Of Nightmares and Pinkie-Swears, a CSI: Nick-Centric Fic

Oh, my poor Nicky! I just want to hug him. You really are a good writer, all the little things in the story that just makes it that much better. :bolian:

Well, he did get a little testy with Elizabeth, but I'm glad she kept it all in stride. I'm glad he isn't giving up and that she is going to help him.

Nicky shirtless :drool: Oh, sorry, where was I.... oh yeah,

“If I do,” he replied, his expression like stone and his jaw set, “do I have a chance?”
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Now he made have been talking about getting Cassie, but I'm thinking he also means if he would still have a chance with her (Elizabeth), you know, after he tells her the whole story. Sorry, I read between the lines sometimes. Even if they don't realize how they feel for each other.

Well, I'm glad that Emily will let Nick continue to see Cassie. To realize he is a good guy. That's great. And to be truthful to Cassie, that's the only way to be.

Besides Kristy wasn't his girlfriend and he made a mistake, but he was so much more naive then, he isn't now.

Now what gets me is I think someone is trying to prevent Nick from adopting Cassie. I keep thinking about where are the personal references and such. If the Kristy thing was over, why didn't it come up in the background check? See I'm thinking this and then Sara mentioned that she didn't receive a request for a reference and that pretty much confirmed it for me. Now who is it? Who's messing with our Nick?

Oh, so many questions that need answers, so hurry up and update! :)
 
Good evening, ladies . . . a quick update for you. Hope you enjoy.

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The following morning he crossed the yard to Elizabeth’s house and rang her doorbell. She answered in a pair of jeans with her hair down and a pair of ornate, horn-rimmed glasses perched on her nose. “Hey, Stokes,” she said cheerfully as she invited him in.​

Caught off-guard by her informal appearance, he rumpled his brow before he entered the house. “Hey,” he replied, stepping inside. He was instantly disarmed with the scent of cinnamon. “Smells good in here.”​

Smiling, she closed the door behind him and invited him into the kitchen. “Do you want some coffee?” she offered.​

“That’d be great, actually,” he said. “Warrick had me hauling his evidence all over the lab all night.”​

She gestured for him to sit down at the kitchen table and put a cup of coffee in front of him. “How about some breakfast? I don’t know if you eat breakfast food in the morning, but I made some cinnamon rolls . . . and fruit. I always have fruit.”​

He smiled. “That would be really nice,” he replied as he sat. She brought the fruit bowl and a plate with a warm cinnamon roll on it. As he sipped his coffee she sat across from him and began peeling an orange. Instead of diving right into her questions, she engaged him in conversation about his night at work, laughing with him when he saw the humor in his having pawed through an old case for four hours without realizing it.​

After a few moments, when Nick had finished eating and Elizabeth was filling his coffee cup again, he gazed up into her eyes without bothering to hide his admiration. “You’re seducing me,” he accused.​

She smirked, knowing that – however disappointing it might be – his reference was not sexual. She put the coffee pot back again and then sat down across from him, gathering her own cup in her hand. “I have a theory,” she began. “People say it’s hard to tell the truth sometimes . . . but after eighteen years of prosecuting criminals, I say differently. When you get a guilty person on the stand you don’t go for the tough questions right off the bat. You take it slow, get them comfortable, make them think you’re a pussycat. Then, when they’ve been lulled into a false sense of security, when they’re tired of tedious questions, when you’ve thrown so many details at them that they don’t even remember what their story is – then, you go for the jugular. You do this because by that time, they’re so tired and confused that their instinct is to do what’s easiest – tell the truth. Most of the time it’s such a knee-jerk reaction that they don’t realize what they’re saying until they’ve already said it, under oath, and it’s too late.”​

“So you think I’m guilty of something?”​

“I think you think you’re guilty of something,” she said, “and your reaction to my questions yesterday led me to believe that it wouldn’t be easy to get it out of you. So I am wearing you down with food and hot coffee after what has apparently been a very long night’s work.”​

He chuckled. “You know . . . you’re very good at what you do.”​

“I’m not the DA by accident.”​

“Well, Madam DA . . . either I came here ready to spill it, or your magic cinnamon rolls did the trick, or both . . . I don’t know. But here it goes. Did you read the transcript of Jack Willman’s trial?”​

