Leggo My Greggo
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Category:
CSI › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
15
Views:
3,286
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.
Leggo my Greggo
“Leggo my Greggo”
Archy had a family emergency. He'd be gone for a week. So they hired a replacement. So far, five days had passed. Five long, torturous days
It wasn't that Archy's sub, a thirty- something guy that went by the name Tad Anderson, didn't know what he was doing.
No, he was quite efficient and quick... when he was actually in the A/V lab. And here we came to the reason why a certain Nick Stokes was counting the very seconds until Archy returned. Because when Tad Anderson, ... it was such a plain, boring name anyway..., wasn't in the A/V lab he was across the hallway... in DNA... flirting with a slender, wacky lab rat that answered to the name Greg Sanders.
Now, Nick was normally a very fair, friendly, and accepting guy, who was eager to please and eager to make new friends and acquaintances, but this... this... Tad Anderson... Nick just couldn't hold back the sneers and rude dismissiveness. He had actually been acting like Hodges for the last three days, much to the amusement of his co- workers.
At first, Nick had been baffled by his own behavior, but when this Tad guy actually had the nerve to ask Greg out to breakfast... well, Nick had lost it. Thursday mornings were reserved for a breakfast run to Maria's Kitchen with the team. How DARE this guy try to interfere! The growl had erupted from Nick's mouth before he could stop it.
Greg had only shot Nick a questioning look and politely declined, saying that his Thursday mornings were already booked. And Nick had relaxed and just marinated in the glare that Ted shot him.
'Hahaha... MINE!'
THAT thought had set Nick back on his ass. There was no reason for Nick to feel at all possessive over Greg unless... another quick glance at the smile Greg beamed him and Nick could have just whacked himself across the forehead with a two- by- four.
He and Greg had been dancing around each other for years and it took a substitute lab tech for Nick to realize the depth of his feelings for his Greggo.
Nick had come to that conclusion three days ago. Three long, tortuous days. And if Ted dared touch his Greggo one more time...
Nick had to force himself to unclench his teeth and uncurl his fists when Ted caressed, Nick's lab rat's arm. He felt guilty... really he did. He and Warrick had what must have been a billion little shreds of paper to piece together, but in his defense, how was Nick supposed to concentrate when his “G” was being hit on... right in plain sight!
Nick tried to focus back on the paper shreds in front of him... really... he did, but when Ted's hand moved to Greg's waist...
Nick was out of his chair in seconds because all he saw was Greg pulling back and trying to laugh his way out of the uncomfortable situation as Ted advanced further. What he didn't see was Warrick's knowing smirk, Sara covering her mouth, trying to smother her giggles, and Catherine shaking her head. He vaguely heard Hodges' snickers, but he hardly mattered anyway.
What mattered was Greg's look of relief when Nick walked into the DNA lab and if Nick's mind wasn't in such a one- track state he would have found it amusing to see those chocolate- brown eyes widen, almost comically so as Nick continued to stalk toward him.
Brushing roughly past an indignant Ted to wrap a possessive hand around his lab tech's narrow wrist, Nick gave a sharp tug that pulled Greg flush up against him. Nick felt the shiver run through the slender body in his arms, followed closely by the shuddered breath as Nick lowered his lips to Greg's to pour all the passion, longing, and love he could into the kiss before it ended. It nearly sent Nick reeling when Greg arched into Nick and kissed back just as heatedly.
Gasping, Greg pulled back just enough to mutter against Nick's lips.
“What? No 'Leggo my Greggo', Nicky?”
Nick let out a short bark of genuine breathlessly happy laughter before tangling a hand in the soft hair of his lab rat and pulled him back in.
Ted Anderson could only look on gap- mouthed at the two in front of him. Luckily, CSI Warrick Brown came to his aid by way of an explanation and a nonchalant shrug.
“Hey, what can I say... Leggo his Greggo.”
Archy had a family emergency. He'd be gone for a week. So they hired a replacement. So far, five days had passed. Five long, torturous days
It wasn't that Archy's sub, a thirty- something guy that went by the name Tad Anderson, didn't know what he was doing.
No, he was quite efficient and quick... when he was actually in the A/V lab. And here we came to the reason why a certain Nick Stokes was counting the very seconds until Archy returned. Because when Tad Anderson, ... it was such a plain, boring name anyway..., wasn't in the A/V lab he was across the hallway... in DNA... flirting with a slender, wacky lab rat that answered to the name Greg Sanders.
Now, Nick was normally a very fair, friendly, and accepting guy, who was eager to please and eager to make new friends and acquaintances, but this... this... Tad Anderson... Nick just couldn't hold back the sneers and rude dismissiveness. He had actually been acting like Hodges for the last three days, much to the amusement of his co- workers.
At first, Nick had been baffled by his own behavior, but when this Tad guy actually had the nerve to ask Greg out to breakfast... well, Nick had lost it. Thursday mornings were reserved for a breakfast run to Maria's Kitchen with the team. How DARE this guy try to interfere! The growl had erupted from Nick's mouth before he could stop it.
Greg had only shot Nick a questioning look and politely declined, saying that his Thursday mornings were already booked. And Nick had relaxed and just marinated in the glare that Ted shot him.
'Hahaha... MINE!'
THAT thought had set Nick back on his ass. There was no reason for Nick to feel at all possessive over Greg unless... another quick glance at the smile Greg beamed him and Nick could have just whacked himself across the forehead with a two- by- four.
He and Greg had been dancing around each other for years and it took a substitute lab tech for Nick to realize the depth of his feelings for his Greggo.
Nick had come to that conclusion three days ago. Three long, tortuous days. And if Ted dared touch his Greggo one more time...
Nick had to force himself to unclench his teeth and uncurl his fists when Ted caressed, Nick's lab rat's arm. He felt guilty... really he did. He and Warrick had what must have been a billion little shreds of paper to piece together, but in his defense, how was Nick supposed to concentrate when his “G” was being hit on... right in plain sight!
Nick tried to focus back on the paper shreds in front of him... really... he did, but when Ted's hand moved to Greg's waist...
Nick was out of his chair in seconds because all he saw was Greg pulling back and trying to laugh his way out of the uncomfortable situation as Ted advanced further. What he didn't see was Warrick's knowing smirk, Sara covering her mouth, trying to smother her giggles, and Catherine shaking her head. He vaguely heard Hodges' snickers, but he hardly mattered anyway.
What mattered was Greg's look of relief when Nick walked into the DNA lab and if Nick's mind wasn't in such a one- track state he would have found it amusing to see those chocolate- brown eyes widen, almost comically so as Nick continued to stalk toward him.
Brushing roughly past an indignant Ted to wrap a possessive hand around his lab tech's narrow wrist, Nick gave a sharp tug that pulled Greg flush up against him. Nick felt the shiver run through the slender body in his arms, followed closely by the shuddered breath as Nick lowered his lips to Greg's to pour all the passion, longing, and love he could into the kiss before it ended. It nearly sent Nick reeling when Greg arched into Nick and kissed back just as heatedly.
Gasping, Greg pulled back just enough to mutter against Nick's lips.
“What? No 'Leggo my Greggo', Nicky?”
Nick let out a short bark of genuine breathlessly happy laughter before tangling a hand in the soft hair of his lab rat and pulled him back in.
Ted Anderson could only look on gap- mouthed at the two in front of him. Luckily, CSI Warrick Brown came to his aid by way of an explanation and a nonchalant shrug.
“Hey, what can I say... Leggo his Greggo.”