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Leggo My Greggo
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Category:
CSI › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
15
Views:
3,294
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own CSI, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Kiss, Kiss. Bang, Bang
“Kiss, Kiss. Bang, Bang”
It was a spring break week, so naturally both the heat and the population of Vegas grew. And because of that, the murders far out- numbered the CSIs.
Sighing, CSI Nick Stokes reclined back in the sofa in the break room of the crime lab. The last few nights had been brutal, he was looking forward to his day off tomorrow. Warrick walked in with a wary, 'Hey, Nick' that sounded just as deadbeat as Nick felt. Nick could only grunt his response as Catherine joined them looking fresh and awake after her day off.
“Hey boys, what'd we get?” Nick just shrugged, leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Warrick continued off where Nick had “started”.
“Dunno. Grissom hasn't been in here. He got a page earlier, so it could have something to do with...” But Warrick trailed off when he spotted their boss and another guy, a kid really, walking in their direction.
The kid was tall, slender, and was dressed in loose jeans, a black and pink Marilyn Manson t- shirt, and had his hair spiked in a chaotic mess. He was motioning animately with his arms while Warrick's boss looked on with interest and a hint of amusement. It was clear they knew each other and if Grissom was actually listening to the kid, well... Warrick didn't actually know what this observation meant. Grissom usually only participated in a conversation if it was related to a case... or his precious insects. Warrick only hoped that this kid wasn't another bug fanatic.
~~~
Nick opened his eyes and followed both Warrick's and Catherine's stares,and then tried not to drool. Nick couldn't help but trace the confident lines of the slender body; following the long legs all the way up to the delectable- looking neck, radiant smile, smart brown eyes, and spiked and dyed brown hair.
Grissom muttered something to the; Nick let himself be quite frank here; beautiful young man, which earned the entomologist a beaming smile that Nick yearned to see aimed his way, and then a friendly jest if the sparkle in those brown eyes was anything to go by.
Grissom continued toward the break room, his body occasionally blocking Nick's rather spectacular view of the playfully smirking man just watching the Senior CSI walk away. But just as Grissom entered the break room, Nick's eyes caught on liquid brown as the younger man licked his lips, winked at Nick, and then smirked before turning and walking away.
Nick really, really wondered why his feet weren't moving when his mind was screaming at him to run after the playful young man.
Grissom waved off Warrick and Catherine's fired questions over the kid's identity.
“He's a student I met last summer at a seminar. Now here are your cases... Catherine, you and Nick have the 419 in...”
That's how Nick's day went before he was able to slip into bed and finally get more than two hours of shut eye.
He woke up mid- afternoon, refreshed and achingly hard. Warm brown eyes, a playful, naughty smirk, and the man's lithe body kept Nick... ehhmm, up the whole night.
Deciding that the best coarse of action was to shower... in cold water and head to the bank before hitting the Strip to get an early start on the numerous birthdays of his nieces and nephews. Nick walked out of the house with quite the spring in his step and a vague and somewhat dire hope to see the young man that had so easily entered his thoughts and dreams with just a wink and smile. After all, isn't the Strip the most popular spot for tourists? What better place for a college kid on spring break to be? Right? Nick prayed so.
Nick walked into the bank and headed toward one of the tellers. He handed her a withdrawal form, turned, and leaned his weight on his hip against the counter top. Casually folding his arms across his chest, Nick glanced around, gave a friendly, close- lipped smile to a mother and her two kids and slid his eyes over to the guy standing at the ATM. Long legs, narrow hips, muscular back, spiky hair... Nick blinked, then grinned when the tantalizing vision didn't disappear.
Well, that was easy. Nick sent a mental 'thank- you' to the man upstairs while he continued enjoying his view. Nick couldn't stop his grin from widening as he watched the gorgeous man turn around. He waited with baited breath while he pocketed his receipt and looked up. Nick almost swooned when recognition shot through those brown eyes and a grin spread across the young man's lips... this time aimed directly at Nick.
