National Secrets Chapter 2

See part one for infoNational Secrets 2 Tony hit number two on his speed dial. “I hope he’s awake.”Nick groaned as his cell phone went off. “Damn it.”“Let it ring. If it’s Grissom, he’ll call the house. Go back to sleep,” Warrick muttered.Nick stared at the phone. “But, it might be important.”Warrick, knowing his mate, loosened his hold on him, who then rolled over to answer his phone.“Stokes.”“We have a slight problem.”Nick sighed, “What now, Tony?”“It’s been found.”“What’s been found, Tony?”“The Templar treasure.”“What?!”Warrick gave Nick a look at the outburst from his mate. He hadn’t been actively listening to the conversation until that point.Tony cleared his throat nervously, “Um, someone found Charlotte and the pipe. That led them to the Declaration, which was stolen. Apparently, they knew about the hidden map and cipher and they have the Silence Dogood letters. They found the glasses, read the map, found the church, and found the treasure. Don’t yell at me.”Nick took a deep, cleansing breath. “Please tell me you are kidding?”“I wish I was. The people who found the treasure also have copies of the documents and received a small percentage of the findings.”“Documents? Tony….”“I know, I’m already kicking myself, Nick.”“Ok, let’s hope they just like to look at your pretty pictures and decide not to translate the documents. Didn’t we tell you putting that stuff in with the treasure was a bad idea?”“I didn’t think I was going to live to see if found, Nick! Besides, it seemed like a good idea at the time.”“Let’s try to keep it under the radar.”“I can keep an eye or five on them. They’re in DC, so I can have Sandusky watch them. Maybe I’ll have McGee work on it, too.”“Just keep a very close on this. Please? I really don’t need this right now, Tony.”“None of us do.”“I don’t need him to be up all day, Tony! We have a shift tonight! Control the problem and call us later!” Warrick yelled at the phone.“Ok, he’s right. I’ll call you if anything happens,” Tony agreed.“Do that, please. Goodbye, Tony,” Nick said.“Bye, Nick.”Nick snapped his phone shut and placed it back on the nightstand. “Well, this could be a problem,” Warrick intoned.“You need to break this nasty habit you have of listening in on my phone calls.”“Oh, please, you know I have to.”“I know,” Nick smiled. “This is bad.”“Who would have such an obsession with history to want to translate all those documents?”“Who would want to find that treasure?”“Good point.”Nick sighed and moved closer to Warrick. “I just want, for at least a hundred years or so, for nothing to happen. Ya know?”“Yeah, but you know that won’t happen.” Warrick pulled his mate closer.“Tony’s going to keep me up about this.”“You need to sleep. Every time we try to relax, we get a case or a call or something else happens. I think I hear a vacation calling our names.”“Convince Grissom and I’m there,” Nick mumbled.“I’ll work on it. You stop worrying. Those people won’t find out about us,” Warrick vowed.Nick closed his eyes and mumbled, “For the sake of my sanity, I hope not.” And with that he finally fell back to sleep.Warrick watched his mate for a while; the stress of this new situation was rolling off the other man, even in his sleep.“I try to get him to relax and Tony has to call with this.”

