|My CSI Romance
Author: NothingButSarah PM
A new CSI joins the team, and its not long before she catches Greg's eye... however her ex is also in town... and he wants her back. Final chapter now up!Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Greg S. - Chapters: 17 - Words: 67,148 - Reviews: 32 - Favs: 13 - Follows: 20 - Updated: 07-19-12 - Published: 02-15-09 - id: 4865773
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Thanks for your reviews, sorry to leave it on a cliffhanger, but here is the next chapter, and its extra long for you too.
She slowly pushed the door open and peered in, it was dark, which wasn't surprising as she'd left all the drapes
closed the night before, she slowly headed down the hall into the living room, she had her gun held out in front of
As she reached the lying room she stopped, seeing the culprit sat on the sofa, clearly waiting for her,
"Chris?" she asked in disbelief.
He stood up; his own gun held in his hand, "You might wanna put that down," he told her, looking at her gun.
"You think I'm gonna do that?" she asked.
"Come on Pheebs… we both know you won't use it, now just put it down," he repeated. She stood still,
keeping her gun aimed at him, trying to hide the fact that her hands were shaking. He gave a small, almost
sinister laugh, as he stepped closer to her,
"Chris don't," she warned, holding her gun up higher.
"Phoebe, I know you won't fire that gun, now just put it down," he instructed.
"No," she shook her head, though her voice was quiet, and not as confident as she had wanted it to sound.
"How about if I put mine down?" he asked, his voice sounding gentler, almost like he was talking to a
child. He lowered his gun, placing it on the coffee table, "Come on Phoebe, this isn't how you want it to
go," he told her.
She hesitated, looking at his gun, she didn't want to fire her gun, she'd only ever done it a couple of times
before. After a pause she shakily placed her gun back in its holster, "What do you want?" she asked
He gave another small laugh, "Phoebe, do you even need to ask," he began walking closer to her.
She unconsciously stepped backwards trying to get further away from him, "Please Chris, can't you just
let this go," she tried.
"Let it go?" he asked in disbelief, "Phoebe, first you have me suspended from my job… then you become
this whore… having sex with a pathetic excuse for a man like Sanders," he spat, "And you just want me to
let it go? You make me look like a fool in front of my colleagues, you treat me like an idiot… you think
after three years… after all I did for you…" he was shouting now, she had never seen him like this, there
was nothing in his eyes that she recognised as the man she'd once loved.
"Chris please," she tried, her voice breaking, as she took more steps back, finally making contact with the
"Please? Please?" he shouted, "It's a little late for that now!"
She felt the tears pushing at the corners of her eyes, "I never wanted this," she said quietly, "What
happened to you?"
"Me… you're the one who's changed Phoebe, since you moved here… I don't know you anymore," he told
If it wasn't for the situation she was in she could have laughed, he was talking about himself, not her, he
was the one who had changed, "Listen, just calm down and we'll talk about it," she tried to reason with
"Now you wanna talk about it, now you haven't got any of you CSI buddies to protect you," he laughed,
"They can't do anything to help you now," he told her, his voice now cold, void of any emotion.
As he took another step, closing the gap between them she reached down to grab for her gun, but he was
too quick, diving forward he grabbed her arm, twisting it round behind her, she let out a cry as the pain
shot though her arm. He slammed her up against the wall as she tried to struggle from his grip; he
slammed her into it once more, her head making a loud crack as it hit the wall. She blinked a few times,
trying to stay focused, she reached her spare arm round, scratching at his face, he loosened his grip as he
yelled out in pain. She used the opportunity to pull away, trying to dive for her gun, which had been
thrown across the floor in the scuffle.
Chris didn't give her a chance as he dived out, grabbing her leg, casing her to fall to the floor with a loud
thud, before she knew it he was on top of her, she felt his fist make contact with her face, and tried to turn
away as he continued his assault on her.
She could feel the tears now flowing freely as she tried desperately to push him off of her, but he was
bigger and stronger then she was. She reached up, scratching at his face once more, it worked to distract
him again and she rolled over, trying to crawl away, but he was quick. He stood and began to kick her in
the abdomen, and she found herself curling up into a ball, trying to protect herself. Her head felt heavy
and the pain was running throughout her body.
But then she heard the one thing that gave her hope, she heard her name being called, and knew it was
Nick, she tried to call out his name, but her voice was quiet.