The teller tapped Nick on the shoulder to hand him his money and Nick very, very reluctantly took his eyes off captivating brown, turned, and suddenly chaos broke erupted out.
Three guys dressed in solid black burst through the front doors. People screamed and ducked down, Nick spun around, instinctively reaching for the gun on his hip, immediately had three guns pointing right back at him.
Swearing softly, Nick forced himself to raise his hands away from his gun holster. A slow clapping filled the air and Nick clenched his jaw when the only unmasked gunman walked forward. Maloney. A suspect in one of Nick's old homicide cases. The guy had walked, his attorney claiming insufficient evidence.
“Very good, CSI Stokes.” Maloney motioned one of his guys forward and Nick had choke himself back to not throw a punch when the henchman took his piece. A loud clatter turned everyone's attention to a fourth guy dressed in black, trying to hold onto his struggling captive.
Henchman #4, as Nick had started naming them, had his face covered with a ski mask, but Nick did recognize the captive. It was the young man Nick had become obsessed with as of late; the quirky, beautiful college kid. The kid was trying his hardest to break his captor's hold, to give him credit, but Henchman #4 out- sized him by a good four inches and sixty pounds.
Plus with one thick arm across his throat, and his wrists restrained, the kid had to not only fight against his captor, he had to fight against being strangled.
“I found this,” Henchman #4 came to a stop in front of Maloney, only further tightening his grip around the kid's throat. And as if he heard Nick's thoughts and prayers, the kid submitted and stopped struggling.
“Did anyone get away?” Maloney growled out. Henchman #4 shrugged.
“Just some woman, and her two brats.” Maloney stepped into the kid's space with an evil grin.
“What's your name, kid?”
The kid glared before spitting out a very sarcastic, “Holmes. Sherlock Holmes.”
Maloney bellowed out a fake laugh, but Nick saw the ugly glint in the sadists' eyes. The kid's jaw tightened in defiance. A loud crack had Nick surging forward, but was immediately intercepted by Henchman #2 and #3. Maloney's backhand left a sharp red imprint on the younger man's cheek, and the only sounds in the suddenly silent bank were two separate growls; one angry and one protective.
~~~
'Now why would Nick Stokes lose his cool over this scrap of human? Though the kid did look stunning with a welted hand- print marking up his face and defiance in his eyes.' Maloney turned his head in the direction of a very pissed off CSI Stokes to watch the man's reaction as he slid his palms down the front of the kid's thighs, grabbing a quick grope and ignoring the kid's flinch before he slid them around to the kid's ass. Finding the lump he was after, Maloney slid his hand into the kid's right back pocket; invading any semblance of personal space the kid still had after being manhandled and practically suffocated, and retrieved the soft, leather wallet he'd been after.
At the sound of two safeties clicking off, Maloney looked up. Johnson and Mallory both had their guns cocked to Stokes head and as Maloney stepped away, he filed the CSI's reaction away for future reference. Flipping open the wallet, Maloney came across a Stanford student ID. In a loud stage whisper, Maloney introduced their brave young friend.
“Ah, here we go. Stanford Senior, Greg Sanders. Long way from home, aren't you?”
The kid just glared.
“Do you want to be a hero, Greg? Do you want to be a martyr? Because with one bullet,” Maloney cocked his gun at the kid's forehead and clicked off the safety, “you can be.”
“Leave him alone, Maloney!” Stokes shouted as Johnson jammed his gun to the CSI's head, but that didn't break the Texan's eye contact with Maloney.
And then Maloney saw it. Maloney saw CSI Nicholas Stokes' big weakness. The kid; it seemed that Nick Stokes had fallen hard for the kid. Maloney grinned; how quaint and unfortunate... for the kid because he was about to become collateral damage.
“Alright, Nick, I'll leave him be. In fact, you can babysit him,” with that Maloney stepped back, grabbed a fistful of Greg Sanders' shirt and shoved him Stokes' direction, “But just in case...”