National Secrets Chapter 1

Something I wrote, AU and goes off the Sylum Universe- BJ Jones Major Crossover about Vampires, Any questions about it ask me.Title: National SecretsAuthor: SarahRating: FRTPairing: National Treasure: Ben/Riley, Sylumverse: Nick/Warrick (CSI: Vegas), Tony/Gibbs (NCIS), Speed/Horatio (CSI: Miami)Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not National Treasure, not the Sylumverse. That belongs to Bev, She just lets us play with it.Warning: AU and Slash, don't like, don't read. Riley was amusing himself by looking through some of the papers the FBI had given them. All copies, of course. The originals were safely on their way to their home countries. They were written in ancient Egyptian, Gaelic, Hebrew, Latin, Italian, and a few others he didn’t recognize.“Can either of you read these?” Riley asked.“No, I don’t speak any of these languages. At least not the ancient forms,” Ben answered.“I know a bit of Italian,” Abigail said. “There is something here about ‘immortal men’.”“Like…vampires?” Riley asked.Ben rolled his eyes and spoke as if placating a child. “Riley, vampires do not exist.”“Then tell me why this drawing looks familiar?” Riley said. He held up a copy of the drawing. “Huh?”“Because you watch too much TV?” Ben tried.“This looks like that CSI who was kidnapped in Vegas a couple of months ago,” Riley stated.Ben looked at the younger man. “And how do you know about that?”“I read about it on the internet. Duh. That guy looks just like this…Nico Meridius.” Riley scrunched his face, trying and failing to pronounce the strange last name.Abigail looked at Riley and then at the drawing he still held. “How bout we get these documents properly translated before jumping to any conclusions. I mean, that CSI could just be a descendant of this man. Besides, there is no telling what kind of information we can learn from these documents.”“Like proving that vampires exist!” Riley exclaimed.Ben sighed, “Get off that kick, Riley.”Fine. I’m just saying it would be cool,” the young man pouted.~*~Tony’s plan for his day off involved watching Jethro work on his boat, maybe have some sex by said boat, and resting; not necessarily in that order. Just a nice day off after a long case that drained them both. That plan went out the window when his phone rang. After a lengthy, aggravated conversation, he slammed the phone down.“I can’t believe they found it!” Tony declared.Jethro, who had been watching his mate since the phone call began, asked, “What happened?”“That was Peter Sandusky, a FBI chosen one we assigned to protect the treasure. Seems that someone has found it and it’s all going back to its home countries. They made copies of the documents and gave these people a percentage of the treasure. This is bad,” the vampire explained.“What treasure? And why is it bad?”“The Templar knights-freemason treasure. I’ll explain it all later. I’m worried about the documents that were copied. There is a lot of vampire history in those documents. Things about the Medjai. Ardeth and Daniel’s observations and early research. Nick’s life story and part of mine. If this gets into the wrong hands….”“Calm down,” Gibbs interrupted.“I’m trying to calm down. But, you have to understand what was in this treasure. Scrolls from the library of Alexandria, papyrus notes, some of my drawings….Jethro, if they make some connections between those drawings and any of us….,” Tony left the thought hanging.Jethro put his hand-sander down and moved closer to his mate. “I’m sure that everything will be fine. If a chosen one was there, he more than likely would have picked out the incriminating documents.”“I hope so,” Tony growled. “Or I will be a very unhappy vampire for the next few year.”Gibbs sighed, “Tony, call Nick if this has you that worried.”“Oh, God! Nick is going to kill me. He didn’t want that information in with the treasure in the first place,” the older vampire cried.“Call him, tell him what happened, and then relax, cause you’re starting to get on my last working nerve. You needed this day off more than I did. Now, get before I make you,” Gibbs growled.Tony looked at his lover. “I’m not being that surly, am I?”“Surly? No. Slightly annoying? Yes. I’ll be up soon. Now, go.”“I’m going, I’m going.” Tony grabbed his cell phone and headed upstairs.Jethro watched his mate go, shaking his head. “He really needs to let things go.”

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Hmmm I'm in a evil mood. Might write a drabble that involves evil things happening to characters. That is always fun. Oh yes... *sees Bob* Ah Ha.. There you are! *walks off talking to Bob about evil plots*

*sighs...

*sighs* I need a life... and a boyfriend.. hell anyone really..

You Are Strawberr...

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PURI...

PURITY: 95% sex, 95% substance, 95% moral [95% total]

Well done! The higher your scores, the more "pure" you are. The lower, the more you've experienced.This test was about done deeds, so your numbers will never climb. [It's interesting to think they all started at 100%.] But will your purity continue to fall? Will you OUTGROW or will you OUTDO your past experiences? It's up to you. Advisory:Don't date anyone if your moral purities differ by more than 30%. Don't run a business with anyone if your substance purities differ by more than 40%. Do be friends with someone who has less than 1/2 your sex purity. You'll enjoy their colorful company.

You...

Your brain: 60% interpersonal, 80% visual, 200% verbal, and 60% mathematical!

Congratulations on being 400% smart! Actually, on my test, everyone is. The above score breaks down what kind of thinking you most enjoy doing. A score above 100% means you use that kind of thinking more than average, and a score below 100% means you use it less. It says nothing about how good you are at any one, just how interested you are in each, relatively. A substantial difference in scores between two people means, conclusively, that they are different kinds of thinkers. Matching Summary: Each of us has different tastes. Still, I offer the following advice, which I think is obvious:Don't date someone if your interpersonal percentages differ by more than 80%. Don't be friends with someone if your verbal percentages differ by more than 100%. Don't have sex with someone if their math percentage is over 200%.




