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Leggo My Greggo
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CSI › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult
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Category:
CSI › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
15
Views:
3,285
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.
First Thoughts
“First Thoughts”
Nick was walking out of the locker room, ready to report to the break room when he was joined by his fellow CSI, Warrick Brown.
“Hey Warrick. How was the game?”
“Oh, it was a jam! Celtics won big time, trounced the Lakers!”
“Yeah? How did the bets roll?” Warrick only raised an eyebrow in Nick's direction.
“What bets?” Nick opened his mouth to reply in a more sarcastic fashion when Grissom interrupted.
“Nicky, Warrick, I have assignments. Nicky, you and Cath have a male DB just off the strip in at a small club called The Green Fairy.” Grissom raised an eyebrow at the name. Nick only shrugged and took the offered slip of paper. Grissom looked down at the other slip of paper in his hand.
“Warrick, you and I have a reported car crash victim. The suspect was a drunk driver in another vehicle. The scene is over in...” But Grissom was interrupted by a stunning redhead.
“Sorry I'm late. Lindsey needed to be...” Nick broke Catherine's long- winded explanation.
“Don't worry Cath, you're with me.” Nick smiled and held out the slip of paper that held the details of their scene to the single mom.
“Alright guys, lets solve these cases.” But before everyone could clear away, Grissom piped in a final memo. “Oh and we have a new Head-of-DNA lab tech.”
Warrick nudged Nick, “Twenty says he doesn't last the night.” Nick opened his mouth the respond but once again Grissom cut in with an admonishing tone.
“Guys!... Play nice, huh?” They both reluctantly nodded, feeling a bit like scolded children than the CSIs they were, and left their separate ways.
~~~~
It was about halfway through the shift before Nick was even able to make it back to the lab and the last thing he heard when he walked down the hallways was loud, heavy metal “music” blaring through the glass walls. Following the source of peace- shattering, sinful taste in music, Nick quickly came upon the DNA lab and couldn't stop the “Hot Damn” that criss- crossed his thoughts.
Inside was a tall, lean brunette with wildly spiked hair and a loud neon- green t- shirt that had a black silhouette of Manson on the front. A grin spread across Nick's lips when the brunette took a running leap with his “air guitar” while still lip- screaming with the music.
Nick leaned inside the doorway slowly and hit the off- switch to the CD player that he recognized as the same one that had been sitting unused in the locker room for years. Immediately the glaringly loud music stopped, Nick thanked the nearest god for the stopped- assault on his ear drums, and the slender brunette whipped to face him. Nick barely held back the drool that threatened to escape his suddenly slackened jaw.
Chocolate brown eyes stared back at him with two parts cunning, four parts intelligence, and eleven parts unabashed mischievousness. Needless to say, Nick was hooked. Luckily he kept his cool in check and his jaw even further off the floor.
“I got something for you.” The tech's eyebrows rose and Nick suddenly realized that he did actually have something to be processed. The grin Nick got after passing over the matchbook from the club made his knees turn to jello. The slender tech snapped on some gloves, startling Nick's attention from the boyishly handsome features to what his hands; very fine hands; were working on.
A swab was taken from the blood off the matchbook, added to a test tube, along with a few drops of solution, before being put into a machine. After pressing a few buttons, the tech returned to the counter and the evidence situated between them. Those long, slender fingers picked up the matchbook and chocolate eyes studied it closely.
“The Green Fairy, huh?” Nick swallowed hard at the low, rich voice, but managed to nod anyway.
“Yeah, that's the name of the club where the vic was shot at.” Immediately, Nick mentally beat himself over the head. 'Gah, Idiot! How obvious was that conclusion, judging from the smears of blood across the cover.'
But the tech didn't condescend him. No, the brown eyes only looked back with a spark of playfulness.
“Did you know that The Green Fairy actually refers to an alcoholic drink? Absinthe. Yeah it's popular in Europe, but its illegal here because when you drink it you supposedly hallucinate so badly that you see green fairies. That's how it got its name.”
Nick blinked, “Is that true?”
The tech just shrugged and let out a cheerful, “I'm full of useless facts.” before the machine holding Nick's sample beeped and the tech stepped over to said machine to retrieve the results. He then handed over to Nick before grinning.
“You'll have to come back.” At Nick's questioning expression, the tech continued, his grin large enough to light all of Vegas for the night.
“I'll need something to compare it to.” Nick grinned back and stuck out a hand.
“Nick Stokes.”
“Greg Sanders.” And Greg took his hand, still grinning, but a little impishly this time.
“I'll see you in a bit, Greggo.” Greg's grin just widened even further.
~~~~
To say that Greg was happy to be in Vegas would be an understatement, a vast one. He liked his boss, Grissom. The entomologist was scary, but still interesting. Greg was getting along with his fellow lab rats, he and Jacquelyn criticized Cosmo over break, and Archie already owed him five bucks. He could blast his music and rock out as long as the CSIs got their stuff. He could easily flirt and no one got offended and best of all?
A certain CSI Nick Stokes worked here. And! Greg had him coming back again! And! Greg'd get to see that nice body, gorgeous smile, perfect ass, and not to mention the drop- dead- sexy Texan accent!
*Oh, swoon!*
Yeah, Greg really liked it in Vegas.
