Leggo My Greggo
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Category:
CSI › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
15
Views:
3,302
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own CSI, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The LittleThings
“The Little Things”
It had been a rough case. A little boy was found beaten and raped in a dumpster behind his own house, discarded like yesterday's trash. Nick had gotten a confession, but only after practically beating the guy's face in, then stormed out. No one knew where the Texan had gone, but his Tahoe was still in the parking lot.
As Warrick went to open the locker room door, he heard heavy sobbing and a quiet soothing voice. Quietly, he opened the door a crack and peaked in. The sight he saw was something, Warrick never thought he'd see.
There was Nick, sobbing heavily, his face pressed hotly into the crook of Greg's neck. His arms were wrapped tightly around Greg's waist while Greg had one arm wrapped around the Texan's shaking shoulders and the other twined in Nick's hair, silently encouraging the other man to let it all out. When Warrick looked up, his eyes met Greg's. The dark chocolate pools were flooded with love and concern for Nick, but they also held a hint of a challenge aimed at Warrick.
Not a playful challenge, as the younger man was notorious for issuing, no this was one challenge that screamed protection. It screamed of Greg's willingness to put himself between Nick and anyone who could hurt him. That challenge had Greg's liquid gaze practically burning into Warrick, threatening him.
Normally, Warrick would have bristled, his own anger building and rising to the threat, but Warrick didn't feel any anger at Greg's stare. Instead, he lowered his eyes in submission. Greg was saying, “Don' judge Nick, he's still the same man. If you have to judge someone, judge me,” in every line of his body.
When he looked back, he understood where it had come from. Nick couldn't stay angry with Greg, not when the ex- labtech could light his entire world with a smile and a useless fact. Greg could be strong where Nick wasn't, he could let go when Nick couldn't, he could understand where no one else could. He was good for Nick.
Looking back on his own disastrous marriage to someone outside of their small family, Warrick knew that Nick and Greg would never find someone that could understand, that could accept them half as well as the other already had. With Nigel Crane, the lab explosion, the box, and Demetri James; no one, even on the night shift, could even comprehend what they had each gone though.
So yeah, Warrick accepted the relationship that had blossomed between his two friends.
Warrick raised his eyes to Greg's again; the challenge was still there, but so was a hint of pleading. Pleading for Warrick not to judge, to not make a big deal out of the situation. Warrick gave Greg a small, warm smile and nod before quietly backing out of the dark locker room.
Yeah, he accepted and encouraged what they found because if someone on the night shift deserved a happy ending, it was those two.
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A/N: So this is the last one guys! There will be more if and when the plots find me and get written. My next project is Live Free or Die Hard, John/Matt slash drabbles, and then hopefully after that I'll be able to finish my chaptered stories! Ok, so read and review please!
And consider this TO BE CONTINUED...
It had been a rough case. A little boy was found beaten and raped in a dumpster behind his own house, discarded like yesterday's trash. Nick had gotten a confession, but only after practically beating the guy's face in, then stormed out. No one knew where the Texan had gone, but his Tahoe was still in the parking lot.
As Warrick went to open the locker room door, he heard heavy sobbing and a quiet soothing voice. Quietly, he opened the door a crack and peaked in. The sight he saw was something, Warrick never thought he'd see.
There was Nick, sobbing heavily, his face pressed hotly into the crook of Greg's neck. His arms were wrapped tightly around Greg's waist while Greg had one arm wrapped around the Texan's shaking shoulders and the other twined in Nick's hair, silently encouraging the other man to let it all out. When Warrick looked up, his eyes met Greg's. The dark chocolate pools were flooded with love and concern for Nick, but they also held a hint of a challenge aimed at Warrick.
Not a playful challenge, as the younger man was notorious for issuing, no this was one challenge that screamed protection. It screamed of Greg's willingness to put himself between Nick and anyone who could hurt him. That challenge had Greg's liquid gaze practically burning into Warrick, threatening him.
Normally, Warrick would have bristled, his own anger building and rising to the threat, but Warrick didn't feel any anger at Greg's stare. Instead, he lowered his eyes in submission. Greg was saying, “Don' judge Nick, he's still the same man. If you have to judge someone, judge me,” in every line of his body.
When he looked back, he understood where it had come from. Nick couldn't stay angry with Greg, not when the ex- labtech could light his entire world with a smile and a useless fact. Greg could be strong where Nick wasn't, he could let go when Nick couldn't, he could understand where no one else could. He was good for Nick.
Looking back on his own disastrous marriage to someone outside of their small family, Warrick knew that Nick and Greg would never find someone that could understand, that could accept them half as well as the other already had. With Nigel Crane, the lab explosion, the box, and Demetri James; no one, even on the night shift, could even comprehend what they had each gone though.
So yeah, Warrick accepted the relationship that had blossomed between his two friends.
Warrick raised his eyes to Greg's again; the challenge was still there, but so was a hint of pleading. Pleading for Warrick not to judge, to not make a big deal out of the situation. Warrick gave Greg a small, warm smile and nod before quietly backing out of the dark locker room.
Yeah, he accepted and encouraged what they found because if someone on the night shift deserved a happy ending, it was those two.
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A/N: So this is the last one guys! There will be more if and when the plots find me and get written. My next project is Live Free or Die Hard, John/Matt slash drabbles, and then hopefully after that I'll be able to finish my chaptered stories! Ok, so read and review please!
And consider this TO BE CONTINUED...