Chris having heard Nick's voice panicked. He quickly knelt down, grabbing the gun from the floor, using
the butt he hit her hard on the head, watching as she fell unconscious. Then he stood up and ran for the
fire escape, praying he would be out before Nick got there.
As he rushed up the stairs to her apartment he couldn't help but feel like something was wrong, and he
quickened his pace. As he reached her level he opened the door into the hallway, and he saw her case and
bag on the floor by her door. He suddenly panicked, knowing she must have gone inside, he broke into a
run, calling her name as he did so. He heard some banging coming from inside the apartment and tried to
Finally reaching the door he pulled his gun from his place at his hip, and slowly pushed open the door,
calling her name out once more. When he got no reply he pushed the door aside and headed in slowly,
reaching the living room he stopped, the sight that greeted him caused him to freeze, but only for a
second. Phoebe was laying on the floor, curled up in a ball, "Oh my god," he muttered to himself as he
rushed over to her side, putting his gun back. Part of him knew he should check that the suspect was
gone, but he had to help Phoebe first.
As he reached her he knelt down, he could see her face looked swollen and bloody, and there was blood
spatter on the floor next to her head. He checked for a pulse and let out the breath he hadn't even realised
he was holding when he felt it beating.
"Phoebe? Can you hear me?" he asked, as he noticed her eyes flicker slightly. She made a small groaning
noise and her eyes opened a tiny fraction, "Hey, it's me," he said, "Everything's gonna be alright," he
soothed, taking her hand, squeezing it slightly, just to let her know he was there.
He pulled his phone from his pocket, dialling 911. His eyes never left her, as her eyes closed once more,
and she drifted back into unconsciousness.
The ambulance had arrived within 5 minutes, though to Nick it had felt like much much longer. As he now sat in
the back with Phoebe the paramedic was busy checking her vital signs, while trying to get venous access.
"Phoebe?" the paramedic asked, as he noticed her eyes opened slowly.
She looked up at him, before looking around her, confused, as she spotted Nick she opened her mouth, trying
to speak but no sound came out. "Phoebe?" he asked.
"Nick…" she said in less then a whisper, and he leaned in closer to hear her, "I… he…" she tried, but her head
was so cloudy she couldn't think of what she was trying to say.
"Hey, it's ok, don't worry," Nick began, reaching out for her hand, "Just relax for now," he soothed.
"But… Chris…" she managed to say.
Nick felt his body tighten, though every part of him had believed it was Chris, to hear her say it made him feel
so angry, livid even, but he tried to remain calm for her sake, "Sshh, don't think about that for now, just relax,"
he hushed her.
She stared at him, trying to stay awake, wanting to tell him what had happened, but she couldn't, her head
was too heavy and she felt her eyes closing.
As soon as Phoebe had been wheeled into one of the trauma rooms Nick pulled his phone from his pocket,
walking down the corridor, pacing. He dialled the numbers and waited for the phone to ring, instead he heard
Greg's voice as the phone went straight onto the answer phone. Sighing he hung up, and dialled another
number, this time he got the ringing. After just 4 rings he heard a voice on the other end answer the phone,
"Hey Griss… its me," he said.
"Nick? What's wrong, I thought I sent you home," Grissom said.
"You did, but uh… I'm at Desert Palms…" he began.
"What's happened?" Grissom immediately asked.
"Its Phoebe… she was attacked, beaten pretty badly, we just got here, the doctors are working on her now,"
"How serious is it Nick?"
"I… I don't know… she was unconscious when I found her…"
Grissom could hear the anguish in his voice, "I'll be right there," he told him.
"Thanks Griss… oh and I tried to get hold of Greg, can you try him?" Nick asked.
"Greg?" Grissom questioned.
Nick sighed, this wasn't the best time to break to his boss that two of his CSI's were dating, but he couldn't
really lie, "Uh, yeah, Greg and Phoebe are kinda seeing each other," he told him.
"Oh… ok…" Grissom began.
"Listen, Griss I better go in case they come to tell me how she is," Nick spoke up.
"Of course, I'll get hold of Greg, and I'll be there soon," he replied.
