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Revelations 1/2, ATU 'Verse

Title: Revelations
Author: Starkindler
Fandom: ATU
Pairings: Hints of Nick/Greg and Gil/Sara; two OC pairings
Rating: Teen
Disclaimer: Everything you know from the fandoms listed below does not belong to me. However, several characters do belong to me, as do the plots.
Warnings: None, really, unless you got a problem with blood sucking. :P
Summary: An attack changes one CSI's life forever.
Reviews: Are shiny.
Beta Readers: Martin and Trowa. Thanks so much!


Billions of years before primates on Earth evolved into human beings, others in distant galaxies were becoming interstellar travelers, engaging in intergalactic war, and some races were evolving from violent species into ones of peace. Symbiotic relations borne of peaceful existence were formed, technology grew, and alliances came into being. For millions of years, peace reigned throughout over twenty galaxies. And they watched.

Years passed and new species of higher beings evolved, grew in intelligence and technology, at varying rates and abilities. And still the others watched, waited.

Several beings grew beyond others. They began to involve themselves with other species, those who had not yet evolved into technological equals. Four in particular interested those who watched: the Asgard, the Nox, the Furlings, and most of all, the Ancients.

Concern grew as the Ancients began to spread their technology throughout galaxies, some of which were under the protection of those who watched. Contact was made, warnings were given, but arrogance of ability, intelligence, and false senses of superiority made it so those warnings were left unheeded.

Still more years passed, and darkness fell upon the Ancients, who did not heed the warnings. Their race went into hiding by ascending into a different form, blending their species with those they interfered with, or dying out altogether.

The others watched, waited, and immersed themselves within the most promising of the species with which the Ancients interfered. They protected these beings as much as they could without giving themselves away to all but a very few. Their kind were revered and then despised as legend, but their true selves remained a myth, a thought of abstract wonder and fear. They never interfered with the evolution of the species, knowing that in the future, these beings would evolve enough and realize life existed outside their world. Only then would revealing themselves be possible.

Those who watched and waited for that time did so with great patience, because they had all the time in the world.

April 2005 – Las Vegas

Nick shook his head as Sara opened the passenger side door of his truck as he came to a halt. Getting out and hurrying around, he helped her slide out without putting weight on her injured leg. "You could've waited for me, you know."

"I'm not an invalid, Nick. I can take care of myself," Sara said as she reached back and slid the crutches out of the cab of the truck. "It's only a sprained ankle. I'll be fine."

"It's a bad sprain, and I plan on seeing you up to your door, so no arguments." Nick closed the truck door and locked it as soon as he grabbed Sara's bag.

"Yes, Dad," Sara said, seeming to be amused by his overprotective nature. "It's nice to know chivalry hasn't died off completely."

"Nah, it's just taken a severe beating. Come on. You do have an elevator in this place, don't you?"

"Yeah, at the end of the hall," Sara said. She adjusted her crutches and set off towards the front doors, knowing Nick would follow close behind. "You got any plans for the weekend?"

"The biggest thing I'm plannin' on doing this weekend is going to the grocery store. I haven't had two days off in a row in I don't know how long. I just wanna sleep, maybe watch a ball game or two, and definitely put somethin' on the grill."

"Sounds like a good plan. You need a break. You haven't been looking so hot lately, although you do look cute with that purse," Sara said with a grin as they reached the elevator.

"Oh, sure, pick on the guy who was nice enough to bring you home." Nick could feel the heat rising in his face. A guy as old as I am really should be past the blushing stage, he thought to himself in exasperation.

"I said you were cute. What more do you want?" Sara asked with a laugh. She pressed the button for the third floor and they rode up in comfortable silence.

At her door, while Sara searched for the keys, she glanced up at Nick and said, "Thanks for helping me get home. I can't believe I hurt myself."

"Next time, be more careful when you're helpin' Brass chase down a suspect," Nick said with a grin. "Believe me, those unseen holes in the yard are a pain in the ass, and we don't want you breaking your ankle next time instead of spraining it."

"Yes, Dad," Sara said, this time with a wide grin. "Come on inside. I've got some of that coffee Greg buys. He bought me a gift certificate for Christmas from that place he gets it."

"Well, if it's Blue Hawaiian, how can I resist?"

"You can't, which is what I was banking on. You get to be the one to put it on, since you have two fully functional legs, and I'll go change," Sara said with a smirk as she unlocked the door and opened it.