“I skimmed it looking for your name. You didn’t testify and your name wasn’t mentioned. I read through Willows’ testimony but she never dropped a hint that another CSI was involved.”​

“Catherine did a very good job of making sure that my name stayed out of it. If you had read the transcript, you would have found what you’re looking for.”​

Elizabeth leaned in eagerly. “What am I looking for, Stokes?”​

“Kristy Hopkins was a prostitute and Jack Willman was her pimp. He killed her – he was angry with her because she was going to leave him and start her own racket . . . at least that’s what he said.”​

“And how is her profession connected to you?”​

Nick let out a breath. “I . . . slept . . . with . . . her,” he replied slowly, avoiding her eyes.​

If this surprised Elizabeth, she didn’t let on. “In a professional capacity?”​

“No,” he replied, shaking his head. Then he explained how he had met Kristy and how their complicated and unorthodox relationship had played out. He raised his head to look into her eyes to finish his story. “Sleeping with her wasn’t the smartest thing I ever did, but I don’t regret it. Professionally speaking, it was a mistake in judgment . . . I regret the consequences, but not the time I spent with her.”​

“What I don’t understand,” said Elizabeth thoughtfully, “is how any of this could’ve been discovered by DFS.” Her face was worried. “If you were never entered as a suspect in Kristy’s murder, the only other place your names could’ve been connected would be another case you worked involving her. According to what you just said, there would be two separate incidents, but who could’ve extrapolated your relationship from that? I’m sure she’s not the only victim or suspect you’ve seen more than once.”​

Nick shook his head. “No, she’s not. You know, Sara said something this morning that struck me as odd. She said no one had contacted her for a reference yet.”​

“That is odd,” replied Elizabeth. “Why wouldn’t they have done a complete background check before turning you down? Doesn’t make sense. What about your other references? Do any of them know about Kristy?”​

“Are you kiddin’? No,” he said, shaking his head emphatically. “Not even Audra, and I tell that girl everything.”​

“What about Catherine?” asked Elizabeth, sipping her coffee. “Did she get a phone call?”​

“I didn’t ask Catherine to be a reference,” replied Nick, a little sheepish.​

“You didn’t ask Catherine?”​

“Well, she was on the list, but my lawyer crossed her off. Too many moms, he said. All my sisters were already on the list.”​

“Stokes, who is this guy? Who told you it’d be better to have five women on the list who live three states away and who you never see than to have one co-worker parent refer you, only to drop your case at the first sign of trouble?”​

“His name is David Martin.” Nick was starting to feel downright inept. “My dad referred him.”​

“And what does he do for a living?”​

“He’s a supreme court justice.”​

“In Texas, I assume?”​

“Yeah. . . .”​

“I’m not impressed. This Martin guy’s a hack and he has no spine.” Nick put his elbows on the table and rubbed his temples. “The good news for you, Stokes, is that I have spine to spare. Something fishy’s going on here and I need to find out what it is. You may have made a mistake but to begin with, you’re entitled to due process and I don’t think you’ve gotten it. This shouldn’t haunt you for the rest of your life.”​

He met her eyes then. “Thank you.”​

“You’re not the only intelligent person who’s ever made a mistake,” she said with a knowing smile. “I’ll get this straightened out and when I’m done, you and Cassie can throw me a pool party when she’s all moved in.” She sipped her coffee, not breaking eye contact with him. “Hey – how did it go last night with her?”​

“She was upset, but she handled it well,” he replied. “She’s such a good kid.”​

“What did you tell her?”​

“I told her about Kristy – I just called her my girlfriend. I said there would be a delay, that it would take a little longer than we expected.” He smiled gently at her. “She wants to come visit you soon.”​

“Any time,” replied Elizabeth. “I’m just next door now.”​

As she sipped her coffee again, Nick lifted his chin and squared his shoulders. “I’m not a bad guy, Elizabeth,” he told her. “I hope you don’t . . .”​

She lifted an eyebrow when he trailed off. “Think less of you?” she finished for him, surprised. “Oh, good God, Stokes. You don’t honestly think I’ve never made a stupid mistake, do you?”​

He shrugged. “You’re very successful,” he replied. “Like you said, that doesn’t happen by accident. Certainly not when you’re an elected official.”​

“I got lucky,” she replied. “The person I wronged was too embarrassed to make it public.”​