~~~~~
Thank you for all my reviews so far! I love to hear all your comments!
Nick was walking out of the locker room, ready to report to the break room when he was joined by his fellow CSI, Warrick Brown.
“Hey Warrick. How was the game?”
“Oh, it was a jam! Celtics won big time, trounced the Lakers!”
“Yeah? How did the bets roll?” Warrick only raised an eyebrow in Nick's direction.
“What bets?” Nick opened his mouth to reply in a more sarcastic fashion when Grissom interrupted.
“Nicky, Warrick, I have assignments. Nicky, you and Cath have a male DB just off the strip in at a small club called The Green Fairy.” Grissom raised an eyebrow at the name. Nick only shrugged and took the offered slip of paper. Grissom looked down at the other slip of paper in his hand.
“Warrick, you and I have a reported car crash victim. The suspect was a drunk driver in another vehicle. The scene is over in...” But Grissom was interrupted by a stunning redhead.
“Sorry I'm late. Lindsey needed to be...” Nick broke Catherine's long- winded explanation.
“Don't worry Cath, you're with me.” Nick smiled and held out the slip of paper that held the details of their scene to the single mom.
“Alright guys, lets solve these cases.” But before everyone could clear away, Grissom piped in a final memo. “Oh and we have a new Head-of-DNA lab tech.”
Warrick nudged Nick, “Twenty says he doesn't last the night.” Nick opened his mouth the respond but once again Grissom cut in with an admonishing tone.
“Guys!... Play nice, huh?” They both reluctantly nodded, feeling a bit like scolded children than the CSIs they were, and left their separate ways.
~~~~
It was about halfway through the shift before Nick was even able to make it back to the lab and the last thing he heard when he walked down the hallways was loud, heavy metal “music” blaring through the glass walls. Following the source of peace- shattering, sinful taste in music, Nick quickly came upon the DNA lab and couldn't stop the “Hot Damn” that criss- crossed his thoughts.
Inside was a tall, lean brunette with wildly spiked hair and a loud neon- green t- shirt that had a black silhouette of Manson on the front. A grin spread across Nick's lips when the brunette took a running leap with his “air guitar” while still lip- screaming with the music.
Nick leaned inside the doorway slowly and hit the off- switch to the CD player that he recognized as the same one that had been sitting unused in the locker room for years. Immediately the glaringly loud music stopped, Nick thanked the nearest god for the stopped- assault on his ear drums, and the slender brunette whipped to face him. Nick barely held back the drool that threatened to escape his suddenly slackened jaw.
Chocolate brown eyes stared back at him with two parts cunning, four parts intelligence, and eleven parts unabashed mischievousness. Needless to say, Nick was hooked. Luckily he kept his cool in check and his jaw even further off the floor.
“I got something for you.” The tech's eyebrows rose and Nick suddenly realized that he did actually have something to be processed. The grin Nick got after passing over the matchbook from the club made his knees turn to jello. The slender tech snapped on some gloves, startling Nick's attention from the boyishly handsome features to what his hands; very fine hands; were working on.
A swab was taken from the blood off the matchbook, added to a test tube, along with a few drops of solution, before being put into a machine. After pressing a few buttons, the tech returned to the counter and the evidence situated between them. Those long, slender fingers picked up the matchbook and chocolate eyes studied it closely.
“The Green Fairy, huh?” Nick swallowed hard at the low, rich voice, but managed to nod anyway.
“Yeah, that's the name of the club where the vic was shot at.” Immediately, Nick mentally beat himself over the head. 'Gah, Idiot! How obvious was that conclusion, judging from the smears of blood across the cover.'
But the tech didn't condescend him. No, the brown eyes only looked back with a spark of playfulness.
“Did you know that The Green Fairy actually refers to an alcoholic drink? Absinthe. Yeah it's popular in Europe, but its illegal here because when you drink it you supposedly hallucinate so badly that you see green fairies. That's how it got its name.”
Nick blinked, “Is that true?”
The tech just shrugged and let out a cheerful, “I'm full of useless facts.” before the machine holding Nick's sample beeped and the tech stepped over to said machine to retrieve the results. He then handed over to Nick before grinning.
“You'll have to come back.” At Nick's questioning expression, the tech continued, his grin large enough to light all of Vegas for the night.
“I'll need something to compare it to.” Nick grinned back and stuck out a hand.
“Nick Stokes.”
“Greg Sanders.” And Greg took his hand, still grinning, but a little impishly this time.
“I'll see you in a bit, Greggo.” Greg's grin just widened even further.
~~~~
To say that Greg was happy to be in Vegas would be an understatement, a vast one. He liked his boss, Grissom. The entomologist was scary, but still interesting. Greg was getting along with his fellow lab rats, he and Jacquelyn criticized Cosmo over break, and Archie already owed him five bucks. He could blast his music and rock out as long as the CSIs got their stuff. He could easily flirt and no one got offended and best of all?
A certain CSI Nick Stokes worked here. And! Greg had him coming back again! And! Greg'd get to see that nice body, gorgeous smile, perfect ass, and not to mention the drop- dead- sexy Texan accent!
*Oh, swoon!*
Yeah, Greg really liked it in Vegas.
~~~~~
Thank you for all my reviews so far! I love to hear all your comments!