"Thanks," Nick said, before he hung up the phone. He sighed to himself as he put his phone back in his pocket,
looking round he spotted some chairs against the wall, and headed over, sitting down hard, he sat and
As Greg stood waiting for his order to be filled he pulled out his phone, dialling the familiar numbers. He
listened as it rang and rang, before her heard her answer phone, smiling at the sound of her voice, he waited
for the beep and began speaking, "Hey Pheebs, you had better get out that shower soon cause I'm on my
way over, and I got something for you. Anyway, I'll see you in a minute," he hesitated before finishing, "Bye
baby," he smiled to himself before putting the phone back in his pocket. He looked up to see the guy handing
him his drinks in a tray, "Thanks," he smiled, taking them, as he headed out the door to his car.
As he reached his car he placed the drinks on the roof, rooting through his pocket for his keys, but stopped as
he felt his phone vibrate before starting to ring, he stopped looking for his keys and pulled his phone out,
expecting it to be Phoebe, but looking at the screen saw it was Grissom.
"Hey Griss," he answered.
"Greg, I'm on way to the Desert Palms, I need you to meet me there," Grissom told him.
Greg tried to hold back his sigh, "I just finished, I'm getting some coffee…" he trailed off, knowing if his boss
needed him at work he would have to go.
"Uh, this isn't work Greg, Phoebe's been taken into the ER," he told him.
Greg felt as though all the air had suddenly been sucked from his lungs, "What? Why? What happened? Is she
ok?" he asked all at once.
"I don't know much, Nick just called me… he's there with her, he said she was attacked…"
At this Greg cut him off, "Attacked? But she was on her way home… unless… Chris," he suddenly thought,
anger surging throughout him.
"Greg, we don't know anything yet," Grissom told him, "Just get yourself to the hospital."
"Yeah, I'm going now," Greg said, trying to remain calm.
"I'll see you there," Grissom retuned.
Greg didn't reply, he quickly closed his phone, shoving it back in his pocket, fumbling for his keys. His hands
were shaking which didn't help, his mind was in overdrive, he was worried, Grissom didn't say how she was,
was it really serious, or not? Finally he pulled his keys out scrabbling with the lock. Once open he dived in the
car, and started the engine, burning rubber as he pulled out the parking lot, leaving the coffee flying from the
car and landing in a mess on the concrete.
Nick had been sat waiting for almost half an hour, though it felt like hours and hours had gone by already,
every time he heard a door he looked up to see if it was the doctor coming to talk to him, but it was always
"Nick?" he looked up seeing Grissom, and stood up.
"Hey," he replied quietly.
"Have they said anything?" Grissom asked.
Nick shook his head, "Not yet, they're still in there," he said, looking round at the door. He sighed heavily,
"Man… I should of made sure she didn't go in there on her own…"
"Nick, I'm sure this isn't your fault," Grissom said, "Now tell me what happened," he said, sitting down and
motioning for Nick to do the same.
He did so, and took a breath, pausing before telling Grissom the whole story, right from when he'd dropped
Phoebe off to when they'd arrived at the hospital.
Once he'd finished Grissom rubbed his forehead, "Nick, you can't blame yourself… I'll call Brass, we need to let
him know about Chris…"
He was interrupted as the door finally opened and a Doctor appeared, the two men immediately stood up. The
doctor smiled at them, "Hi, I'm Doctor Ferrier," he introduced himself.
"How's she doing?" Nick asked.
"Well, all her vital signs are stable, there's a lot of trauma to the abdomen, but no signs of any internal
bleeding. She's sustained some serious injuries to her head, there was a large laceration to the scalp, we're
going to send her up now for a CT scan, to determine if there's any neurological bleeding or swelling," he
"Is she awake?" Nick questioned.
The doctor nodded, "She's quite drowsy, which is a combination of the effects of her injuries and the side
effects of the drugs we've given her… she was asking for a Nick and a Greg," he said.
"Greg's not here but I am," Nick spoke up, "Can I go see her?"
"I don't see why not, it'll probably help for her to have someone go with her to CT in fact," he smiled.
Nick nodded, and turned to Grissom, "I'll wait for Greg… I need to call Brass anyway," he told him.
"Thanks Griss," Nick smiled, and followed the doctor back into the room.
Phoebe was sat up slightly in the bed, she had an IV in on of her arms, the other was attached to a blood
pressure cuff, her face was bruised and she had a few stitches and dressing to her wounds. Her eyes were
open and as she saw Nick she gave the tiniest of smiles, he quickly headed to her side.
"Hey Pheebs," he smiled, taking her hand.
"Hi," she mumbled quietly.