"Oh, I see how it is. You just want to use me for my-" Nick stopped abruptly as he heard a couple of muffled pops and Sara slumped back against him. Looking up, he saw the gun pointed towards them, a silencer screwed to the end of it.

Raising his eyes to look at the man holding it, Nick's eyes turned silver and his fangs lengthened. "You!" he hissed, recognizing the other as one of the Saurnausis the Sylinian Council had been looking for.

The other's fangs lengthened and he hissed at Nick as he backed away with the bag full of whatever it was he had stolen. At the window, he climbed out and onto the fire escape. One last look at Nick, and the guy smirked and jumped.

Everything in Nick told him to go after the bastard, but a moan from Sara and he knew he couldn't leave her. Closing the door behind them, he laid her on the sofa, wincing at the two shots, one to the chest, and one to the abdomen. "God, Sara."

Sara looked up at him with pain-filled eyes. "I'm not gonna make it, am I?"

Looking at the wounds, Nick knew from millennia of experience that no, she wouldn't. "You will if you put your absolute trust in me. I can save you, but you will be changed forever. Do you trust me enough to put your life into my hands?"

"You know I do," she managed to get out while coughing up blood. "I don't wanna die."

"Then relax and trust me absolutely, Sara," Nick said as he lengthened his fangs. He saw her eyes widen, but he didn't have time to explain. He leaned over and sank his teeth into her neck, taking only as much as he needed to begin the transformation. Then he pulled back and bit his wrist and held it to her mouth. "Take as much of this as you can. Once you're done, you will fall into a deep sleep, and I'll remove the bullets and tend to your wounds. You won't feel a thing, I promise, and when you're ready, I'll answer your questions, I promise."

Sara closed her eyes and drank from his wrist, showing how much she trusted him, and Nick knew he'd done the right thing. It had been some time since an entire group was worthy of such a transformation. Ezra's group was one, but it was not Nick's group, though he had turned both Chris and Vin. Still, it had been at least two thousand Earth years since he himself had found a group like this one.

As Sara dropped off, he had no doubt he had made the right decision. Once he was sure she wasn't going to awaken unexpectedly, he rushed down to his truck and pulled out the kit he always carried for emergencies such as this.

Sara was still dead to the world, figuratively speaking, when Nick came back inside. It didn't take long to set up the equipment and remove the bullets. Once he did, he bit his wrist and let his blood flow into the wounds. Then he bandaged them up to let his blood heal them completely.

Once that was finished and he'd cleaned up, he pulled out his cell and dialed a number he hadn't in a couple of months. On the third ring a voice answered, "Hello, Saltar."

"I go by Nick as you well know, William," Nick said, smiling at the use of his birth name. "We've got a problem."

"I'm sure. It's the only time you ever call." William's voice was laced with amusement. "What did you do this time?"

Nick huffed. "I didn't do anything. I was bringing a friend home, and when we got to the door, that bastard you've been looking for for millennia shot her! Twice!"

"Tarnas?" William asked, sounding on edge. "He's in Las Vegas?"

"Yes! I would have gone after him, but Sara would have died if I did," Nick said as he plopped down on the chair and ran his hand over his face. "I couldn't leave her."

"You changed her, then," William said, and Nick could imagine the smile on his face. "I'm glad. From what I've heard, you have an excellent group of humans around you."

"You've been checking up on me?" Nick asked with a chuckle. It really wouldn't surprise him if William had watchdogs on him twenty-four hours a day.

"On occasion," William admitted. "I get concerned when I do not hear from you, little brother. You cannot fault me for worrying about one of my own flesh and blood."

"I know you're busy on the Earth Council. Hell, half the time, you're not even on this planet. I'll try to do better, okay?"

"That's all I ask. I'll have some Launrasis in your area immediately. It will be a few days, since the Winchesters are otherwise occupied at the moment. They will hunt him down and take him to Sylinia to answer for his crimes, I promise you. In the meantime, I'll make sure all routes off this planet are locked down. No ships will get through without full inspection."

"Thank you," Nick said with a sigh. "I'm going to have to tell the others. There's no way Sara and I will get covered for a week off, otherwise."

William's roar of laughter forced Nick to pull the phone away from his ear. "You're going to tell Gil Grissom and Greg Sanders…good luck. I only hope you survive the inquisition."

