Fic: Seminar, Chapter 39 (CSI/CSI NY/CSI Miami, Warrick / Flack, Nick / Greg)
Title: Seminar, Chapter 39
Fandom: CSI / CSI NY, CSI Miami
Pairing: Warrick Brown / Don Flack,
Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko,
Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
Banner by the lovely sexycazzy
CSI Las Vegas Main List
CSI Miami Main List
CSI New York Main List
Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 (NC-17) Chapter 4 Chapter 5
Chapter 6 (NC-17) Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10
Chapter 11 (NC-17) Chapter 12 Chapter 13 (NC-17) Chapter 14 Chapter 15
Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21
Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Interlude (NC-17) Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26
Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Interlude Chapter 32
Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38
Locker-room
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Crime lab, Las Vegas
Nick finished tying his shoelaces and straightened his back to face Warrick who had just stepped in.
“Did you find him?”
“Not Don, but I got a strangled hooker in a sleazy motel. Wanna join me?”
“Nope. My vacation started just now, so you`ll have handle your hooker alone.”
“Damn….. They called me because everyone else has something going on. Gris and Cath have a car snatching gone bad, you’re leaving, Sara’s not even in town and-”
“Ready to go?” Greg breezed in peeling off his lab coat. “I want pancakes.”
“That can wait, I’m not going there alone. Filthy motel room where working girls take their customers all the time, that’s like looking for a needle in sleaze stack. There’ll be a lot of DNA samples to go through so you’re not going anywhere.”
“Actually, I am.” Greg grinned widely. “My shift ended thirty minutes ago and I’m now on my first vacation day. I’ll be off all the way till Monday, so you’ll just have fun with Todd.”
“Who the hell is Todd?”
“The day tech, he’ll be filling in some of my shifts while I’m gone.”
“Is he any good?”
“Sure. Just don’t say anything about that drool problem.”
“Drool?”
“Or that yucky habit of picking up pieces of chilli-chips from his bra.”
“His bra?”
“Don’t worry, nothing black and lace trimmed, so you shouldn`t be distracted by it.”
“Black lace?”
“You’ll see what I mean.” Greg grinned. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, pancakes are waiting.”
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Cheap & Sleazy Motel, Las Vegas
The first time Warrick realised something was going on was when he heard the voices. Two voices. The first one was Brass’s, and the other one sounded familiar too. The men were blocked from view by several burly uniformed cops.
“Okay, this is good. Seriously good.”
“I know.” Brass agreed. “Nobody does them like Mona.”
“We got a great one back home, couple blocks from the precinct. She does these double dipped chocolate things-”
The red sea of cops parted and Warrick realised who was chatting with Brass over a box of doughnuts.
“What are you doing here?”
“I’ll let you two sort this out, I’ll see you inside.” Brass headed inside the motel room.
“I thought they were sending somebody else.” Don commented through a mouthful of half chewed doughnut.
“I was the only one available, and you didn’t answer my question.”
“Brass offered to give me the tourist tour to Vegas crimes before I start here next week.”
Warrick stared at him for a minute before his brain kicked back into action.
“Okay, pause and rewind. Since when are you starting here next week?”
“I send the application before we left New York.”
“After one week? That’s…. that’s….”
“Don’t look so stunned, I’m not transferring here permanently.”
“Then what?”
“I’m here for a six month exchange period and one of your detectives is going to work in my prescient.” Don finally swallowed the remains of his doughnut. “You didn’t know about the program? It’s been going on for years-”
“I know the program, but I had no idea applications can go through that quickly.”
“Well….. Somebody I know put some oil in the cogs.”
“Six moths?” Warrick repeated.
“Yeah, call it a trial period. If we don’t kill each other before it’s over we can start thinking what we’ll do after that.” Don took a sip from his coffee and gave him a crooked grin. “Go in and do your geek-thing.”
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Harry’s Diner, Las Vegas
“Do you have to do that?” Nick asked. A quick glance around the diner conformed his suspicions: Everyone had noticed.
“When I get good pancakes? Yeah, I have to do that.”
“People are thinking I’m doing something to you under the table.”
“Let them think.” Greg grinned and licked the excess syrup from his lips. “My inner Meg Ryan doesn’t come out often, but when she does everyone should pay attention.”
“Meg Ryan?”
“You know that movie where she pretends she’s having an orgasm in the middle of the restaurant?”
“No.”
“We gotta rent it, you’ll love it.”
“Heavy metal and Meg Ryan movies?”
“Hey, it doesn’t mean I like chick flicks. I just like small blonds with that uptight streak. Incredibly hot.”
“You were eating pancakes and you made more noise than you do when we…. You know.” Nick eyed nervously at the kids in the next table.
“Doing the dual ding-dong.”
“We both know what we’re talking about.” Nick took a sip from his coffee. “Can we talk about something else?”
“Name your topic.”
“Is that temp really as weird as you said?”
“What temp?”
“The one who’s eating chilli-chips while wearing a bra.”
“Oh that….”
“So is he?”
“Is he what?”
“That horrible or were you just-” Nick paused as the realisation dawned on him. “You made that up, didn’t you?”
“Maybe. Or maybe the temp is way worse than a cross-dressing geek with saliva-issues.”
“Do you even know who the temp is?”
“I selected her myself.” Greg grinned. “By the time I go back to work, Warrick will be down on his knees kissing my toes just for the pure delight of seeing her gone.”
Chapter 40