“What did you do?” His brows knit in curiosity.​

“Something dumb,” she replied cryptically.​

“What’s dumber than a criminalist having a hooker for a girlfriend?”​

She smiled a little. “All right . . . I suppose it’s only fair for me to share, too.”​

He reached across the table and took her hand in his. “It’s not so bad.”​

She took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. “I was involved with a married man.” As soon as she said this, she looked away from his gaze. She knew he’d be disappointed – Nick was as straight-laced as they came – and she didn’t want to have to look at him when he decided to make the corresponding face. “I wasn’t dumb enough to think that he’d leave her for me, although he said it countless times. I was dumb enough to believe him when he said she had a boyfriend, that their marriage vows meant nothing . . . and I was dumb enough to fall in love with him.” Her eyes flicked up to Nick’s face once and then back to her coffee cup. She smiled, a little sadly. “I think that trumps your hooker girlfriend.” She squeezed the hand that held hers, and then pulled away to rise and walk to the sink, setting her cup in it. Looking out the window, she said, “You probably want to go home and get some sleep.”​

He joined her at the window, placing his hand on the small of her back. “How old were you?”​

“Almost twenty. I met him studying for the bar.”​

“You were a kid,” he said. “Don’t beat yourself up over it.”​

“I knew it was wrong,” she insisted, then turned to face him. His hand slid to her left hip. “Anyway . . . everyone’s got their secrets. You’re no different than anyone else, Stokes.”​

“Neither are you, Elizabeth.” He inched closer to her. “There’s somethin’ I’ve been wanting to ask you. It’s kind of been buggin’ me lately.”​

They were so close she could smell his faded aftershave. Trying hard to ignore its alluring scent, she tilted her head. “Oh. What is it?”​

His right hand on her hip, he used his left to push her hair off of her shoulders and cup her cheek gently. “Would you please call me Nick?”​

She swallowed, letting out a breath as she whispered, “Nick.”​

He tucked her hair behind her right ear, his fingers lingering there for a fraction of a second, a smile in his eyes. “I like you,” he said softly.​

“Nick,” she replied, his name crisp on her lips like cool water, “I like you, too.” Laying her right hand against his chest, she leaned into him almost imperceptibly. He laid his cheek on the top of her head as she wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled his body closer to hers. It was so much less than he wanted, but so much more than he expected and he reciprocated by sliding his right hand from her hip up her back, making her shiver, and then plunging both hands into her dark tresses.​

“Your hair smells nice,” he said after he had tangled his fingers up in it.​

She smiled, her cheek pressed against his chest. “Thanks,” she replied with a little laugh.​

He closed his eyes and held her closer, moving his left arm to cradle both of her shoulders and sliding his right down her back, his fingers leaving a trail of electricity as they traced the curve of her spine. Nick was quiet for a moment, enjoying the comfort of her embrace after his heartbreaking news, but soon enough the previous 24 hours caught up with him and his body started to feel heavy.​

“I bet I don’t smell so good.”​

“I’m not complaining,” she mumbled into his chest, but she pulled away to look into his eyes. “I’m sure you need some sleep.”​

He nodded, his big chocolate eyes crinkling at the corners. “I do.”​

“We’ll talk soon,” she said, unreasonably disappointed.​

He nodded again, linking the fingers of his right hand with the fingers of her left. Her cheeks bright pink, she smiled at him a moment, and then led him to the front door.​

“Thanks for breakfast,” he said in a low tone, right before a giant yawn overtook him.​

She laughed. “You’re welcome, St-” Stopping herself, she looked down at the floor and then up again at his expectant face. “You’re welcome . . . Nick.”​

Impulsively, he leaned over to kiss the spot between her big green eyes. “See you soon.” He opened the door and left Elizabeth’s house, heading across their yards. Elizabeth closed the door behind him, the loss she felt tangible.​

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(c) 2008 J. H. Thompson​
 
Oh I'm really enjoying this story. It's soooo good to see Nick finally doing something with Elizabeth, even if it is only a cuddle. Which they both needed. I can certainly see that Elizabeth will definitely be a bull in a china shop when it comes to Nick getting Cassie. And I think Elizabeth has fallen in love with Cassie and will do anything to make sure Nick gets her.

I look forward to your next update :)
 
Awww, that was so sweet. Man, I wish I was Elizabeth. I like how tender it was and didn't go right to the sex.