"Oh, you're funny. Thanks for the support," Nick said. "Tell Drew I said 'hello'. You're still with him, right?"

"Twenty-five years and counting," William said. "I will do that. Take care of yourself and Sara."

"I will. Thanks, William. Bye." Nick hung up and stared down at his phone. It was going to be a long weekend, he thought to himself as he hit the speed dial for Grissom's cell.


As soon as he heard the sharp knock on the door, Nick steeled himself and went to answer it. He'd called every person on the team and told them to come over to Sara's, that it was very important. Then he'd made sure the house was cleaned up and that Sara was comfortable on the sofa. He'd managed to find enough seats for everyone. Of course, there wasn't much room on the floor if everyone decided to keel over. Nick snickered lightly and opened the door.

"Hey, Nick," Warrick said as he strolled into the room. "What's goin' on? What's wrong with Sara?"

Nick could see the worry on Warrick's face as he looked at Sara, who still looked pale from the blood loss. Thankfully Nick found a rug to put over the bloodstain on the carpet and turned over the cushions on the sofa; otherwise, everyone would freak out before he even got a chance to explain. "She'll be fine. Why don't you sit down and have some coffee while we wait for the others?"

Nick went out to the kitchen and returned a few moments later to find Warrick sitting on the edge of the sofa, stroking Sara's hair. "You sure she's okay?"

"She will be," Nick told him again, giving him a small smile. "Come on, man, have some coffee. Greg's picking up some stuff at the market before coming over, since he lives nearby. He should be here in a minute, and we can all have breakfast together."

Another knock heralded the arrival of Greg, who had met Gil and Catherine in the parking lot of the apartment building and enlisted their help in carrying the groceries upstairs.

"Can you tell me what's going on, Nick, that we had to come over here? I'm exhausted," Catherine said as she slid down into a chair and kicked off her shoes, while Greg and Gil took the groceries into the kitchen. Then she looked at Sara. "What's the matter with Sara?"

"That's what I wanted to talk to you guys about. Something's happened, and Sara and I will need your help," Nick said as he sat down on the floor, near Sara's head. He smiled slightly as Sara was drawn to him and moved closer without ever waking.

"You guys dating or something?" Warrick asked as he watched Sara move closer to Nick.

"What? No," Nick said, shaking his head. "Honestly, I wish it were somethin' that simple. I need to tell you guys something about me, and you'll definitely think I'm crazy."

"Nick, you're one of the most level-headed people I've ever met. I doubt we'll think you're crazy, so why don't you just tell us what it is and what it has to do with Sara?" Gil said to Nick as he and Greg came back into the room and sat in two of the empty chairs.

Nick opened and closed his mouth a few times before chuckling. "You know, I've done this I don't know how many times in my life, and I still haven't found a good way to break this into a conversation."

"Just come out and say it, then," Greg said. "Can't be that bad."

Nick smirked slightly and then said, "I'm not human. I am what you call an extra-terrestrial from a planet called Sylinia. I was born in 35,000 BC according to the Earth calendar, and I am of a species called the Saurnausis, which means "blood need" in English. Basically, in your terms, I'm a vampire."


Greg looked around the room, and everyone was pretty much looking at Nick the same way…like he was completely nuts. As much as he had a thing for Nick, he was having a hard time not looking at him the same way. A vampire? Not only that, but an alien vampire? And he wanted them to believe him? It was a little out there, and Greg had seen and heard some weird things since joining the crime lab here in Vegas.

Greg saw the slight smirk on Nick's face as he stood up, and Greg breathed a sigh of relief. Now Nick would tell him he was joking and tell them what they were really here for.

And then Nick was taking off his shirt and Greg's mouth went dry. This was so unfair. Didn't Nick know how much he tortured him when he did stuff like this?

"I think a demonstration is in order," Nick said, and Greg felt his cock twitch as Nick stretched his neck and shoulders. It just wasn't fair that Nick could stand there looking all hot and Greg couldn't touch. Not that he would dare, because if Nick had any interest in the same sex, he was keeping it very close to the vest.

All thoughts about Nick and what Greg would like to do with him in a bedroom came to a screeching halt as Nick sort of shimmered, and all of the sudden, he was very, very different.

