Bits and Pieces of CSI

Title: Fluff

Fandom: CSI

Characters/Pairing: Nick/Greg

Requested by: DuoChanFan

Word Count: 723

Warnings: Nothing

AN: I loved writing this! It was just so much fun and I’m glad I had the chance to write this. So I hope you enjoy some fluffy fluff!

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Groaning as he laid back against the pillows that Nick had set up for him, Greg sighed and melted. Nick just shook his head and stroked a hand through carefully washed hair before checking the binding around his ribs.

“Remind me why I wanted to go into the field?” he asked as Nick moved to the small coffee and drink station that he had set up in his master bedroom. Nick liked having a tea first thing after waking up or going to bed. He loved to lounge on the couch while watching the sun either rise or set, depending on if they were coming home or getting up for the night.

Nick chuckled as he poured water into the carafe of their single cup maker, enough for two cups of whatever before putting a pod of hot chocolate into the pod holder. Closing it, he set a mug under it with exactly seven mini marshmallows and started it. “Because it’s a slightly better pay grade past level one, you’re allowed to play in the lab if you’re not needed out in the field, and because you like doing the field?” he asked in a teasing manner.

Greg pouted at him. “I hope you stocked up on things to eat because I won’t be able to cook for the next month, much less anything else,” he warned.

Nick chuckled again. “Don’t worry about it. Sarah agreed to watch over you since she’s working swing shifts and doesn’t get off until an hour after I have to go in,” he said. Greg hummed and took the cup of cocoa with a happy sigh. “I’ve been assured that you’ll be fine for a couple of hours on your own until someone is here to help. Once the next two weeks go past, you’ll be able to do shit on your own for the most part but I’ll still swing by when I can. I did buy a bunch of easy food that you like though.”

“You bought me my veggie burgers and fake chicken?” Greg asked, voice surprised. “You try hard to avoid the store that carries that shit,” he said.

Nick sat down by the bed in one of the large chairs that usually sat in their reading area along with a overly large loveseat with a roll of his eyes. “I want you to be able to eat something if I can’t make you something before I leave. And to have lunch options. Got you burgers, those ‘chicken’ patties, nuggets. Some of those enchilada meals that you like so much. Various chimichangas. And I loaded up the delivery card for you when you don’t feel like something like that. Sarah said she’d just bring her own food over since she would be here for most of the night.”

“That’s fine,” Greg hummed, smiling softly at his partner and friend. If someone had told him that a year ago he would be with Nick, happy and content, switching houses every so often, he would have stared at them like they had lost their mind while reaching for a phone to call the ‘happy-hug-myself’ people. But here he was, going in on nearly eight months of happy relationship with the other man and thinking about inviting the other to move in fully and see how they worked.

They already lived in each other’s pockets as it was, so it wouldn’t be hard.

“Want your lap desk and stuff?” Nick asked, getting a nod with a smile. He set up the lap desk over Greg’s legs, and plugged in his laptop for him before placing his phone and his tablet close by, sitting with his own lap desk and laptop. The two settled in, Greg working on a few informational reports for some lawyers on a couple of the cases he had worked on before his pain killers kicked in.

He made a sound of discomfort when he was moved to lay back slightly propped up but went back to sleep, missing Nick’s fond look as he went to take a shower and start some dinner. He knew that in few hours, Greg would wake up and be hungry. He always was when he had to take something strong.

Maybe he could live with veggie burgers but he was going to drown his in A1 sauce.