And as for Elizabeth, you go girl and get Cassie. Hmmm, I wondering if Nick's dad or brother are behind me not getting Cassie.

Very strange.

Oooo, looking forward to the next update!
 
It occurs to me that in this thread, I have not said thank you yet to lostladyknight, who beta-read for me and who's been great to bounce things off of - :luvlove::adore: to you, LLK!

I have another short update, which I hope you will enjoy. I promise you'll like the next update - it'll be quite a bit meatier. ;)

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“Willman . . . Willman . . . where’ve I heard that name before?”

Elizabeth Halles was sitting in her office, her feet up on her desk and her arms spread out, as if by laying in this semi-prone position some wisdom would come to her from above. Kristy’s murderer’s name had been a niggling annoyance for the past several days. Elizabeth was used to being able to remember just about everything, even the smallest detail of conversations, so being unable to remember where she’d heard a name got under her skin. Also, multiple phone calls to David Martin had not resulted in even a return call, which did not sit well with Elizabeth.

She was not a patient woman by nature. As a child, being shuffled to and from foster homes, she had no sense of entitlement and very few expectations. Since she began to work for the office of the district attorney, her expectations of those around her slowly increased, and since becoming the DA two years prior, her sense of entitlement, at least to the respect of a return phone call from a fellow attorney, had all but exploded.

Any real arrogance that might have resulted from her position was stemmed, and always had been, by Elizabeth’s background. She had attended an excellent college and an even better law school on scholarships given to her as a gifted student, but unlike many of her fellow classmates she struggled because she had to work in order to make ends meet. Growing up in foster care had actually prepared her for this. At college, as in many of her foster homes, there was no encouragement to be found after a frustrating day. In both places, she did what she had to do for survival, and for her own satisfaction.

Once she began to practice law, she found an entirely new motivation: victims. When her parents were murdered, she was five, and though she may have been seen as a victim, as a minor she wasn’t granted many of the same rights. Her mentally ill uncle, who had shot her father, and then her mother, had been sentenced to life in a mental institution not long after. Elizabeth did not know what had happened to him until she was ten. She had slowly forgotten the injustice she felt as a child, being set aside and whispered about, as she attained her legal education. The first case she ever worked involved the nursing home death of a seventy year-old woman whose daughters wanted answers. Elizabeth’s own memory of being likewise wronged came back with such force that she vowed never to forget again.

This led her to handle Nick Stokes’ case with as much tenacity as she brought to every other case she handled. If she were at all honest with herself, there was actually a little more. Cassie’s story had touched her heart with its similarities to her own, and through Cassie’s eyes, Elizabeth saw in Nick the hero she dreamed of as a little girl but who never came. And then there was Cassie herself, who for all her trials was a genuinely great kid who quite obviously adored Nick. She deserved the peace and sense of belonging that he could give her.

“Willman . . . .”

The appeal had been filed a week ago and was probably festering in giant pile of paperwork somewhere at DFS. She had asked Nick to find out where his father had gotten David Martin’s name, but that didn’t yield any leads. He was just a college buddy of Nick’s brother’s, and had no real connection to the family.

“Willman . . . .”

She was still muttering when Robert Christianson, a deputy district attorney, walked into her office. “What are you doing?” he asked with a befuddled expression.

Elizabeth didn’t move. “Bobby, do you know the name Willman? Have you heard that before?”

“Maybe,” he conceded. “You got a first name?”

“Jack.”

He thought a moment, then shook his head. “Nope. Nothing rings any bells. Want me to look it up?”

“I already did,” she said, sitting up and removing her feet from the desk. “I already know what Jack Willman’s guilty of – murdering a hooker – but I know I’ve heard the name Willman somewhere before and I just can’t place it.”

Bobby shook his head. “I can’t help you, Liz,” he said. “I’m sorry. What’s this all about?”

“Well . . . you know Nick Stokes,” she said, perching her glasses on her nose. “And you remember the Luke Daniels case – the one extradited from Lincoln County.”

“Couldn’t forget it,” he replied. “That little Cassie was so sad . . . it broke my heart to talk to her. And she was so afraid to testify I almost didn’t try to convince her to do it. But she was a trooper – testified like a pro.”

Elizabeth smiled. “Stokes wants to adopt her.”

