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Title: Untitled
Author: Kez
Rating: R (for language more than anything)
Disclaimer: Not mine, wow how shocked are we all by that, lol.
Warnings: Break-up!fic
Character(s): David/Ryan, David/Nick (Pre-slash), Jacqui, Bobby, Archie, Catherine.
Summary: “What she slipped off a ladder and fell on it?” David hissed spitefully.
Spoiler warning!: None, I don’t think.
A/N: Okay this is sorta the first part of a late b-day fic for curledfries. Some people here, fries included... may kill me for this... but remember, if you do that, you don’t get the next part!!! And because yes its untitled, because I *suck* at titles, I’m taking suggestions.
“What she slipped off a ladder and fell on it?” David hissed spitefully.
“Dave you’re being overly dramatic, it was no big deal,” Ryan said.
“No big deal, you fuck some bimbo and then have the fucking *nerve* to come up here and expect me to be okay with it?” David asked.
Ryan shrugged. “I thought...”
“No, clearly, you didn’t!” David snapped. “Because if you thought for one second I’d be okay with this, or that I’d forgive and forget... you know what, forget it, get out. Go back to Miami and your little whore, I’m nobodies dirty little secret and I’m tired of these games of yours.”
“Dave...” Ryan started to speak, but David cut him off.
“I’m sorry was I not clear enough, fuck off. Get out of my house!” David snarled, throwing a handy glass at him.
“It was a mistake, it didn’t mean anything. David come on we can be rational about this,” Ryan argued ducking quickly.
“Don’t make me have to hide your body where no one will ever find it!” David hissed.
“I... call me when you calm down okay,” Ryan said, beating a hasty retreat.
“Bastard,” David finally yelled at his retreating form, throwing another glass for good measure.
*~*~*~*~*
David made a valiant attempt at avoiding the other labtechs that might and he may actually have succeeded, except Greg wasn’t a tech anymore, he was a CSI and it was really hard to avoid CSI’s when it was your job to process the evidence they collected. As soon as Greg entered his lab, David knew he was done for, Greg had some freakish sixth sense and he’d just *know* something was wrong.
It took less than five minutes for the whole group to descend like vultures.
“What’s the 911?” Bobby asked.
“Something’s wrong with David,” Jacqui announced swanning in.
“Nothing is wrong with David,” David attempted to argue.
“Of course not, except for what is wrong with you. I’m guessing... Ryan.” Jacqui said.
“Ryan? What about him? Did he cancel his visit this weekend?” Archie asked.
“He came up,” David muttered. He *so* did not want to discuss this. He loved his friends dearly; although Jacqui would succeed with one of her ‘diets’ before David would ever admit it aloud; but he really didn’t want to have this conversation and especially not in the middle of the lab. The only good thing that could come from it, was the very real possibility Jacqui would fly to Miami to castrate Ryan, which now that David thought about it, might be worth the embarrassment, serving as it would the twin purpose of causing Ryan extreme pain and giving them at least two Jacqui free days. But still, he really didn’t want to have this conversation in the lab.
“Did you to fight? I’m sure you’ll make up,” Bobby supplied, smiling kindly. Bobby, so not helpful in this situations. He was way too damn nice, way too damn committed and happy to remember what it was like to break up with someone.
“Only if hell freezes over,” David hissed.
“Oh the bastard!” Jacqui exclaimed, clearly figuring out what had happened, without David actually having to say it. Unfortunately, she was loud enough about it to attract the attention of Nick and Catherine, who were walking by the lab.
“Who’s a bastard?” Catherine asked poking her head in.
“David’s boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend... he is your ex right, I mean you’re so not taking him back?” Jacqui said, phrasing it like a question but it was really an order.
David glared. “Not her business.”
“Oh please, Catherine will so help me castrate him. We can bring his balls back to you in a bag if you want, you can burn them or something, it would be cleansing,” Jacqui said.
“So would a night of peace away from this zoo. Look I’m fine, it’s over. I’m middle aged, free and single once again. Now can we please go away and mind somebody else’s business that’s not mine.” David pleaded.
“I think we all have work to do, somewhere else,” Nick suggested.
“Yes, let’s get back to work,” Catherine backed him up.
Jacqui glared. “So much for the solidarity of sisterhood,” she muttered, leaving with a look that told David this *would* be revisited later.
“Thank you,” David said, once everyone but Catherine and Nick had gone.
“No problem,” Catherine said, waving her hand as she headed out the door on the opposite side of the lab.
“You really okay?” Nick asked.
“Your concern is touching Stokes, but I’m a big boy, I think I can handle a break up without throwing himself of a bridge,” David said sarcastically.
Nick smiled. “Well that’s good, Grissom would be pissed if he had to find a new trace tech, he thinks he finally has you trained.”
“Only in his wildest dreams,” David retorted.
“Yeah, but we won’t tell him that,” Nick said softly, looking at him with such open apprehension and sincere concern.
“No,” David agreed, looking at the floor when Nick’s serious gaze became too much.
“I should go. Work... I’ll see you later,” Nick finally mumbled the goodbye and David actually sagged in relief.
He told himself right then, he was going to find a dark, dark closet and hide their ‘til spring, when hopefully his friends would have forgotten about trying to ‘help’ him and he’d have forgotten that he’d wanted to kiss Nick Stokes less than a day after breaking up with his previous partner. Yes, that was definitely something to forget about, as quickly as humanly possible.