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Which CS...

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What do I do....

What do I do... To Spork or not to Spork... That is my deilima.... Screw the spelling.. I have to think about this...

Story

He was thinking too much. That’s why he couldn’t sleep. Thinking of what had happened that day. Event’s from the past that he had thought he had forgotten. They were now playing with his mind. He had lied to his boss. The biggest mistake he has made so far. Well, having his family sweep things from his record might have been the biggest mistake. Ok, they were tied for first place at the moment.He decided his ceiling was boring now. He closed his eyes again and saw the look on Mac’s face. His eyes opened immediately. He never wanted to see that face. His looked over at his alarm clock. It was midnight and he still couldn’t go to sleep. He had to be up in five hours and face Mac and Stella. Stella would be the easiest to deal with. Mac was going to throttle him. Stella was scary when she yelled at him in Greek. But nothing scared him more than Mac Taylor saying “I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to let you go Danny.” That put fear in his heart.He should have come clean when Mac asked about Tanglewood. He knew he couldn’t not until things settled down. Then this came up. Oh the irony. He sat up and groped around for his glasses on the night stand. Putting them on, he turned on the small lamp sitting on the table and began digging through the drawer of the nightstand for a book. Cursing at the lack of books, he sat up and got out of bed, went through the door and into his small living room. He liked to read, even though some people couldn’t tell, he enjoyed his down time, between trying to catch up on sleep, going out with Aiden and Flack, staying late for reports and not killing the irritating members of his family, he indulged in good literature. But that was his secret and he wouldn’t tell anyone about that.Or maybe he should watch some TV. There should be nothing on and he’d be asleep in 5 minutes for sure. His brain drifted to the kitchen. Coffee sounded good at the moment… He shook his head. Nope, he should sleep. But, he had a feeling he wouldn’t be sleeping so he let his caffeine-addicted part of his brain took over and he made his pot of coffee.Sitting at his table he sighed when he realized that one cup had become two and two cups became a pot and a pot became three pots. He wouldn’t sleep for two days. But he expected that anyways. Nightmares of the past would haunt him until everything blew over. Happened every time they were in the news, or a report got sent out. Sonny was not one to cross and now he was back on the radar because he worked with Mac and Stella. He didn’t even work the case.No, but he did help Mac. Maybe they wouldn’t have found out if he wouldn’t have helped him. But that would be another lie to add to his list. It would go up there with family sweeping his records, about how he was really associated to Tanglewood, and lying to Mac about that. He felt guilty now. Guilty now, for the lying and the things he did for Boys. Guilt and anger with a mix of fear, the guilt for the Boys, anger because Sonny outted him and fear for his job. He stared at his coffee cup, and sighed. He remembered what his mother said, ‘Caffeine makes things worse’. He looked at the cup in disgust. Maybe she got that right.Though it was keeping him awake, and he liked the feeling, even though in 15 hours his ass would be dragging, most likely at a crime scene. Maybe he would be working alone, no, that would be bad, and he might miss something important. He’ll work with Aiden. Always works, she doesn’t ask that many questions. He looked at his wall clock and saw the time. 3:15 in the morning and he was still awake. He got up and got another cup of coffee.He thought of just going down the work, turning in his resignation and leaving the state. He dropped that idea quickly; he loves New York and loves working with Mac, Stella and Aiden. Even Chad, though he seems to be either buzzed or high when he is working and flirting with Aiden wasn’t very cute. He hated that kid sometimes.But hate doesn’t stay long when you fear for your job safety. He stared at the empty cup, deciding that three pots were enough to keep him alive for the next 24 hours. His mind began to wonder, as it did often, to his younger years. His father and himself getting beat up by a gypsy cab driver, joining the Tanglewood Boys, leaving the boys 4 years later when he got into college, not being about to play ball because of his wrist, and making the force and becoming a CSI which was starting to look like a mistake, he was the flaw on the good CSI record.Flaw. He really hated that word. A flaw is an imperfection. He wasn’t prefect, but he didn’t want to be the one to put a blemish on the team’s record, and thoughts of leaving, stepping away beckoned in his mind. He stopped that line of thinking. He didn’t need to get any more depressed thinking about something he had no control over. He wasn’t an inferior CSI, he was normal. He had his personal flaws. Maybe he took a case to hard sometimes, but in the end it was evened out. He wouldn’t let that get to him.He sat there and thought till he heard his alarm go off in his bedroom. He got up, put his coffee cup in the sink and went to get ready. Like it or not, he did have a job to do and if it meant him getting fired for his past. Let it happen.But, the voice at the back of his head said that everything would be fine and nothing would happen. Anytime he listened to that voice, the shit would hit the fan. He liked listening to that voice.

