Leggo My Greggo

“Obvious Obsession”


Warrick was idly and patiently (Alright, he had his arms crossed and he was tapping his foot pretty impatiently) as Hodges finished analyzing his trace evidence. With an impatient sigh (And a sneer from Hodges), Warrick leaned his weight against the stainless steel counter and let his eyes wander.

Grissom was hovering over Catherine's shoulder as she examined a shirt in Evidence Room 1. Sara was in the break room... sleeping...with her hair very close to falling into her microwave meal. Bobby was talking to Archy in the A/V lab, probably about Scifi video games. Nick was in the DNA lab... again.

Warrick's brow furrowed. He and Nick were on the same case and they hadn't gathered any DNA evidence. Warrick raised an eyebrow when he saw Nick crowd Greg up against the counter when the labtech stretched up to retrieve one of his many analysis books on foreign compounds. As the labtech turned, he grinned and made a “shooing” motion with said analysis book toward Nick, who only grinned and backed up with his hands in the air in a playful sign of surrender.

Greg walked past the Texan, setting the book on a glass counter before flipping it open. Then the DNA genius looked up and abruptly spun around, almost bowling over Nick in the process, and grabbed one of his clear dry- erase boards. As he started one of is infamous, “Name That Chemical Compound” games, Warrick heard someone sarcastically clear their throat (Only Hodges could manage to clear his throat sarcastically.), effectively breaking him out of his study of his two co-workers.

But it was the snide, “They're nauseatingly blind, aren't they?” had Warrick turning around, ready to defend his “family”. But at his sour look, Hodges just raised an eyebrow and looked at him as if he were talking to an extremely dense redneck.

“They flirt all the time, Brown... You can't deny it. I'm the one who has to watch all the touching...ugh.” Warrick ignored Hodges' shudder and looked back.

They did touch--- a lot. Even if the touches could be considered masculine and straight, they still did it---a lot. And it was mostly Nick! That's what shocked Warrick. It was mostly Nick who'd give a friendly or affectionate pat on the chest or squeeze on the shoulder. It was Nick who'd step way into Greg's space and even though the Texan was a very tactile person, he didn't get that close to anyone else. But from Greg's smiles and grins (You know, the ones that could light the entire city of Vegas during a power outage...), Warrick could tell that Greg didn't mind. Those smiles were Greg's way of “touching,” because Warrick knew that while Greg knew who he and had a wild, wacky sense of confidence, the labtech just couldn't put himself out there as much as Nick.

Warrick blanched. God, Hodges was right. His friends were blind. How could they not see it? Hell... how could none of the CSIs not see it? Wasn't it their job to find the hidden?

“Jesus, Brown.” Warrick startled out of his rather depressing thoughts

“It was obvious and trust me, no one looks at what's in front of their face, much less a CSI. So stop brooding about it, take your evidence, and drag Stokes away from Sanders, so I don't have to watch their mating rituals anymore.”

Slightly stunned, Warrick walked out of Trace in a daze. Oh God. Hodges was right...


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A/N: There's only one more left after this. Read and review please!