughters. Kayla's twenty-one and Hailey's nineteen. They're both in college. How about you?"
"I have a daughter, Lindsey, she's fourteen."
"Tough age. How about you, Nick? Any kids?"
"No. I've never been married."
"Really? That's hard to believe." Andrea said. "So, Jimmy, how's Ellie."
"I wouldn't know. She's doesn't talk to me. I haven't seen her in over a year."
"She was in Vegas?"
"No, L.A. She called me when her friend disappeared."
"And of course you went running. Why don't you let Nancy handle her?"
"Because she's my daughter, too, and nothing's gonna change that."
Andrea didn't push the subject any further. She and Jim didn't see each other very often and the last thing she wanted was for the evening to end with an argument. Not only that, she didn't know exactly what Jim's friends knew about the situation and didn't want to spill information they had no knowledge of. So the subject was dropped.
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After dinner, Jim, Catherine and Nick made their way back to their hotel. They rode up to their rooms in the elevator together and the three stopped in front of Jim and Catherine's room. "You want to come in for a drink, Nick?" Catherine asked.
"No thanks. I'm tired. I'll see you guys in the morning." Nick said and went next door to his own room.
Jim unlocked the door and they entered their room. When he closed it, Catherine pushed him up against it and kissed him. He winced a little because of his lip but returned the kiss. Catherine wrapped her arms around his neck and he pulled her into him. She could feel his erection pressing into her. She loved that she had this effect on him because he definately had the same effect on her. In other words, they drove each other wild.
Jim pulled his jacket off as Catherine was pulling his shirt free from his pants. Jim pulled it over his head and threw it to the floor. Then he proceeded to remove Catherine's shirt and did so with ease. Next came her bra. Once that was off, Jim lowered his head and took the left nipple into his mouth.
Catherine moaned and Jim guided her to the bed. He laid her down and removed her pants, along with his own. He climbed on the bed and began exploring Catherine. He started at her throat, placing little kisses all the way down, until he made contact with her left breast. Gently he took the nipple into his mouth and started to flick his tongue over the sensitive flesh. He then moved to give the right one the same attention. During this little escapade, Catherine was moaning with extreme pleasure. Jim moved from her breasts, down her flat stomach, until he reached that magic spot between her thighs. He parted her with his fingers and moved his face down until his tongue came in contact with her womanhood. At this point, Catherine's body was writhing in pleasure and her moans were getting louder and louder. Jim continued his assault with his tongue until she came and her body finally relaxed.
Catherine then pulled Jim up to her and placed a deep, passionate kiss on his lips. Then she pushed him onto his back and straddled him. She kissed him again while running her fingers through his chest hair. She slowly slid down his body, finally finding what she had been searching for. Catherine took Jim's erection in her hand and lowered her head so she could take the tip into her mouth. As soon as her tongue made contact with the tip, he moaned. Loud.
Catherine started to move her mouth up and down until she had a steady rhythm going. Jim was feeling so much pleasure that for an instant he forgot his own name. Just then Catherine felt his balls tighten and knew he was about to come. But she didn't move. Jim warned her but she stayed in place and every last drop went down her throat.
Jim was spent. But he knew that their encounter was far from over. Catherine straddled Jim's thighs and positioned herself over his erection. When she felt she was lined up she impaled herself on him. Both looked at each other and Catherine started a slow pace. Jim placed his hands on her hips and without breaking pace he flipped her over onto her back on the bed. Jim started thrusting faster and faster and they both came together.
Jim and Catherine both collapsed on the bed. Breathing heavily and covered in sweat. Catherine didn't seem to have any complaints. Neither did Jim.
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A few hours later, Jim and Catherine were woken up by someone pounding on the door. Jim got out of bed, pulled on his robe and went to the door. Before he answered it, Catherine stopped him. "Hand me your shirt, Jimmy."
Jim picked his shirt up off the floor and tossed it to Catherine. She quickly pulled it on and buttoned it. Jim pulled the door open, thinking, maybe it was Nick on the other side. It wasn't. Peter was standing on the other side and pushed past Jim when he opened the door. "Peter, what the fuck are you doing?" Jim asked.
"Jim, you have to leave town. Now!" Peter stated.
"What? I'm not going anywhere until I finish what I came to do."
"You don't understand. You don't have a choice. You have to leave."
"No you don't understand, I have a dead body back in Vegas and it's my job to find out who killed him."
"Well, then, you leave me no choice, Jim." Peter said, pulling out his gun and pointing it at Jim.
TBC...
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