~~~
He was finally out of Maloney's slimy clutches and headed toward Nick. But in the background, Nick saw Maloney raise his gun and heard the snide, “But just in case Mr. Sanders decides to get any more clever ideas...” just before the gun shot drowned out everything else. A blossom of red erupted on Greg's right shoulder, close to his collarbone and the young man staggered, before falling right into Nick's arms.
As Nick sank to the floor with Greg wrapped tightly in his arms, his world narrowed down to focus only on the wounded man finally in his arms. He didn't see Maloney spin around only to be shot down himself, he didn't see the police swarming in and handcuffing Henchman one through four, he didn't heard the sirens, see the flashing lights, or see the paramedics rush in. All Nick could see were the drooping, pain- filled, brown eyes; all he could feel was the soft skin as he brushed away tears; all he could hear was the shallow breaths of the man he had fallen for at first sight.
But Nick's world suddenly expanded when the paramedics picked Greg up out of his arms and Nick was simultaneously blinded and deafened by the lights and sirens. He must have stood there with a helpless, lost look on his face for five minutes before Grissom got to him.
“Nicky, are you hurt? You've got blood on you.” Nick looked down, enthralled by his once gray A&M t- shirt soaked in dark red blood.
“...Greg...” was all Nick could get out. Grissom's responses cut in and out of the fog that clouded his mind.
“He's... the hospital... be okay.” Nick could only nod blankly.
~~~
Nick went to visit once, but Greg was still unconscious and the second time, Greg was gone. Feeling overwhelmingly disappointed and worried, Nick trudged back to work with a mopey stride and a downcast mood. After clocking in, Nick slowly made his way to Grissom's office. The door was open, but the salt and pepper haired man was talking to someone... someone with spiky hair. Nick's heart soared. Grissom noticed him in the door and gave him a 'one- minute' gesture before both men rose and shook each other's hand.
“Congratulations, Greg. I wish you the very best.” With that said, Nick's boss walked out the door with only an encouraging pat to Nick's shoulder and a quick, “You'll be working the case with me when you're done.”
The tall, slender form rose and Nick noticed the sling around his right shoulder. Gracefully sidestepping the chair, the man that Nick had fallen head over heels in love with, turned and lite Nick's entire galaxy with a blinding smile. Nick couldn't stop himself from grinning back, especially when the other man took several swaying steps toward him, the look in the brown eyes sultry.
Nick met him halfway; and only realized it when he was cupping the younger man's jaw and laying claim to those inviting lips... finally. Nick felt like he was flying and all too soon felt the soft lips pull away just enough to whisper.
“I don't believe we've actually met. Greg Sanders.” Nick smiled, his lips and breath ghosting over Greg's.
“Nick Stokes.”
Greg smiled and gave him a quick kiss, that somehow still lingered on Nick's lips, and stepped slowly out of Nick's arms. Nick opened his eyes, pleased to find the younger man smiling gently, almost shyly.
“I'd love to continue this; I really, really would, but my flight is leaving soon.” Nick opened his mouth, immediately ready to protest, but Greg laid a slender finger against his lips.
“I have a few months left at Stanford and then I'll be back. Grissom offered me the Head DNA Labtech position.”
Nick gave a breathlessly happy laugh and pulled Greg in his arms for an intimate hug, which Greg returned in full. Tightening his arms around the narrow waist, Nick turned his head enough to whisper a bit huskily in the younger man's ear.
“So our next kiss is going to have to last several months.”
A shiver ran through the body in Nick's arms and he couldn't help but smirk. Greg was sensitive in all the right ways. Greg pulled his head back and met Nick in a soul- searing, almost desperate kiss. After what seemed like only seconds, Greg pulled back and buried his head underneath Nick's chin. Nick just tightened his hold.
They'd see each other soon, only a few short months really, but that didn't stop them from making Grissom wait in the car and making Greg late to his plane. Not that it mattered; it wasn't likely that they'd forget their soulmate anytime in this life... or the next.
