Leggo My Greggo
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CSI › Slash - Male/Male
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Category:
CSI › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
15
Views:
3,295
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.
2 Shots At Love
“2 Shots at Love”
“Come on, Sara. I just wanna do a little dancing and eye up some guys.”
A little pout. One little pout. One god damn little pout. One goddamn little pout made by one goddamn quirky labtech and Sara caved like freshly fallen snow.
That's what put her in her current predicament. Not that she cut really blame Greg. Sara turned her head to the side when Greg gave a weak grunt. She just tugged the labtech a little closer.
'The idiot.' Sara thought fondly. The club they were at was currently held up at gunpoint by a gang. They had strapped an enormous amount of dynamite to the bartender's chest, that would with out a doubt blow the entire club and half the block to smithereens. The “ring- leader” had the remote control trigger in a tight grasp in his left hand while he had a tight grasp on the gun in his right. But Sara was confident that everyone would get out alive. Grissom was coming.
Though to actually make the call to Grissom it had taken some planning. Mainly, Greg running his mouth and making a scene; two innate talents of his; Sara secretly dialing Grissom's number, and telling him that he needed to get down to The Black Mamba or he'd be processing two of his employees' bodies come morning. But that spur- of- the- moment “plan” resulted in Greg being shot in the arm.
The idiot had staggered back, asked Sara to wrap his war wound; which she did using the hem of her skirt; and had been glaring daggers at the gang ever since. Nevermind that he had unconsciously leaned his weight against Sara in fatigue.
Greg groaned slightly when his shifted his weight and Sara prayed to a God; any god really, that they'd make it out of here in fewer than a million pieces. She didn't know what she'd do if she could never again see her lover's smile and peer into his dark, loving, and compassionate eyes. A brush of Greg's arm against hers broke Sara out of her train of thought about Warrick and instead she sent a promise heavenward that if they did make it out alive; she'd get Greg and Nick together at any costs.
Sara's phone vibrated in her pocket and she knew that Grissom had arrived--- It took mere seconds for everything to break out in panic. The lights flickered, flashed, and the cops and SWAT burst in through every door.
The next thing Sara knew, Greg was launching himself across the fifteen feet that separated them from the red button that would end everyone's life. A loud shot went off and Sara watched in horror as Greg's left leg buckled. But somehow, the slender blonde managed to put most of his weight behind a solid right hook that knocked the “ring- leader” out cold.
Greg fell to his knees and almost went down, but suddenly Nick was there. The Texan dropped to his knees in front of him, wrapping a supportive arm around the labtech's waist. Greg's uninjured arm wrapped Nick's neck and then the two were sharing an almost desperate kiss.
Later when they loaded Greg onto a stretcher, the younger man reached out to Sara with a sleepy smile on his face.
“Hey Sara? Ya know what's worse than a bullet hole?” Sara squeezed his hand and shook her head slowly.
“What, Greg?”
“Two bullet holes.” Warrick laughed at the obscenely bad joke as he wrapped an arm around Sara's shoulders. Nick chuckled and lovingly laid a kiss on the bruised knuckles of Greg's right hand. Sara watched and let a small, content smile cross her face when Greg turned his head and whispered a soft, “Nicky...” with nothing but love in his eyes.
Maybe her two boys didn't need help after all. They looked like they were doing just fine.
“Come on, Sara. I just wanna do a little dancing and eye up some guys.”
A little pout. One little pout. One god damn little pout. One goddamn little pout made by one goddamn quirky labtech and Sara caved like freshly fallen snow.
That's what put her in her current predicament. Not that she cut really blame Greg. Sara turned her head to the side when Greg gave a weak grunt. She just tugged the labtech a little closer.
'The idiot.' Sara thought fondly. The club they were at was currently held up at gunpoint by a gang. They had strapped an enormous amount of dynamite to the bartender's chest, that would with out a doubt blow the entire club and half the block to smithereens. The “ring- leader” had the remote control trigger in a tight grasp in his left hand while he had a tight grasp on the gun in his right. But Sara was confident that everyone would get out alive. Grissom was coming.
Though to actually make the call to Grissom it had taken some planning. Mainly, Greg running his mouth and making a scene; two innate talents of his; Sara secretly dialing Grissom's number, and telling him that he needed to get down to The Black Mamba or he'd be processing two of his employees' bodies come morning. But that spur- of- the- moment “plan” resulted in Greg being shot in the arm.
The idiot had staggered back, asked Sara to wrap his war wound; which she did using the hem of her skirt; and had been glaring daggers at the gang ever since. Nevermind that he had unconsciously leaned his weight against Sara in fatigue.
Greg groaned slightly when his shifted his weight and Sara prayed to a God; any god really, that they'd make it out of here in fewer than a million pieces. She didn't know what she'd do if she could never again see her lover's smile and peer into his dark, loving, and compassionate eyes. A brush of Greg's arm against hers broke Sara out of her train of thought about Warrick and instead she sent a promise heavenward that if they did make it out alive; she'd get Greg and Nick together at any costs.
Sara's phone vibrated in her pocket and she knew that Grissom had arrived--- It took mere seconds for everything to break out in panic. The lights flickered, flashed, and the cops and SWAT burst in through every door.
The next thing Sara knew, Greg was launching himself across the fifteen feet that separated them from the red button that would end everyone's life. A loud shot went off and Sara watched in horror as Greg's left leg buckled. But somehow, the slender blonde managed to put most of his weight behind a solid right hook that knocked the “ring- leader” out cold.
Greg fell to his knees and almost went down, but suddenly Nick was there. The Texan dropped to his knees in front of him, wrapping a supportive arm around the labtech's waist. Greg's uninjured arm wrapped Nick's neck and then the two were sharing an almost desperate kiss.
Later when they loaded Greg onto a stretcher, the younger man reached out to Sara with a sleepy smile on his face.
“Hey Sara? Ya know what's worse than a bullet hole?” Sara squeezed his hand and shook her head slowly.
“What, Greg?”
“Two bullet holes.” Warrick laughed at the obscenely bad joke as he wrapped an arm around Sara's shoulders. Nick chuckled and lovingly laid a kiss on the bruised knuckles of Greg's right hand. Sara watched and let a small, content smile cross her face when Greg turned his head and whispered a soft, “Nicky...” with nothing but love in his eyes.
Maybe her two boys didn't need help after all. They looked like they were doing just fine.