Author: Kez
Rating: R (for language more than anything)
Disclaimer: Not mine, wow how shocked are we all by that, lol.
Warnings: Break-up!fic
Character(s): David/Ryan, David/Nick (Pre-slash), Jacqui, Bobby, Archie, Catherine.
Summary: “What she slipped off a ladder and fell on it?” David hissed spitefully.
Spoiler warning!: None, I don’t think.
A/N: Okay this is sorta the first part of a late b-day fic for curledfries. Some people here, fries included... may kill me for this... but remember, if you do that, you don’t get the next part!!! And because yes its untitled, because I *suck* at titles, I’m taking suggestions.
“What she slipped off a ladder and fell on it?” David hissed spitefully.
“Dave you’re being overly dramatic, it was no big deal,” Ryan said.
“No big deal, you fuck some bimbo and then have the fucking *nerve* to come up here and expect me to be okay with it?” David asked.
Ryan shrugged. “I thought...”
“No, clearly, you didn’t!” David snapped. “Because if you thought for one second I’d be okay with this, or that I’d forgive and forget... you know what, forget it, get out. Go back to Miami and your little whore, I’m nobodies dirty little secret and I’m tired of these games of yours.”
“Dave...” Ryan started to speak, but David cut him off.
“I’m sorry was I not clear enough, fuck off. Get out of my house!” David snarled, throwing a handy glass at him.
“It was a mistake, it didn’t mean anything. David come on we can be rational about this,” Ryan argued ducking quickly.
“Don’t make me have to hide your body where no one will ever find it!” David hissed.
“I... call me when you calm down okay,” Ryan said, beating a hasty retreat.
“Bastard,” David finally yelled at his retreating form, throwing another glass for good measure.
*~*~*~*~*
David made a valiant attempt at avoiding the other labtechs that might and he may actually have succeeded, except Greg wasn’t a tech anymore, he was a CSI and it was really hard to avoid CSI’s when it was your job to process the evidence they collected. As soon as Greg entered his lab, David knew he was done for, Greg had some freakish sixth sense and he’d just *know* something was wrong.
It took less than five minutes for the whole group to descend like vultures.
“What’s the 911?” Bobby asked.
“Something’s wrong with David,” Jacqui announced swanning in.
“Nothing is wrong with David,” David attempted to argue.
“Of course not, except for what is wrong with you. I’m guessing... Ryan.” Jacqui said.
“Ryan? What about him? Did he cancel his visit this weekend?” Archie asked.
“He came up,” David muttered. He *so* did not want to discuss this. He loved his friends dearly; although Jacqui would succeed with one of her ‘diets’ before David would ever admit it aloud; but he really didn’t want to have this conversation and especially not in the middle of the lab. The only good thing that could come from it, was the very real possibility Jacqui would fly to Miami to castrate Ryan, which now that David thought about it, might be worth the embarrassment, serving as it would the twin purpose of causing Ryan extreme pain and giving them at least two Jacqui free days. But still, he really didn’t want to have this conversation in the lab.
“Did you to fight? I’m sure you’ll make up,” Bobby supplied, smiling kindly. Bobby, so not helpful in this situations. He was way too damn nice, way too damn committed and happy to remember what it was like to break up with someone.
“Only if hell freezes over,” David hissed.
“Oh the bastard!” Jacqui exclaimed, clearly figuring out what had happened, without David actually having to say it. Unfortunately, she was loud enough about it to attract the attention of Nick and Catherine, who were walking by the lab.
“Who’s a bastard?” Catherine asked poking her head in.
“David’s boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend... he is your ex right, I mean you’re so not taking him back?” Jacqui said, phrasing it like a question but it was really an order.
David glared. “Not her business.”
“Oh please, Catherine will so help me castrate him. We can bring his balls back to you in a bag if you want, you can burn them or something, it would be cleansing,” Jacqui said.
“So would a night of peace away from this zoo. Look I’m fine, it’s over. I’m middle aged, free and single once again. Now can we please go away and mind somebody else’s business that’s not mine.” David pleaded.
“I think we all have work to do, somewhere else,” Nick suggested.
“Yes, let’s get back to work,” Catherine backed him up.
Jacqui glared. “So much for the solidarity of sisterhood,” she muttered, leaving with a look that told David this *would* be revisited later.
“Thank you,” David said, once everyone but Catherine and Nick had gone.
“No problem,” Catherine said, waving her hand as she headed out the door on the opposite side of the lab.
“You really okay?” Nick asked.
“Your concern is touching Stokes, but I’m a big boy, I think I can handle a break up without throwing himself of a bridge,” David said sarcastically.
Nick smiled. “Well that’s good, Grissom would be pissed if he had to find a new trace tech, he thinks he finally has you trained.”
“Only in his wildest dreams,” David retorted.
“Yeah, but we won’t tell him that,” Nick said softly, looking at him with such open apprehension and sincere concern.
“No,” David agreed, looking at the floor when Nick’s serious gaze became too much.
“I should go. Work... I’ll see you later,” Nick finally mumbled the goodbye and David actually sagged in relief.
He told himself right then, he was going to find a dark, dark closet and hide their ‘til spring, when hopefully his friends would have forgotten about trying to ‘help’ him and he’d have forgotten that he’d wanted to kiss Nick Stokes less than a day after breaking up with his previous partner. Yes, that was definitely something to forget about, as quickly as humanly possible.