AN: Sorry guys, but I just love a Greg in danger! I just can't help it!
It was a spring break week, so naturally both the heat and the population of Vegas grew. And because of that, the murders far out- numbered the CSIs.
Sighing, CSI Nick Stokes reclined back in the sofa in the break room of the crime lab. The last few nights had been brutal, he was looking forward to his day off tomorrow. Warrick walked in with a wary, 'Hey, Nick' that sounded just as deadbeat as Nick felt. Nick could only grunt his response as Catherine joined them looking fresh and awake after her day off.
“Hey boys, what'd we get?” Nick just shrugged, leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Warrick continued off where Nick had “started”.
“Dunno. Grissom hasn't been in here. He got a page earlier, so it could have something to do with...” But Warrick trailed off when he spotted their boss and another guy, a kid really, walking in their direction.
The kid was tall, slender, and was dressed in loose jeans, a black and pink Marilyn Manson t- shirt, and had his hair spiked in a chaotic mess. He was motioning animately with his arms while Warrick's boss looked on with interest and a hint of amusement. It was clear they knew each other and if Grissom was actually listening to the kid, well... Warrick didn't actually know what this observation meant. Grissom usually only participated in a conversation if it was related to a case... or his precious insects. Warrick only hoped that this kid wasn't another bug fanatic.
~~~
Nick opened his eyes and followed both Warrick's and Catherine's stares,and then tried not to drool. Nick couldn't help but trace the confident lines of the slender body; following the long legs all the way up to the delectable- looking neck, radiant smile, smart brown eyes, and spiked and dyed brown hair.
Grissom muttered something to the; Nick let himself be quite frank here; beautiful young man, which earned the entomologist a beaming smile that Nick yearned to see aimed his way, and then a friendly jest if the sparkle in those brown eyes was anything to go by.
Grissom continued toward the break room, his body occasionally blocking Nick's rather spectacular view of the playfully smirking man just watching the Senior CSI walk away. But just as Grissom entered the break room, Nick's eyes caught on liquid brown as the younger man licked his lips, winked at Nick, and then smirked before turning and walking away.
Nick really, really wondered why his feet weren't moving when his mind was screaming at him to run after the playful young man.
Grissom waved off Warrick and Catherine's fired questions over the kid's identity.
“He's a student I met last summer at a seminar. Now here are your cases... Catherine, you and Nick have the 419 in...”
That's how Nick's day went before he was able to slip into bed and finally get more than two hours of shut eye.
He woke up mid- afternoon, refreshed and achingly hard. Warm brown eyes, a playful, naughty smirk, and the man's lithe body kept Nick... ehhmm, up the whole night.
Deciding that the best coarse of action was to shower... in cold water and head to the bank before hitting the Strip to get an early start on the numerous birthdays of his nieces and nephews. Nick walked out of the house with quite the spring in his step and a vague and somewhat dire hope to see the young man that had so easily entered his thoughts and dreams with just a wink and smile. After all, isn't the Strip the most popular spot for tourists? What better place for a college kid on spring break to be? Right? Nick prayed so.
Nick walked into the bank and headed toward one of the tellers. He handed her a withdrawal form, turned, and leaned his weight on his hip against the counter top. Casually folding his arms across his chest, Nick glanced around, gave a friendly, close- lipped smile to a mother and her two kids and slid his eyes over to the guy standing at the ATM. Long legs, narrow hips, muscular back, spiky hair... Nick blinked, then grinned when the tantalizing vision didn't disappear.
Well, that was easy. Nick sent a mental 'thank- you' to the man upstairs while he continued enjoying his view. Nick couldn't stop his grin from widening as he watched the gorgeous man turn around. He waited with baited breath while he pocketed his receipt and looked up. Nick almost swooned when recognition shot through those brown eyes and a grin spread across the young man's lips... this time aimed directly at Nick.
The teller tapped Nick on the shoulder to hand him his money and Nick very, very reluctantly took his eyes off captivating brown, turned, and suddenly chaos broke erupted out.
