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Ring around the Rosie	By : PsychoBabble Category: CSI > General Views: 2409 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part 4
This chapter will occasionally switch from first to third person pov.
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It was about a week later after Nick and I first did 'it' and it not been the last. I pulled on a corduroy jacket and headed to the break room with Greg.

"Warrick and Sara, you get a robbery at a store where the clerk was killed," Grissom was giving out assignments already when we entered.
"Greg, Phoenix you two get to process a girl in the hospital," Grissom held out the piece of paper to Greg and we all left.
"I'm driving," I snatched the keys out of Gregs hand before he could react.
"Hey!" He called, as I climbed in the drivers seat and started the engine. It didn't take us long to get to the hospital, I could see Brass at the end of the corridor, I tossed the keys to Greg as the nurse led us to the girls room. She looked about four, maybe younger. I sighed, glancing over at Greg. He didn't look any happier about this than I felt.
"Hi," I walked over to the bed, carrying my case in one hand, i already had on gloves. I smiled a little at her, trying to put her at ease.
"I'm Phoenix and this is my friend Greg," I nodded in Greg's direction.
"Hi, my name's Laura," she hugged a purple colored teddy bear with one arm. It was clear to me that she had been crying, but I didn't know why. Greg seemed to be okay with letting me take the lead. I set down my case and opened it to let the g
"We're CSI's. That means we collect evidence, it helps us find out what happened. Is that okay?" I asked her. Laura nodded, her hands were shaking a little.
"Okay, you see this?" I held up a small stick that looked a little like a toothpick.
"It's used to scrape under your nails to see if we find anything, it doesn't hurt," I told her. She nodded, holding out one hand to me, cluthing the teddy bear with her other hand. I gently scraped under her nails, letting whatever was there fall onto the piece of paper I put under her hand.
"Why did he say it?" She asked, in a quiet voice. I looked up at her as she switched hands, I scraped under those fingernails and carefully folded the paper, putting it in an envelope. I handed the envelope to Greg and took out a camera to take pictures of her hands.
"A pocket full of posies," she whispered. I froze for a moment, sure I'd misheard her.
"What did you say?" I looked up at her again.
"When I was hiding in the upstairs closet, he was outside the door and he said 'a pocket full of posies', why?" She asked.
"Oh...god..." I dropped the camera, made a run for the door, but I didn't make it before I threw up on the floor.
"Phoenix! What's going on?!" Greg asked. I struggled briefly with the door handle and yanked the door open, stumbling out and throwing up on the floor just outside the door. I doubled over slightly. Feeling the fear in my chest. Brass hurried down the hall towards me. Greg came out after me.
"Phoenix?" He was watching me.
"I'm fine," my voice was a little croaky. He hesitated for a moment, but Brass waved him back into the room.
"I've got this," he told Greg. After another few moments, Greg finally returned to the girl.
"What is it?" He asked me. Carefully moving around the puddle of puke I'd just left on the floor.
"Nothing," I replied. He pulled a handkerchief from a pocket and gave it to me, I took it, wiping my mouth off.
"Yeah, we both know that isn't true, what happened?" He raised an eyebrow, waiting for an answer.
"He's back," I told him. He gave me a disbeliving look.
"That girl in there...Laura? He said 'a pocket full of posies'," I coughed, feeling like I was going to throw up again. I looked up at Brass. He sighed and nodded.
"I see," he said.
"That's it? All you have to say is 'I see'?" I asked a little harsher than I meant.
"What do you want me to say?" he told me. I closed my eyes leaning against the wall.
"Shit..." i mumbled.
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"You can't do that!" I snapped at Grissom.
"It's clear to me that you can't work this case objectively, so for now you work with Sara," Grissom responded calmly. I opened my mouth to argue further, but then turned and stomped out, slamming the door of his office hard. Sara was walking past, she didn't even react to the door slamming.
"I take that to mean you're ready," she held out the file she had in her hand. I grabbed it, not saying anything.
"Ok, so...what we know is this guy or girl comes into the store, but they weren't looking for cash," Sara entered the elvator and I followed her, traveling downward to ground level. I nodded trying to concentrate on what she was saying.
"Show me your evidence, Captain Brass," a very familiar voice. Brass held a guy by the elbow about to head into an interrogation room with him, Warrick and Greg. I shoved past Sara.
"Evidence?!" I yelled, I surprised myself with the venom in my own voice. I was still running towards them, I didn't know what I was going to do.
"I don't fucking need it to do what you've done! Let me go, Warrick!" My voice was rising. Warrick had stepped out between me and the guy Brass had, he grabbed me like a footballer tackling another player.
"Calm down!" Warrick snapped at me. He had no idea why I was acting this way. Greg was giving me a confused look, but he probably knew it was related to what had happened in the hospital earlier.
"Take her to my office!" Brass said. Shoving the man into the interrogation room.
"And you keep your mouth shut!" Brass told him sharply, just as the guy was about to say something. Warrick struggled to drag me back to Brass's office with Sara's help, I finally relented and went with them. I sat on the couch inside.
"What the hell was that all about?" Warrick asked. I stared at the wall.
"Nothing," I said shortly.
"That wasn't nothing. That was batshit crazy," Warrick said calmly. I shrugged and said nothing. He sat in the chair by Brass's desk and Sara left again, heading back upstairs. It was at least an hour later when Brass came into his office. He looked at me.
"Calmer now?" He asked.
"Just peachy," I replied a little sarcastically.