He gave her a smile, "I can't leave you alone for 5 minutes can I?" he joked, quietly. He could see as she tried
to smile, but it was only very slight, as a few tears crept out the corners of her eyes, "Aww, Phoebe it's ok
now," he soothed, stroking a hand over her hair, "You're gonna be ok, I promise," he told her.
Phoebe and Nick had been up in CT for almost 15 minutes when Grissom heard Greg running down the corridor
towards him, "Griss," he called out of breath, "Where is she? Is she ok?" he asked, his voice full of concern and
"Greg, just take a minute to catch your breath," he told him, "She's gone to have a CT scan," he explained.
"But, she shouldn't be on her own…" Greg began.
"Nick's with her, she's ok; they're just doing it as a precaution… Greg just take a seat, calm down for a
minute," Grissom told the younger man.
Greg paused, he was so anxious and worried and he'd managed to get really stressed on the way there,
getting stuck in loads of traffic. He sat himself down, looking across at Grissom who had sat next to him, "What
happened?" he finally asked.
Grissom looked across at him, he could see the worry on his face, and was surprised that he'd not noticed
before now that there was anything going on between him and Phoebe The look he got from Greg now it was
obvious he cared about her. He told Greg what Nick had told him, "She mentioned Chris's name… I've spoken
to Brass, they're looking for him now," he told him.
Greg shook his head, "That bastard… I swear…" he didn't finish the sentence, sitting forward he rested his
elbows on his knees, his head in his hands. He could feel himself shaking ever so slightly and tried to hold it in,
he just wanted to see her now for himself, let her know he was there.
Once they'd finished in CT there was a room ready for Phoebe on one of the wards, so they took her straight
there. Once she was all settled and attached to the monitors Nick took a seat beside her bed.
"Phoebe, I'll call your parents for you," he told her. He was surprised when she shook her head, to say no,
"Phoebe, you need to let them know."
He saw as she tried to hold back her tears, but didn't quite manage it, "They would worry so much, and they'd
want to come here… they cant afford to take the time off work…" she stopped, taking a few deep breaths,
trying to stop the tears from flowing.
"Hey, its ok… but you know I still have to let them know right?" she nodded a little, "Ok, I'll just tell them
you're doing fine and you said not to worry about you, how does that sound?"
She nodded slowly, "Ok."
The nurse who was still in the room looked over at her, "Would you like me to get your friends now?" she
Phoebe looked at Nick, "Greg's here?" she asked, knowing that must be who she meant.
He nodded, "Yeah, remember I told you?"
She frowned slightly, trying to remember, "I uh… I think so," she looked up at the nurse, "I want to see him…
please," she told her.
The nurse nodded, "I'll go and get them for you," she smiled, before leaving the room.
She let out a sigh, her head was still fuzzy and she felt tired, she looked over at Nick, more then grateful that
he was there. He gave her a small smile, rubbing a hand over her arm, "Thank you for staying," she said, in a
voice that was so quiet he just about made it out.
"I promised I would."
As Grissom and Greg followed the nurse down the corridor Greg felt his heart begin to pound at the thought of
seeing Phoebe. He wanted to see for himself that she was ok, to make sure she was safe and let her know he
was there for her.
As the reached the door the nurse stepped aside, "She's through there," she smiled.
"Thank you," Grissom told her, as Greg rushed into the room and immediately to Phoebe's side, not even
noticing Nick sat there. He tried to stay calm as he took in all the bruises, swelling and cuts as well as the black
Nick stood up and moved aside as he saw Greg come in.
"Greg," Phoebe smiled.
"Hey," he returned, smiling as best as he could as he placed a kiss on her forehead, "I been worried about
you," he told her quietly, as he reached for her hand, taking it in his.
She tried to give him a small smile, as more tears slowly crept down her cheeks, "I'm ok," she whispered,
trying to rub the tears away.
He smiled slightly, "Liar."
She looked at him before looking down at her hands jumping as he gently reached over and brushed his
thumb over her swollen cheek, rubbing away a tear that was slowly making its way down her face. He strained
to hear her small voice as she spoke again, "Greg I don't want to stay here."
"You're the best place right now, you have to stay."
More tears were starting to fall down her face; "I don't want to."
They were interrupted by the sound of Grissom's cell phone ringing and he quietly excused himself.
Greg's attention never left Phoebe. "Pheebs you don't have to be here long but we need to make sure you're
"I am, okay I mean. I-I'm fine I just…" she sighed and rubbed at her eyes again.
"You just what?"