Three guys dressed in solid black burst through the front doors. People screamed and ducked down, Nick spun around, instinctively reaching for the gun on his hip, immediately had three guns pointing right back at him.
Swearing softly, Nick forced himself to raise his hands away from his gun holster. A slow clapping filled the air and Nick clenched his jaw when the only unmasked gunman walked forward. Maloney. A suspect in one of Nick's old homicide cases. The guy had walked, his attorney claiming insufficient evidence.
“Very good, CSI Stokes.” Maloney motioned one of his guys forward and Nick had choke himself back to not throw a punch when the henchman took his piece. A loud clatter turned everyone's attention to a fourth guy dressed in black, trying to hold onto his struggling captive.
Henchman #4, as Nick had started naming them, had his face covered with a ski mask, but Nick did recognize the captive. It was the young man Nick had become obsessed with as of late; the quirky, beautiful college kid. The kid was trying his hardest to break his captor's hold, to give him credit, but Henchman #4 out- sized him by a good four inches and sixty pounds.
Plus with one thick arm across his throat, and his wrists restrained, the kid had to not only fight against his captor, he had to fight against being strangled.
“I found this,” Henchman #4 came to a stop in front of Maloney, only further tightening his grip around the kid's throat. And as if he heard Nick's thoughts and prayers, the kid submitted and stopped struggling.
“Did anyone get away?” Maloney growled out. Henchman #4 shrugged.
“Just some woman, and her two brats.” Maloney stepped into the kid's space with an evil grin.
“What's your name, kid?”
The kid glared before spitting out a very sarcastic, “Holmes. Sherlock Holmes.”
Maloney bellowed out a fake laugh, but Nick saw the ugly glint in the sadists' eyes. The kid's jaw tightened in defiance. A loud crack had Nick surging forward, but was immediately intercepted by Henchman #2 and #3. Maloney's backhand left a sharp red imprint on the younger man's cheek, and the only sounds in the suddenly silent bank were two separate growls; one angry and one protective.
~~~
'Now why would Nick Stokes lose his cool over this scrap of human? Though the kid did look stunning with a welted hand- print marking up his face and defiance in his eyes.' Maloney turned his head in the direction of a very pissed off CSI Stokes to watch the man's reaction as he slid his palms down the front of the kid's thighs, grabbing a quick grope and ignoring the kid's flinch before he slid them around to the kid's ass. Finding the lump he was after, Maloney slid his hand into the kid's right back pocket; invading any semblance of personal space the kid still had after being manhandled and practically suffocated, and retrieved the soft, leather wallet he'd been after.
At the sound of two safeties clicking off, Maloney looked up. Johnson and Mallory both had their guns cocked to Stokes head and as Maloney stepped away, he filed the CSI's reaction away for future reference. Flipping open the wallet, Maloney came across a Stanford student ID. In a loud stage whisper, Maloney introduced their brave young friend.
“Ah, here we go. Stanford Senior, Greg Sanders. Long way from home, aren't you?”
The kid just glared.
“Do you want to be a hero, Greg? Do you want to be a martyr? Because with one bullet,” Maloney cocked his gun at the kid's forehead and clicked off the safety, “you can be.”
“Leave him alone, Maloney!” Stokes shouted as Johnson jammed his gun to the CSI's head, but that didn't break the Texan's eye contact with Maloney.
And then Maloney saw it. Maloney saw CSI Nicholas Stokes' big weakness. The kid; it seemed that Nick Stokes had fallen hard for the kid. Maloney grinned; how quaint and unfortunate... for the kid because he was about to become collateral damage.
“Alright, Nick, I'll leave him be. In fact, you can babysit him,” with that Maloney stepped back, grabbed a fistful of Greg Sanders' shirt and shoved him Stokes' direction, “But just in case...”