Greg felt his eyes widen so much the air started stinging them. Gone was the image of Nick as he knew him. In Nick's place stood a creature that just didn't fit into the world he knew. It still looked like Nick, but now he had long, black wings, claws instead of fingernails, shining silver eyes, and long, very pointy fangs.

Greg jumped when he saw, out of the corner of his eye, Warrick practically fall on his ass trying to get out of his seat and back up, but Greg's eyes never left Nick. His heart ached just a little when he saw the sadness flash across Nick's face at Warrick's reaction. Getting up off the floor, Greg walked up to Nick to take a closer look. He wasn't scared of him, since apparently he could have hurt them long ago if he'd wanted, but he still looked at him for permission to touch.

At Nick's slight nod, Greg stepped to the side and reached out to touch Nick's wings. They were soft under his fingers, covered in tiny, shiny black feathers. Greg liked how they shivered when he stroked them from the top, down to the height of Nick's waist.

After spending a few moments studying the wings, Greg went back around the front and took one of Nick's hands. The pointed nails were very sharp, and Greg winced as he cut himself on one. Looking at the drop of blood, he wondered how Nick would react.

When Greg's eyes shifted to Nick's face, there was no change, except that Nick was smiling softly.

"May I?" he asked, taking Greg's injured hand.

Shrugging, Greg let Nick do as he pleased. He shivered when Nick raised his bleeding finger to his mouth and licked away the blood. When Greg looked at his finger, he was surprised to see it completely healed. "Very cool," he murmured to himself, flushing when Nick chuckled.

"Wha-? How? Who?"

Greg looked over at Catherine, who still couldn't seem to form a coherent thought. A glance at Grissom and Greg saw confusion and more than anything, curiosity. Looking at Warrick, he saw anger and…not fear. Something else, but Greg wasn't quite sure what it was.

Turning his attention back to Nick, he was surprised to see him back to his normal self…or what he usually looked like. Greg had no idea whether or not how they usually saw him was "normal" for Nick. "Why didn't you tell us before?" Greg asked.

"It's not exactly something that comes up in normal conversation," Nick said with a wry grin. "Please, guys, sit down. I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm no different than I was ten minutes ago, when you walked in. You just know something more about me than you did before. And I know you have to have some questions for me."

"I want to know what this has to do with Sara," Grissom said, and Greg had to agree, since he didn't get the correlation between Nick's being…whatever he was, and Sara's impression of the sleeping dead.

Greg watched as Nick sighed and lifted Sara up, and then sat down with her halfway on his lap. He ignored the small flash of jealousy he felt as Sara nuzzled Nick's neck and groaned softly.

"She's regaining consciousness," Nick explained. "When she does, don't bother her. She's in the beginnings of her transformation, and her only instinct at the moment is to feed from me. Once you see this, you'll understand why I had to tell you about this."

"Why is that?" Gil asked.

"Yeah, and why did you do this to her?" Warrick asked.

Greg was surprised by Warrick's tone, which held a lot of anger and possibly even a little bit of hurt.

To Gil, Nick said, "The initial transformation takes about a week. For the next three days, she will be unable to be separated from me, and most of the time she will be sleeping while her body undergoes the physical changes. The four after that, while she'll be able to function, she'll have to stay near me. What we'll need is for someone to cover for us for the next three days, and then any cases for the four after that Sara and I will have to work together. It can't be helped."

Then, Nick looked at Warrick. "When I brought Sara home from the hospital, there was someone inside the apartment; he'd come in through the window. Before we'd both made it through the door, he shot her in the chest and abdomen. She gave me her consent, knowing that she would not survive long enough for the paramedics to get here."

"What about the perp? Why didn't you call us?" Catherine asked.

"The perpetrator was someone the Sylinian Council has been searching for, for the past two hundred years," Nick said. "He took off with a bag full of Sara's stuff. As soon as I took care of her, I called my brother, who is one of the senior members of the Earth Council. He's sending the Launrasis here to find him."

"What is a Launrasis, and what makes you think they can find them, if that council or whatever hasn't found the bastard in two hundred years?" Warrick asked.

"Because trying to search for one of us in twenty-nine galaxies is a bit time consuming and more than a little difficult," Nick told him. "As for the Launrasis, they are a different species. Earth cultures would refer to them as werewolves. They're great hunters who will track him down, now that we know where he is. He won't get off Earth without bringing attention to himself."

