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Mma63 2008-05-06 ch 43,	abuseThank you for updating in rapid time, that's amazing. I liked to see Warrick and Cath together ready for each other and for the baby in their life. Looks like Danny left the guilty behind and is ready to be part of a family. My interest now is directed to Nick and Jamie relantionship...
EmSyd 2008-05-06 ch 43,	abuseAwesome. Can't wait for more.
EmSyd 2008-05-05 ch 42,	abuseBrilliant. So can't wait for more.
Mma63 2008-05-05 ch 42,	abuseOh God..that's a real cliffhanger. That's the crucial moment were waiting for since earlier chapters. I don't know what to expect but I'm have a feeling things won't be easy, no way. How they will handle this? Your story is one of my fav so far and I'm glad you're now able to update. Looking forward to next chapter! GREAT WORK!
EmSyd 2008-04-30 ch 41,	abuseBrilliant. So can't wait for more.
Super Tinfoil Man Part 2 2008-04-26 ch 41,	abuseDid you know that in 1946, William Rosenberg founded Industrial Luncheon Services as a company to deliver meals and "coffee break snacks" to customers in the outer reaches of Providence, Rhode Island. His business saw success and Rosenberg soon followed by opening up his first coffee and donut shop called "The Open Kettle". In 1950 he opened the first store known as "Dunkin' Donuts", which is still standing today at 543 Southern Artery in Quincy, Massachusetts. By 1954, Rosenberg had opened a total of five Dunkin ' Donuts shops, with Natick, Somerville, Saugus, and Shrewsbury added to the list. The first franchised Dunkin' Donuts shop in America opened in the Webster Square area of Worcester, Massachusetts in 1955.[2] To save on rent, Howdy Beefburger (a chain of fast food restaurants similar to McDonald's restaurants) frequently shared parking lots with Dunkin' Donuts shops. Howdy Beefburger could not compete, and had disappeared by 1980. For a while, Dunkin' Donuts and its other quick-service brands - Togo's and Baskin Robbins - were owned and operated by Allied Domecq. Allied Domecq has since been bought out by Pernod Ricard for its Spirits and Wine division, breaking off the quick service brand to create Dunkin' Brands, the current owner of Dunkin' Donuts. Currently, there are 5,505 Dunkin' Donuts franchises in the United States, 79 in Canada, and 1,856 throughout the rest of the world.
twiggy 2008-04-24 ch 41, anon.	abusePlease finish the story about warrick and catherine i've been waiting for like forever 4 your update your story really caught my attention.
Mma63 2008-04-24 ch 41,	abuseCan't believe you finally update it! I'm so glad. I always loved your story and have no clue why you postponed it for such long time. What happened? Hope you could update it on regular time from now. Specially because next chapter will probably bring lots of tension and emotions to all characters involved mainly for Jayme/Nick/Danny and Tracey. Please come back soon!