~~~
He was finally out of Maloney's slimy clutches and headed toward Nick. But in the background, Nick saw Maloney raise his gun and heard the snide, “But just in case Mr. Sanders decides to get any more clever ideas...” just before the gun shot drowned out everything else. A blossom of red erupted on Greg's right shoulder, close to his collarbone and the young man staggered, before falling right into Nick's arms.
As Nick sank to the floor with Greg wrapped tightly in his arms, his world narrowed down to focus only on the wounded man finally in his arms. He didn't see Maloney spin around only to be shot down himself, he didn't see the police swarming in and handcuffing Henchman one through four, he didn't heard the sirens, see the flashing lights, or see the paramedics rush in. All Nick could see were the drooping, pain- filled, brown eyes; all he could feel was the soft skin as he brushed away tears; all he could hear was the shallow breaths of the man he had fallen for at first sight.
But Nick's world suddenly expanded when the paramedics picked Greg up out of his arms and Nick was simultaneously blinded and deafened by the lights and sirens. He must have stood there with a helpless, lost look on his face for five minutes before Grissom got to him.
“Nicky, are you hurt? You've got blood on you.” Nick looked down, enthralled by his once gray A&M t- shirt soaked in dark red blood.
“...Greg...” was all Nick could get out. Grissom's responses cut in and out of the fog that clouded his mind.
“He's... the hospital... be okay.” Nick could only nod blankly.
~~~
Nick went to visit once, but Greg was still unconscious and the second time, Greg was gone. Feeling overwhelmingly disappointed and worried, Nick trudged back to work with a mopey stride and a downcast mood. After clocking in, Nick slowly made his way to Grissom's office. The door was open, but the salt and pepper haired man was talking to someone... someone with spiky hair. Nick's heart soared. Grissom noticed him in the door and gave him a 'one- minute' gesture before both men rose and shook each other's hand.
“Congratulations, Greg. I wish you the very best.” With that said, Nick's boss walked out the door with only an encouraging pat to Nick's shoulder and a quick, “You'll be working the case with me when you're done.”
The tall, slender form rose and Nick noticed the sling around his right shoulder. Gracefully sidestepping the chair, the man that Nick had fallen head over heels in love with, turned and lite Nick's entire galaxy with a blinding smile. Nick couldn't stop himself from grinning back, especially when the other man took several swaying steps toward him, the look in the brown eyes sultry.
Nick met him halfway; and only realized it when he was cupping the younger man's jaw and laying claim to those inviting lips... finally. Nick felt like he was flying and all too soon felt the soft lips pull away just enough to whisper.
“I don't believe we've actually met. Greg Sanders.” Nick smiled, his lips and breath ghosting over Greg's.
“Nick Stokes.”
Greg smiled and gave him a quick kiss, that somehow still lingered on Nick's lips, and stepped slowly out of Nick's arms. Nick opened his eyes, pleased to find the younger man smiling gently, almost shyly.
“I'd love to continue this; I really, really would, but my flight is leaving soon.” Nick opened his mouth, immediately ready to protest, but Greg laid a slender finger against his lips.
“I have a few months left at Stanford and then I'll be back. Grissom offered me the Head DNA Labtech position.”
Nick gave a breathlessly happy laugh and pulled Greg in his arms for an intimate hug, which Greg returned in full. Tightening his arms around the narrow waist, Nick turned his head enough to whisper a bit huskily in the younger man's ear.
“So our next kiss is going to have to last several months.”
A shiver ran through the body in Nick's arms and he couldn't help but smirk. Greg was sensitive in all the right ways. Greg pulled his head back and met Nick in a soul- searing, almost desperate kiss. After what seemed like only seconds, Greg pulled back and buried his head underneath Nick's chin. Nick just tightened his hold.
They'd see each other soon, only a few short months really, but that didn't stop them from making Grissom wait in the car and making Greg late to his plane. Not that it mattered; it wasn't likely that they'd forget their soulmate anytime in this life... or the next.
AN: Sorry guys, but I just love a Greg in danger! I just can't help it!