"Okay, I'm sorry, but I'm having a hard time with this," Catherine said, getting up to pace back and forth across the living room. "We're talking about vampires and werewolves, and aliens traveling across galaxies. This is insane."

When Greg opened his mouth, Catherine held up her hand and continued, "I believe you, Nick. I saw how you changed with my own eyes, and I honestly don't think you'd ever hurt me. This is just…incredible. It's a lot to take in."

"I know it is, and I'm sorry if you feel betrayed because I didn't tell you," Nick said, his eyes shifting toward Warrick for a moment before looking back at Catherine, "but it's not because I didn't trust you guys. While some of us live here on Earth, it's a simple matter of preserving the development of humans. While we interact with the world around us, we do not interfere with the course the human race has taken. You have no idea how difficult it is to watch humans destroy one another in wars we're not allowed to stop, but the choices made by humans had to be their own."

"So, you never would have told us?" Greg asked, feeling a little hurt.

"This particular group of people here? Yes, I would have. While we can have children, our primary way of reproduction of our species is still transformation of a compatible species into one of our own. But we're very particular about who we will choose. It's not a decision we take lightly. To humans on Earth in general? They're not ready to know about life outside this solar system. That much we agree with your government about."

"Our government?" Catherine said. "You mean all that stuff about Area 51 is real?"

"Yes, more or less. There's a program in the military that explores other planets and makes contact with their inhabitants currently. The specifics you don't need to know at the moment, because it's safer. There are a few of our people inside this program, keeping us updated with what they're doing."

"So you're saying they don't know about your kind?" Grissom said with a frown. "I thought you said they had contact."

"With some of those within your own galaxy, but they're human more or less, like anyone on earth. Recently, another expedition through this program has entered a nearby galaxy, but it is not one associated with us. This galaxy, however, is under our protection, up to a point, at least as far as this planet and some of the others holding humans go."

"What does this have to do with us?" Warrick asked, sounding a little less pissed off. "The reproduction and all that, I mean."

"As I said, we are very picky about who we choose to turn. And it's rare to meet an entire group of people who are worthy in my eyes. I'm still very young in the eyes of my people, but I've learned enough to know who I'm lookin' for. I've only met one group in the last thousand years that was like this one, and they weren't my own. But you guys…it's a difficult thing to explain. But that's the reason I transformed Sara, once she agreed. Each one of you just has that certain something."

"So you're saying you'll turn us?" Greg asked. The thought was intriguing, but he was still a little freaked out by the whole thing.

"Only if it's something you decide you want. We're not a conquering race. And you guys know me well enough to know I'd never force you to do anything you don't want," Nick said, looking down as Sara started moving around more.

"Hey, Sara, you wakin' up?" Nick asked softly as he stroked his thumb across her cheek and down her jaw line.

Greg watched, mesmerized, as Sara's eyes opened. She didn't notice him or anyone else in the room, her attention was so intent on Nick.

"Open your mouth, Sara, let me see," Nick said. When she did so, Nick looked inside; why, Greg had no idea. But whatever it was, Nick seemed satisfied and nodded. "Okay, Sara, your fangs haven't grown in yet, but that's not surprisin', since you were injured."

Nick's fangs slid into place and Greg couldn't look away as they slid into his wrist, and then he offered it to Sara, who latched onto it. A few minutes passed, and then Sara pulled away and shut her eyes, falling back into a deep sleep.

Nick smiled at them. "She'll be doing that for the rest of the night. Tomorrow, she'll stay up for a little while and eat actual food."

"I've seen you eat a lot of times. Do you have to eat, or is it something you just do?" Grissom asked.

"We have to eat, though we can go for far longer than you could without food, provided our need for blood is met. But if we don't get either, it won't kill us. Make us really cranky, yes, but death isn't something that happens often with our people," Nick told him. "And you really don't want to be near us when we're starving. Let me go put Sara in the bedroom. She'll sleep for at least three hours before she'll notice I'm not nearby, and I need to set up a feeding schedule with some of our people for myself. I'll be back in a moment."

As soon as Nick was out of the room, Warrick chuckled and shook his head. "Man, are we really believin' this? I mean, come on. Nick? An alien vampire, or whatever the hell he's supposed to be?"

"Evidence doesn't lie, Warrick. You saw what the rest of us did. After seeing that, I'm inclined to believe him," Grissom said as he looked toward the door of the bedroom. "And the way Sara reacted toward him supports it."