Super Tinfoil Man Part 2 2008-01-20 ch 2,	abuseI was reading this story when I came across this part... After an uneventful weekend of sitting back on the couch and watching old reruns on TBS, both Nick and Jamey were glad to get back into the lab. Confessed workaholics, neither of them minded the witty banter that they got from their other co-workers, most of which were one in the same. And although everyone around them had noticed just how close the two had become, no one said a word about the chemistry the pair had (at least to their faces), knowing that eventually the two of them would end up together. Warrick and Sara had started taking bets about six months before on how long it would take. Just when would that be? The answer was inconclusive. It was just a matter of time. After two cups of coffee and half a bagel, Jamey was ready to tackle her day head on. Dressed in her black pant suit and her high heel boots, she looked like she was on her way to a fashion show, not to a grizzly crime scene. Several male co-workers, none of whose name she knew, cast appreciative smiles her way as she passed on her way to the break-room, completely unaware of how beautiful she was. At just under one-twenty, her slender body was considered ‘perfect’, her long hair like Venus, and her smile like diamonds. The wonder of it all was that she didn’t even know. “Good morning, Jamey.” Came the voice of Greg Sanders, who was just coming out of the lab. “Aren’t you looking like a million bucks today.” He said, grinning widely. “Good morning, Greg.” Jamey smiled. “You always make me feel like a million bucks.” She gave him a playful wink as she passed. “Don’t do it if you don’t mean it.” It was no secret that Greg had a crush on the senior CSI. Most guys in the department did, but Greg was always kind to Jamey and she liked him just fine, just not in a romantic way. At ten to nine, she sat down at the conference table after grabbing another cup of Greg’s famous coffee and waited for the assignments to be passed out. Warrick Brown strolled in whistling a jazzy tune and his blue eyes lit up when he saw Jamey sitting there. “Hey J, what’s up?” He asked, as he grabbed a coffee and danish and flopped down in a chair opposite her. “Nothing. Just thinking that if I have any more coffee today I’ll blow up.” “So, are you and Nick gonna come to the Lounge this weekend and hear me play or what?” Warrick had been moonlighting at the Tangiers Casino once a week playing piano. He was terrific and in Jamey’s opinion he should have been a professional musician. “Of course.” Jamey smiled. “You know we wouldn’t miss your playing for anything.” “Great. I’m really glad that you two’re coming.” The two lapsed into a comfortable silence for a few minutes. Warrick was one of Jamey’s favorite people in Las Vegas besides Nick. Always warm and caring, he had made her feel at home from the first day they’d met. Sometimes on the weekends the three of them would go out and play pool or go to dinner and a movie. Lately Warrick and Catherine had been seeing a great deal of each other and as a result Jamey and Nick were a little out of the loop. But when Warricks face turned downcast as he watched for signs of anyone coming into the room, she took the opportunity to ask her friend what was going on. Jamey sipped her coffee. “So, what’s up with you and Catherine anyway? You two not getting along?” His eyes darkened and he shook his head. “She won’t talk to me or nothin, Jame. I don’t know what to do anymore.” He leaned forward and lowered his voice an octave. “I mean, we’re dating, not just foolin around— really dating. I don’t see what the problem is. I told her I’d be there for her and she slams the door in my face.” He held his hands wide. “What the hell did I do wrong?” It was no secret with in the lab that Catherine and Warrick weren’t getting along—at least for the past week. Any time he went near her she would ignore him. Everyone saw the hurt in his eyes and just about everyone knew how in love with her he was. It had been a long time coming, their getting together and now it seemed that something had definatly turned sour. And even though Jamey knew the truth behind it she wouldn’t say it out loud and neither would he. No one was ready to have it said out loud. She took a deep breath and pushed her hair back behind her ears. “I don’t know what to tell you, Rick—maybe you weren’t saying what she needed to hear, know what I mean?” “No–what do you mean?” He narrowed his eyes. “She told you didn’t she?” She nodded. “I found out by accident actually. I guessed and she didn’t deny it.” “That sounds like her.” Jamey chuckled and gave him a sad smile. “However I have been threatened with death if I so much as breathe a word of it to anyone else.” “J, what did I do wrong?” Jamey sighed and tried to think of a way to explain it to him without