Below are the 3 most recent journal entries recorded in Nick Stokes' InsaneJournal:

Friday, September 5th, 2008
11:37 pm	Sorry to break character, here, and I won't do it again BUT one of my friends and I are starting up a CSI rpg (thebodyfarm), OCs and Cannon characters are all accepted. Rules and application are available at bodyfarm_ooc. Figured I'd let y'all know. And now back to rping! (9 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 20th, 2008
12:41 pm	Day off! Nick was just glad to get a day off of work. He'd been ripped a new one in court by the DA for screwing up evidence collection and just needed the time off. Thankfully Gil had noticed this and told him to just take a couple of days to himself. And so there he sat, out in his yard, tossing a baseball in the air and lazily catching it, trying to just not think. He'd been contemplating calling Jess for a while, maybe even dropping by for a visit, but for (albeit dorky) man reasons, her asking Greg to move in with her still stung pretty bad. Not that he really had anything against it now that he'd cooled down, but it still irked him. It probably was a pretty strange sight to see: a muscular young man laying on his back, in the grass, in the desert air, throwing a baseball above his head (and not catching it half the time, either). "OW!" he yelped as the ball made contact with his forehead. He sat up and glared at the baseball-typical little-boyish response to an inanimate object. (13 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, August 16th, 2008
12:03 am	Jess/Nick Nick paced slowly up and down the hall outside the break room, mumbling to himself and mulling over the thoughts that were plaguing his mind.  The case he'd been assigned most recently was, at best, aggravating.  Half of the evidence collected was disputable in court for one reason or another, the other half was tied up in trace because he'd, albeit with good reason, insulted Hodges. Other than that, he had his girlfriend, Jess, on his mind.  He'd been tossing around the option of asking her to move in with him for some time now, but it seemed he never got up the guts to ask.  Call it Texan Charm, call it classic boy syndrome, whatever. He jammed his hands in his pockets and leaned against the wall, eyes closed.  "What have I got to lose?  Worst that could happen is she could say 'no.'"  He smiled, eyes still closed, as he heard footsteps approaching. (17 Comments |Comment on this)