Greg took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. "I believe him. Those wings weren't some trick. They were part of a living being."

"So we're just going what? Accept it and move on?" Warrick asked as he stood up and ran his hands over his head. "Pretend that he hasn't lied to us about who and what he is?"

"Can you blame him?" Catherine asked. "If you were in his place, would you be inclined to say to a bunch of people, 'Hi, I'm an alien from another planet and need to drink blood to keep me healthy and happy. Let's be friends'? What would you have done, if you didn't know Nick prior to what he just revealed to us?"

"I don't know," Warrick said with a frustrated sigh.

"What's really wrong, Warrick?" Greg asked, coming up behind him. "I don't think it's the whole alien vampire thing."

Warrick looked over at him, and this time, Greg could see the hurt in his face. "I'm supposed to be his best friend. He's had years to tell me, and he didn't until he was forced to. How am I supposed to believe we're friends if he's lied to me from day one?"

"You are my friend, Warrick," Nick said as he came back into the room. "Secrecy, particularly on planets like Earth, is unfortunately a necessity. Where do you think the myths and legends of vampires on this planet come from? It's true, they were egged on by the fact that people buried other people alive accidentally, and by simple process of decomposition, but we were the reason vampires exist in Earth's mythology. A few of the Saurnausis grew careless centuries ago and got caught feeding, and legends were born. There were some people who we thought were trustworthy who freaked out and helped solidify those legends. Please understand, I had to be sure you wouldn't react that way, and then after I was sure, it was a little difficult, as I said, to bring up in conversation. It was never meant to be a slight against you. I'm sorry if I offended you. I hope you'll forgive me for it."

"You make your call?" Greg asked as he went and plopped down on the sofa.

Nick sat down next to Greg. "Yeah, I did. A friend is setting up a schedule for me." Nick looked around at everyone. "So, is anyone still hungry? We could cook something, if you guys wanna stick around. I'll understand if you need some time. I don't think I have to tell you, though, that this conversation needs to stay just between us."

Greg shrugged. "I could eat. I picked up some stuff for those omelets you like to make," he said, nudging Nick's shoulder with his own.

"I'd like to stay. I can think of a question or a hundred I'd like to ask," Grissom said. "I'll go put on another pot of coffee. This pot's cold by now," he said, picking up the tray with the coffee that had been untouched.

"I'm gonna go, Nick. Lindsey gets off school early today, and I promised I'd pick her up. We'll talk more soon," Catherine said, smiling at him. "I'm glad you told us, though."

"You're taking this well," Nick said to her as he got up and walked up to her.

"Yeah, well, I'm freaking out a little on the inside, but no matter what you are, you're a good person. I have no doubt about that," she said, enfolding him in a big hug.

"Thanks, Cath," Nick said, returning her embrace. "I'll be here for several days, so if you want to come over just to talk, feel free. Sara will be ready for company in a few days, too, and I'm sure she'll need the support. From what I've seen, the transformation is an overwhelming experience."

"You weren't changed?" Catherine asked, pulling back.

"Nope. I was born a Saurnaus, so the transformation as other species experience it didn't happen."

"Okay. Well, I'd better go, if I'm going to get a few hours of sleep before I have to pick up Lindsey," Catherine said, heading for the door. "I'll talk to you soon."

Nick turned to Warrick as Catherine shut the door behind her. "What about it, Warrick? Wanna stay for a while?"

Warrick stood there for a moment, looking as though he was fighting an internal battle. Finally, he just shrugged. "Sure, why not?"

Greg jumped up and headed toward the kitchen, thinking maybe Nick and Warrick might need a moment alone. "I'm gonna go attack those veggies."

Nick sighed. "I know you're mad at me, 'Rick. I can't say I blame you for it. I just hope that someday you'll be able to understand why I didn't tell you before now."

"I just need some time to get my head around this, to cool off," Warrick said. "I probably should be flattered that you think enough of me to tell me at all, but I'm still just…"

"Pissed off?" Nick said with a grin.

"Pretty much," Warrick said, "but not enough to do somethin' stupid."

"Come on, man," Nick said with a chuckle. "Let's get in there before Greg burns down Sara's kitchen. She'd kill me when she woke up."

"I thought you couldn't die that easily," Warrick said with a smirk.

"Shut up," Nick said with a laugh as they walked into the kitchen.


Part Two

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