giving away too much of her own emotions. She clicked her nails on the table and chewed her bottom lip as she contimplated. “I mean that maybe she needed you to tell her that everything was going to be okay–that this wasn’t all on her—not all her fault.” She looked toward the ceiling, thinking about how many times she’d had the same conversation with her ex in New York, how it had turned out. “Did you tell her that you’re head over heals in love with her?” Warrick’s deep blue eyes clashed with her own and he quickly looked down. In those eyes Jamey saw the same familiar pain and hurt of her past. “Not yet—I mean we’ve only been together for two months. I figured that I’d scare her away if I told her how much I love her.” “Rick, you gotta let her know how you feel.” Jamey whispered, reaching out and putting her hand on top of his. “Even if you think you’re gonna get shot down. You owe to her, especially now, to tell her how crazy you are about her”. Warrick chuckled. “And maybe sometime you’ll follow suit?” Her face froze for a moment and she licked her lips. “Suit?” “I mean you and Nick.” He said simply. “I don’t know what you mean.” She said, a little too quickly. “We’re friends. End of story.” He raised his eyebrows. “Jamie, are we friends?” “Of course we are—what kind of question is that?” She asked, curtly. “Why are you so afraid?” He asked just as curtly. “Why won’t you trust me with your life the way I trust you with mine?” “I’m not afraid. I just don’t like talking about my personal life. With anyone.” He sighed. “Seems to me that you’ve got it all figured out— what to tell me about my life and don’t get me wrong—I appreciate it. But J, you’ve got to a right to be happy too.” “Warrick— “ “Jamey, I—“ “Don’t go there. Ever.” She said, tears starting to well up in her deep green eyes. Whatever had happened to her in her past had scarred her in a way that was everlasting. Warrick looked down at his coffee and sat in silence and hoping that he hadn’t driven her away. It was clear from her posture and the faint tremble in her hand that he had definately hit a sore spot. Jamey cleared her throat and sat back in her chair, removing her own hand from his and Warrick, being a very intuitive man, made no mistake that he had crossed the line. She wouldn’t allow anyone to come inside her boundary lines. For Nicks’s sake, he hoped that his friend could break down those walls. For her sake as well. She was an amazing woman and she deserved to be happy. And if it was any indication, Warrick Brown knew that his friends were both in love, even if they wouldn’t admit it. What had happened to her to make her so afraid? Making it clear that she wouldn’t discuss personal feelings, Jamey leaned forward, feeling a bit guilty for having Warrick open up his heart to her and not returning the favor, and gave him a small smile. The only reason she was still in the room was because she considered him a wonderful friend. If it had been anyone else she would have bolted as quickly as she could. “Rick, can you do this? Can you let it all hang out? Catherine’s no doubt scared to death of getting involved again. Don’t you think that could be it?” “I dunno—maybe.” He said, running his hand over his forehead, resigned to the fact that they would only be discussing his personal life, which was in shambles at the moment. “But you’d think that she’d know that I’m a standup kind of guy. I can’t believe that she’s torturing me like this.” “Who’s torturing who?” The pair looked up as Sara Sidle entered the room, a quizzical look on her face. She took the seat beside Warrick and raised her eyebrow. “Don’t you mean whom?” Jamey asked, giving Sara a lame look that said the conversation wasn’t a happy one. Sara scrunched up her face and rolled her eyes. “Okay, whom it is–and just exactly whom is it?” She asked as she bit into an apple. Warrick groaned. “This isn’t the news department Sara. If I wanted my business known by everyone I’d of put up a bulletin.” He stood and shoved the last of the danish in his mouth and wiped his hands on his jeans. “Thanks ladies but I have to find someone.” He started to walk away but turned back before he reached the door. “Thanks Jame. I really appreciate it—and I hope there’s no hard feelings.” “No problem Rick— and no hard feelings. Just do what you think is right.” Jamey answered with a smile. “What was that about?” Sara asked. “Nothing.” Jamie lied. “Just wanted to know if Nick and I were coming to hear him play this weekend.” “And the hard feelings were—“ She fished. “Really no big deal.” Jamey finished and then took a long drink of her coffee. No matter what, she’d never repeat a conversation that was held in confidence. Grissom came in the door holding all of the days assignments. “Good morning ladies.” He said in his monotone voice, barely looking up from his sheets of paper. “Morning