She sat back a little, "I'm scared." She said, her voice wavering. Greg moved and sat on the edge of her bed
pulling her towards him and cradling her head on his chest as she started crying.
"Sshh its okay, you don't need to be scared." He told her.
She looked up at Greg her eyes looked tired and sad at the same time, "Did… he uh… he…"
He hesitated, "Chris…"
She visibly stiffened as she heard his name and looked down again. "Where is he?" She asked quietly looking
down at his jeans playing with a few loose threads near to the knee area where they were ripped.
"They're looking for him now… Phoebe?" Greg asked touching her face.
"Yeah?" she replied, looking up.
She looked down again then up at Nick, who was stood staring at them both, his hands shoved deep in his
"I…" she quickly swiped at her eyes as more tears fell down and shook her head at the same time.
"It's okay if you don't want to, it can wait." Nick said moving forwards but stopping.
She tugged more at the loose threads, "I… it was just all a blur… he broke into my apartment, I mean I didn't
know at the time it was him. I was going to wait for Nick, I should havewaited for Nick, but I…" she frowned
trying to remember before continuing in a rambling manner. "I had my gun out, I wasn't scared, but he had his
out too." She shook her head, "He knew…"
Greg stroked her face, "What did he know?" he asked softly.
She frowned again, "He knew that I wouldn't use it… but I didn't need to because he put his down and then I
did too but then he grabbed me and I tried to get my gun but I fell on the floor… no I was against the wall.
Then… then…" she was getting frustrated trying to remember and leant her head in her hands crying.
"Hey it's okay." Greg soothed.
Nick walked over and sat down on the spare chair, resting his elbows on the bed and touching her forearm.
"What happened next?" he coaxed.
"He wouldn't stop he just wouldn't…" she said shakily then continued, looking at Nick. "And then I fell on the
floor I… I don't know how… I think I heard you but…" she shook her head murmuring to herself.
"That was when I found you." Nick finished gently.
Phoebe went quiet staring down at her hands again. "My head hurts."
Nick stood up and touched her hair before giving her shoulder a small squeeze, "Maybe you should get some
rest." She looked over at Greg who smiled and reached his hand to her cheek again. She closed her eyes
letting a few more tears slide down her cheeks, and leaned into his touch. "He's right" he told her.
Phoebe leaned forwards onto Greg and laid her head against his shoulder. "Will you stay for a bit?"
"Do you even need to ask?" he said hugging her again, his hand rubbing over her back.
Nick looked down at the two, "I'm uh… just gonna go talk to Grissom," he told them both.
Greg nodded giving Nick a small smile, watching as he quietly left the room.
"Greg?" he heard her muffled voice.
"Thank you for being here," she told him.
He smiled, "Baby, there's no where else I would be right now," he assured her.
As Nick left the room he saw Grissom finishing up his conversation, once he put his phone back in his pocket he
turned to Nick, "How's she doing?"
"She's scared, upset, like you'd expect… that Brass?" he asked.
Grissom nodded, "Yeah, they found Chris, they're questioning him now, Ecklie's team are working the case," he
Nick nodded, "They found anything?"
"Well they got no prints off the lock, they'd all been wiped away, but they did find some prints on Phoebe's
gun, they're still processing at the moment… Ecklie was gonna come down and get the evidence from Phoebe,
but I told him we would get it," he explained.
Nick nodded, "I'll go get my kit now…" he began, but was interrupted by the nurse approaching the two.
"Excuse me… I have Miss Jones clothes," she told them holding out a bag, which Nick took, "And we also ran a
SART kit," she told them.
Nick felt his whole body stiffen, "Man I swear if he…"
"There were no signs of sexual assault… it's a routine test we run on all assault victims," the nurse assured
Both men let out a small sigh of relief, "Thank you miss," Grissom told her. She gave them a small smile before
Nick looked over at Grissom, "I'll go get my kit," he said, before he left.
Nick stepped out the room, closing the door softly behind him, sighing to himself. He looked up at Grissom, who
was stood outside waiting.
"How you doing?" he asked.
"Man, I never had to do that on someone I care about before," he replied. Processing a victim for evidence
was something he'd done hundreds of times before, but this was the first time he'd really struggled. Phoebe
had tried to put on a brave face, she let him take his photos and get scrapings from her nails, but he could tell
she hated every minute of it.
Grissom gave him a small smile, "Its never easy collecting evidence when you know the victim," he said.