"Warrick, Sanders probably needs some help processing that guy and make sure you both do a thorough job," Brass glanced to Warrick, who nodded and walked out.
"You can't go around threatening suspects like that, Phoenix," Brass sighed.
"After what he's done?! At least all I did was threaten him!" I looked up at him.
"Grissom called; he's suspended you for three days,"
"What?!" I burst out, coming to my feet.
"Can you blame him? I get why you did that, but others don't, not unless they know about it..." he continued.
"You wouldn't," I said.
"No, but you could. Especially Nick, don't you think that he should know?" He asked. I shrugged, not wanting to answer.
"You don't think I know how you two feel about each other, hell everyone in this building knows. Tell him,"
"Yeah, it's as easy as that..." I muttered, turning and opening the door to leave.
"Give me your gun," Brass said firmly.
"What? I'm not going to shoot the fucker," I said.
"I've seen what you do when you're out of control, hand it over," he held out his hand. I growled slightly and did as he said.
"Fine..." I slapped the holstered weapon into his hand and then left.
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"Where are you going?" I heard Nick's voice behind me. I sighed, turned to look at him.
"What do you want?" I asked rudely. He took a step back as if i hit him, but right now I didn't care.
"I talked to Greg, he told me what happened," he said.
"Good for him, but you know what, I'm not in the mood for this shit so just answer the question," I snapped at him. He blinked and if I'd been thinking about anyone other than myself at that moment I would have realised just how much of a asshole I was being to him.
"Nevermind, tell you what, when you're feeling better, gimme a call, k?" He turned and headed for the elevator and I left, taking the bus back to mine and Sara's place.
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"I'm telling you Nick, she's talking even less to me, she only comes out of room when she wants to eat or use the bathroom and even then she doesn't chat a whole lot. I'm not even sure she slept in a few days. I have no idea what's going on with her, it's like there's a ghost living with me, she flits around just like one at any rate," Sara was getting into her jacket, getting ready to head home for the day. She headed with Nick to the elevator, still talking.
"It's strange, totally not how she usually is," Brass and a few uniforms were taking the man that Phoenix had tried to attack out to a van, heading for a prison.
"I've tried calling her, she either hangs up on me or doesn't even answer. Can you at least let her know that I'm here for her?" Nick gave her a serious look. Sara nodded, heading for her car, then pointed, holding her case over her head as it was raining heavily.
"It looks like she's come out of hiding and you can tell her yourself," she told him.
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I had received a call from Brass a short while ago telling me they had the right guy. I stood at the edge of the parking lot, hands in my pocket and the hood of my hooded sweater pulled up, not that it helped I was soaking wet underneath the clothes I wore. I watched Brass push the guy into the van and close the doors, he glanced over at me. I nodded to him, gave him a small, sad smile. I felt arms wrap around me from behind and I nearly jumped a mile. I looked up into Nicks face. I sighed and looked away again.
"I'm sorry, I've been an ass to you," I apologised.
"Yep," he said, not denying the fact.
"We...should talk...I mean, if you want to, we should," suddenly I was unsure of myself. He nodded, gave me one of his gentle smiles.
"Want to come to my place?" He asked. I nodded as I saw Brass crouch by Laura, saying something to her. I sighed, knowing I had to.
"Right after I talk to someone," I took his hand and led him back into the station, my shoes squelching they were so wet. Brass had left by the time we got there, I sat down next to Laura, opened my mouth to say something, the closed it again.
"You're the one that got sick on the floor," she looked up at me. I blushed slightly, nodded at her.
"That would be me. I'm sorry about that, sometimes you can't control certain things, you know what I mean?" I asked.
"Yeah...my mom says it's..." she frowned slightly and I could feel and understand her sadness.
"My mom used to say that it's okay if we don't mean it," she looked up at me again.
"My auntie's coming to take me home to her house, she says that she loves me...but..." she stopped and frowned again.
"I know," I said. Nick was giving us a confused look, not sure what the conversation was about anymore. I looked up at him, smiling a little.
"This is Nick, Nick this is Laura," I introduced them. Nick smiled and waved to her.
"Is he your boyfriend?" She whispered loudly.
"Yep," I whispered back, just as loudly.
"He's cute!" She whispered to me. I couldn't help laughing a little at that, wondering where a four year old would think that. Nick snorted a small laugh, trying to cover it with a cough.
"Yes, and he's a nice guy and caring to," I told her. I grinned at him, he was blushing brightly.
"Does he love you?" Laura asked.
"Yeah," I replied. She sighed again, hugging her purple teddy tightly.
"My aunty says she loves me...but..." she stopped talking again.
"I know," I looked up at Nick again, before looking back at her.
"Nick tells me he loves me, like...all the time," I sighed. Laura watched me closely.
"Do you love him?" She asked. I smiled at her, then up at Nick again.
"I love him with every part of me," I said. The grin he shot me was enough to make me think that I hadn't totally screwed up what we had.
"I'm afraid," she whispered.
"I know," I said. Not much anyone could do for that except be there for Laura, I saw a woman coming towards us with Brass and I knew she was Laura's aunt.
"Aunt Kathy!" Laura called, sliding down from her chair and running to her aunt. For a moment I watched aunt and niece hugging.
"Did you mean what you said?" Nick asked. I looked over at him.
"About loving me," he continued. I blushed, but nodded.
"Yes, I meant it," I replied. He smiled, leaned in and kissed me.
"I love you to," he said. He held out one arm to the door.
"Still want to talk,"
"Not really...but there's some things you need and deserve to know about me..." I said.
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