Gris.” Sara said brightly, as she shifted into a more comfortable position. Upon not hearing or seeing any of the rest of the team, he looked up and gave them a confused look. “Where is everyone?” He asked, slightly irritated, quickly scanning the rest of the break room. Grissom hated tardiness and made no attempt to hide it. Catherine stuck her head in the door for a brief minute. “Uh, Gris—I’ll be there in a minute.” She flashed a quick look at Jamey, her blue eyes blazing with anger. “I’ve got to— do something.” She finished, nodding in Jamey’s direction, and mouthing ‘bathroom’ to her. “I need you in here now, Catherine.” He said. “It’s ten after nine on my watch. What time is it on yours?” She didn’t bother to reply, just dashed off with “I’ll be back in a sec.” “So what are the rest of them doing? Baking bread? Learning needlepoint?” He asked looking up at the ceiling not really expecting an answer. That earned him a giggle that quickly extinguished when the two women saw what a bad mood their superior was. Sara cleared her throat and gave him a smile while Jamey looked down at her hands. “Greg is at the morgue—something that Doc Robbins needed.” Sara answered, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “And no one on this team wore a watch today?” Jamey stood up and drained the last of her coffee. “Uh, boss—do you mind if I go to the bathroom?” He threw up his hands in disgust. “Why not? It’s not like we do anything of real importance anyway—just solving crime.” “Thanks. I’ll just be a minute.” “Ms. Kent?” “Ya boss?” “Do you know where the rest of our team is?” “Uh–Nick is at the lab finishing up on something Ecklie asked him to do.” Jamey said. “And Warrick’s here, he’s just—doing something—or finding someone.” She faltered, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. “Who?” Grissom asked “Don’t you mean whom?” Sara said with a grin. “I believe the correct word is whom.” Grissom shook his head and looked down at her over the rim of his glasses, annoyed. “What did they put in the water this morning?” So, is anyone else interested in finding out what else is going on with our gang? What’s up with Warrick and Catherine? With Nick? What about the boy from New York? Why is Jamey so afraid? R and R...let me know what ya’ll think. ...what were you talking about there ?
PadfootCc 2008-01-16 ch 40,	abuseplease update again soon! i am dying to know what happens next ! PLEASE! i absolutely love the story i cannot wait to read more.
Songorita 2007-12-19 ch 40,	abuseGreat story, update soon.
craig 2007-11-16 ch 1, anon.	abusei would not consider myself a professional critic by any means but i do know what i like and what keeps me interested and this is exactly what this story is delivering as i am reading on. what makes this story interesting is how you keep such a discreet profile on the charaters and events giving away the right amount of information to keep the reader interested and not too much information to give to much of the story away (FANTASTIC!) as i have been reading on through the chapters each chapter seems to have its own climax creating the forshadow that a huge event is about to take place. The realism of the main charater jamey is very accuratly depicted as she strikes me as a person with pain and self loathing and absoulutly hating anyone who tries to help her, she stikes me as a person who masadistic. another realistic factor to the story is the previous boyfriend in new york who seems to be drinking the pain away however i suspect the drinking was a problem in the realtionship prior to the break up which fits jameys personality accuratley as most people begin to hate themselves and also blame themselves for the addicts actions. I also love the metaphores and the choise of words through numerous situations. something i would like to critisize on is the "swearing" i belive cursing is a weak mind trying to speak itself however the diologe does not seem like an accurate depiction of two young people in the heart of Las Vegas and with the current circumstances. However i will be honest this type of novel is not the type of novel or even sreen adaptation i would normally view it has captured my interest and i look forward to reading on! craig yeo
mrs.stokes 2007-08-07 ch 40, anon.	abusei know u don like fics which r lies but wat can i say, u rock! Update plz! I cant wait 2 find out wat d heck is goin on! Don break 'em up!
mrs.stokes 2007-08-01 ch 40, anon.	abusedont break them up! God! How do u get these ideas? I was thinkin 2 join d site n ive been writin nickoc fics n i just cant do it like u do! U rock. Keep on writing n your style just works w/ csi! U r killing me slowly minute by minute! (BTW, i idolize u !) update, plz!!
keltiksgirl 2007-07-20 ch 40,	abusehi will there be more to this story?? I like it..

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