"Yeah… I just hope it's not something I have to do again," he said.
Both men looked up as they heard the door open and saw Greg coming from the room, "She's sleeping," he
explained. The two men nodded, Greg looked at Grissom, "So they get him?"
"They're questioning him at the moment; the sooner we get the evidence processed the quicker they'll be able
to arrest him… Nick I think it would be best if you stayed here with Greg, I'll take the evidence you've got along
with Phoebe's clothes and the SART kit back to the lab…"
"Wait, hold on, did you say SART kit?" Greg exclaimed, his anger evident, "If that son of a bitch…"
Nick put a hand on his shoulder, "Greg calm down, they didn't find any signs of sexual assault," he assured his
Greg let out a loud breath, "God… this is just messed up… I wanna do something to help I just…"
"Greg," Grissom spoke up, causing him to look over, "You being here with Phoebe, making sure she's ok, that's
plenty helpful," he assured him. Greg gave him a small appreciative smile. "I gotta get back to the lab… Nick?"
"Oh, uh, sure," Nick said, handing him the evidence.
"Oh, here," Grissom handed over a piece of paper, "I got Judy to get her next of kin details for me, that's her
parents number," he said, "You want me to call them…"
"No," Nick cut off, "I promised Phoebe I would," he said.
Grissom nodded, "Ok, well I'll keep you posted," he said, before he turned and left.
Nick looked over at Greg, "You ok man?"
Greg shrugged, "No… I don't know… I mean," he sighed, "I just hope she's gonna be ok."
"Hey, she's strong you know that, she'll get back on her feet, we just need to be there for her, that's all," Nick
Greg nodded, "Yeah, I uh, I'm gonna head back in, in case she wakes up," he said.
"Sure," Nick nodded, "I guess I'll go call her parents."
Nick was stood outside the hospital, taking a minute, getting some fresh air. He had spoken to Phoebe's mom,
and it had taken a lot of convincing on his behalf that she was ok, and they needn't come to see her. He had
had to lie… or stretch the truth a bit, but it had worked. He'd given them his cell phone number so they could
get hold of him.
As he rubbed and hand over his eye's he jumped, feeling his phone vibrate before ringing. He pulled it from his
pocket, flipping it open, "Stokes," he answered.
"Hi, this Nick Stokes?" a male voice asked.
"Yeah," he replied.
"This is Danny Jones… my parents just called me, Phoebe's in hospital?" he asked.
"Uh… yeah, she is," Nick told him.
"Apparently she's ok though right?" he continued.
"Uh… yeah, she told me to say she's fine, and not to worry about her," Nick said, he heard a sigh over the
"Listen man, level with me, how is she really? Cause I know my sister, and she would say she's fine even if
she was dying," Danny told him.
"Honestly?" Nick began, "She's not doing so great, she was beaten pretty badly, the Doc's wanna keep her in
for a few days at least," he explained.
"God damn it! Chris did that?"
"Yeah… I'm sorry man," Nick spoke.
"I knew I should never have let him near her, y'know I never trusted the guy, she's my baby sister… I should
have gone down and beat his ass when she told me he was causing her trouble," Danny sounded pissed.
"If it wasn't for the position I'm in I woulda done the same," Nick told him, "But with him being a cop…"
"I get it… its just good to know she got someone down there looking out for her," Danny returned.
"She got more then just me," Nick assured him.
"Listen, I know she doesn't want mom and dad coming down, I know why… but I've already booked myself on
the next flight out there… she'll probably already have guessed that though," he explained.
Nick gave a small smile to himself, "I'll let her know,"
"And tell her Ashlee's coming with me… I couldn't stop her from coming with me if I tried," Danny said.
"Ashlee your wife?" Nick questioned.
Danny gave a small laugh, "No, my wife's kid sister, Phoebe's best friend."
"Oh yeah, she's mentioned her before," Nick remembered.
"Ok, well I gotta go… I'll get there at about 5am your time," he told him.
"Sure, well, I guess I'll meet you then," Nick said.
"Yeah, bye… and thanks for being honest… just tell her… tell her I'll be there soon," he said.
"Sure man," Nick finished before he pulled the phone away from his ear, snapping it shut. He sighed to himself,
he couldn't imagine how he would feel if it was one of his sisters. He placed the phone back in his pocket,
taking a breath before heading back into the hospital.
Ok, so there it is, really hope you guys liked it. Please review, I love to know what you think.