And The Rant Cometh

Denver what that cursed play that someone from my school wrote! I want to have fun this summer.... that means me catching up on reading, writing and useless babble. NOT worrying about actors who can't act their ways out of paper bags. I would rather stay up all night, sleep all day and amuse myself with things CSI, NCIS and Lost. I want to relax this summer! Not think about a depressing peice of drek someone wrote in TOPEKA KANSAS and made ourselves look SOOO foolish on opening night. NO I will not have it! Skipping 20 pages on the first of two nights.. oh so brillant! THEN, a FIRST YEAR Decides to argue with me.... What the Hell! I am a stage manager, I have been a stage manager for 3 f*cking years. I assistant directed a show, basically directed when the directors father died. I deserve some respect from a f*cking firsty!*deep breath*We were supposed to have a show on the 10th of May. Well.. What happened was we had to replace a few actors. Things were going fine... Pushed the show back because we replaced a main character. So the second main gets pissy. I am trying to manager this mess and he won't show up to rehearsal! So the Friday before the show we called a cast meeting.. we have 19 people in our cast... 7 showed up. SEVEN! So, we came to an agreement. No show. Well then the guy comes over to talk to the director. He wasn't there so I was in the room waiting for my ride. Guy goes off on me saying why wasn't there rehearsal and blah blah blah. I told him because he didn't show up for rehearsal. He said that he had band leadership auditions.... TAKE THE MORNING CLASS DUMBASS!*deep breath*So he goes on to YELL at me! I about slapped him. Then he tells me Well good! Tell him I don't have to quit now. I said like he was going to keep you in the show anyways! and he said for me to tell the director to kiss his ass. Well.. I did. Boy did my director get mad, called the band director. Guy got kicked out of band and leadership auditions.The basic premise of this play is... Not all stories have happy endings...The basics of the show is, you got 2 thugs in the begining, Slick and Bumpy, T-Ron is a drug dealer.. gives them drugs to sell after breaking his window while they played the rock game. Oo.. it gets better.. after Johnny gets killed T-Ron hides the guns.. Bumpy meets Preashus, t-rons daughter.. act ends with drug overdose of Preashus and T-Ron shooting BumpySecond act opens with the detectives (who I had to turn the lights off of), then T-Ron on death row getting visits from people he killed and or hurt. A crackhead named Lester, Johnny, Bumpy and Preashus. He goes and gets the chair, while Slick, who is still around graduates and then a hit is put out on him... End of play. *headdesk*Just... Why did I agree to stage manage this peice of drek!... Oh that's right. I was the only one willing too and I needed another stage managing thing for my resume for college.*Sighs* Oh. I feel SO much better!

B...

Been listening to Sappy power ballads and thinking about Skit with Cris. Damn.. it fits.. Will not let it distract me!Sent FAFSA stuff off today, sent back form saying I would be taking my Theatre scholarship. They will NOT take away from full books tution scholarship! I will NOT let them! I need that $1900!

Oy... I've been do...

Oy... I've been doing lots of reading, some writing and some reviewing. Talking to interesting people and buying CSI: Miami Season 2 on DVD! *is happy* Go me!

Dude... It's like...

Dude... It's like 5 am and I haven't been to sleep yet... Save me...

*sigh*

I graduated... Go me... 175 people.. *sigh* I enroll at Highland tomorrow...

I h...

I have come to the conclusion that I suck at writing... I think I have created many sues in the CSI world.. TPTB forgive me.. I was stupid and 15...

Oh god.. I do...

Oh god.. I don't have to go anymore! *does happy dance of joy*

*Sigh*

It's 10:35 and I have to write a summative essay by... 8:00am. It shouldn't be that hard, I mean, I'm not totally clueless in chemistry... God, I wish it was the 25th. I mean.. I really really do. I just need a week off. Thank God graduation is this week