Bobby’s eyes lit up. “Does he? I always had him pegged for a family man. Good for him.”

“Yeah, only he got turned down and I can’t figure out why. The letter he got cites some criminal activity, but he’s clean . . . he wouldn’t have a job if he weren’t. The DFS official also cited conflict of interest in the McBride’s murder – Stokes worked that case, you remember.”

“I remember he almost got tossed off the stand,” replied Bobby in annoyance. Hoisting an eyebrow, he took the letter Elizabeth held out and reviewed it. “It think this Jaycie Miller needs to look up the term,” he said. “Why would DFS care that he worked her case?”

Elizabeth shook her head. “I can’t figure, unless they’re just trying to confuse Stokes. Someone unfamiliar with the family court system might be, and while Stokes is familiar with criminal law, he’s far from a lawyer.”

“Didn’t he attain representation when he filed the petition?”

“Yeah – a David Martin.” She took the letter from Jaycie Miller out of Bobby’s hand. “Do you know him?”

“Nope,” he replied.

She let out a sigh. “He’s in private practice, referred to Stokes by his dad – did you know he’s a supreme court judge?”

Bobby shook his head. “Nope,” he repeated.

“His mom was a DA,” she noted. “Anyway, the little bastard won’t return my phone calls and I’ve tried to contact this Miller lady, but I’m getting nowhere fast.”

“And . . . how did you get involved in all of this?” asked Bobby, more than curious.

“I happened upon Stokes after Mr. Martin rather unceremoniously dumped the denial in Stokes’ lap and then dumped him. He’d taken me to see Cassie a couple of times and he’s my neighbor now, so . . . I offered.”

“Ah, I see,” said Bobby with a smirk. “The neighborly thing to do.”

“Don’t look at me like that,” she snapped, annoyed that she could be seen through so easily.

“Oh, come on, Elizabeth,” he said, exasperated. “Everyone knows you watched that case like a hawk because of the little girl, and now you have a thing for Stokes, don’t you?”

“Bobby-”

“Oh, no, sister,” he exclaimed, pouncing on her weak moment like she’d trained him to do. “I got you. You pretend you don’t like anyone but I got you – you have a thing for Stokes.”

“You’re fired.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” As his boss glared at him, Bobby sat on her desk. “What you need to do is strategize.”

“I’m the DA, Bobby. I’m all about strategy.”

“Of course you are. Now listen – what I’d do in this case is push for a speedy trial. Give DFS as little time as possible to gather all the necessary evidence.”

“There isn’t any evidence to gather. I need to find out who’s behind this so I can-”

“You need to get Stokes an approval,” he interrupted, ignoring her irritated look. “Keep your eyes on the prize, Liz. That’s what you always say. We get paid for convictions.”

“It’s family court, Bobby; there’s no trial. It’s a hearing and they take eons just to schedule.”

“Oh, but you have friends in high places.”

“I don’t do favors,” replied Elizabeth.

“But you do have coercive talents,” he suggested. “And party-planning skills.”

She nodded slowly in understanding. “I do, don’t I?”

“You do.”

She sat back in her chair, folding her hands neatly in her lap. “You know – you’re right. Back to the basics. Strategy and ass-kissing.” She eyed Bobby, still sitting on her desk. “You know any family lawyers?”

Bobby grinned. “I thought you’d never ask.”


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Elizabeth spent the next day on the phone. She spoke to the three lawyers to whom Bobby had referred her, fishing for information on who she could possibly speak to at DFS or anywhere else to get a hearing jammed into someone’s schedule. She wanted the best judge for the job, but knew she’d have to take anything offered. She spoke to child support caseworkers, social workers, department psychologists, even stenographers. In the end, all it took was to finally annoy someone enough to be passed onto a judge’s clerk, and with a little coordination between Betsy and the collective secretary for the department’s social workers, she was home free.

Nick called her twice that day, and though she didn’t have time to call him back, she was able to knock on his door that night to announce, “We have a hearing date.”

“Oh – that’s good,” he replied. He was showered and dressed, on his way to visit Cassie. He offered her a cup of the coffee he was pouring; she turned it down. “When’s the hearing?”

“Tomorrow morning.”

He almost dropped his cup. “What?” He looked horrified.

“It’s tomorrow morning,” she repeated. “We need to blow through this process as fast as we can, Stokes – whoever’s behind this won’t have enough time to react.”

“Yeah, but who is behind this?” he replied, starting to get angry. “What about finding that out?”

“What you need right now is to get an approval from the department,” she reminded him. “We can figure out later who the gossip is. We need to focus on the end result.”

He shook his head. “No – no end result. I’m not buyin’ it, Elizabeth. I want to know who’s screwing with me and I want to know why – reschedule it.”

She shook her head. “No, Nick – we’re not going to reschedule. I promise you, we’ll find out who and why, but right now we need a stamp of approval. I have a feeling that once we get Jaycie Miller in a conference room, some things will come to light, if we play it right. But if anything’s going to happen at all, I need you to trust me.”

“I do trust you, Elizabeth, but I’m a little leery about this bull-in-a-china-shop theory you got goin’. It’s family law; it’s touchy-feely – not like the head games and political bullshit and loopholes you deal with in criminal cases.”

She closed her eyes in annoyance. He just wants to make sure he gets Cassie. He’s just afraid of losing Cassie. Meeting his eyes again, she tried to soften her expression. “Look, I know . . . I know you don’t want to screw this up and I know someone is fucking with you, but I need you to trust me.” He looked away, agitated, annoyed. She took his hot cheeks between her cool hands and turned his face toward hers. “Nick, please. I want Cassie to come home to you as much as you do. Please trust me.”

He closed his eyes and let out a breath. If he couldn’t trust her now, if he couldn’t put Cassie in her hands and know that whatever it took, Elizabeth would protect her, what did that mean for a future with her? He took her hands off her face gently, squeezing them before he let go. “All right.”

She smiled. "All right," she said with a nod. “Here’s what we’re going to do - we’re going to handle this like a criminal case. We’re going to focus on evidence, on the fact that DFS has none. The only thing you need to know is that you’ve been wrongfully denied guardianship of a child who you love and you’re prepared to fight for her.”

“That’s easy,” he replied. “Can I be incredibly angry too?”

“As long as you keep your cool.” He nodded, doubtful. “We’ll go over most of it tomorrow morning – nine am. It’ll be at the DFS office on North Pecos. Do you know where that is?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I do.”

“Good. I’ll meet you in the lobby at around eight thirty, so we can talk about what to expect.”

He leveled his clearly doubtful gaze at her. “In criminal cases you do that days in advance.”

She nodded. “I know,” she replied. “Nick, please don’t doubt me. I can give you Cassie.”

He put the cap on his travel mug, and then set it on the counter. “I trust you,” he said. He looked up to meet her eyes; his had shaky faith. “I trust you, Elizabeth, and I’m going to tell Cassie to trust you too.”

“Good,” she said. “You both can.”

He smiled, and when he showed her out he gently kissed her forehead again, promising to see her at eight thirty the following morning. He was glad she hadn’t called him back, because if she had, any sleep he would’ve gotten would have been interrupted by those infuriating nightmares he couldn’t remember anymore. At least tonight, all he’d have to deal with was irritation and distraction.

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I almost forgot - thanks also to Jacquie (with an e) for "bull in a china shop"!
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Great update. Hmmm, Nick's brother college friend. Uh huh!! Knew it.

Yup, Elizabeth will be a bull in a china shop. She'll get Cassie. I know it wasn't easy for Nick to trust her, but he needs to.

Now, why is the name Willman nagging at her? You just like to keep us in suspense don't you?

Oh I can't wait to see where you're going with this story, so hurry up and update.
 
Excellent update :) and I'm glad you liked the 'bull in a china shop' :)

I enjoyed the conversation between Elizabeth and her deputy Bobby. 'You're Fired' :lol: he certainly took that to heart :lol: I liked how he was able to turn her around so she would use her trial skills at getting what she wants.

Nick's a little shaky on wanting to trust her but first things first Nick. Trust Elizabeth, get Cassie and then find out the person or persons behind who messed up things.

As always looks forward to the next update. Don't worry on the length of the updates. I enjoy them no matter what the length is :)
 
Good chapter. Loved Elizabeth's determination. That's what Nick and Cassie need right now. :)

Oh, I meant to mention this before, but kept forgetting to. I'm glad that you mentioned Jack in your story because on the show, I could never understand what they were saying his last name was. Now I know. :)
 
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