Fic: Seminar, Interlude (CSI/CSI NY/CSI Miami, Ryan / Eric)
Title: Seminar, Interlude
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
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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 Chapter 39 Chapter 40
Chapter 41 (NC-17) Chapter 42 Chapter 43
Break room
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Crime Lab, Miami
“Have you seen Eric?” Valera asked and poured herself a cup of coffee. “Calleigh brought his samples and he’s nowhere to be found.”
“Can’t you just give the results to Calleigh?”
“I would, but she’s on her lunch hour, she has a meeting with the department shrink for her mandatory sensitivity training.” “Sensitivity training?”
“Yeah, we all have to do that. Me, Calleigh and BoaVista.”
“Do you mind if I ask the obvious question?”
“You mean why we have to take that class?”
“Yeah.”
“You know how it is with the girls. We were talking about semen samples and we kinda slipped to that…. naughty territory.”
“You? Naughty? I can’t even imagine it.” Ryan deadpanned. “But so what? It’s not the first time you talk dirty at work.”
“One of those new interns heard what we were talking about and he made a complaint about us.”
“Because you talked dirty in front of him?”
“And he actually claimed we were trying to lure him into some seedy group session.”
“How did he get that impression?”
“I was talking about the case and the results from the sheets, four guys and five women by the way, and then I mentioned how we used to give each other a helping hand at college when some of us girls were going through a dry period and that’s when that intern walked in. I thought it would be nice to include him in the conversation, make him feel welcome.”
“What did you say?”
“I asked him what his position was to group sex because I can’t look at a watering can without getting hot and bothered.”
“Watering can?”
“Another memory from my college years….” Valera giggled. “Anyway, he stared at us for ages and then he just ran out.”
“And that was it?”
“Pretty much. We just got a verbal warning and an order to attend the mandatory sensitivity training.” She took a sip from her mug. “It’s not that bad, but the shrink has the same training program for everyone who has to go through that training. I mean I don’t need to know that I shouldn`t look too long when one of the girls is wearing a low-cut top. Boobs are great and pretty, but they don’t really do anything to me.”
“I know what you mean.” Ryan agreed.
“Yeah, I keep forgetting that.”
“Forgetting what?” Eric marched into the break room carrying a thick stack of mail.
“For starters: Where have you been?” Valera glared at him. “You left the scene an hour ago.”
“I took a break. The scene was so close to my place I decided to get my mail on the way.”
“You always get that much mail?”
“Nah, this is four days worth of mail. I haven’t been there for ages.” Eric picked up an envelope from the pile. “They answered!”
“Who’s they?”
“Girly Girl Weekly.”
“I’m not sure if I wanna hear this.” Ryan interrupted. “This is just like when you got that rejection letter from Playgirl.”
“You got rejected by Playgirl?” Valera laughed. “I can’t believe it.”
“I know!” Eric sulked. “I pitched an idea for a pictorial: The hunks of the Crime Lab.”
“And they didn’t wanna use it?”
“I even had some alternative headlines! Like: I got more under my lab coat than just my gun and badge….”
“I would definitely put you both on my wall.” Valera grinned. “Preferably together. Drop by when you got time, I got your results.”
She walked out and Eric tore the envelope open. He opened the folded letter and scanned it through.
“Why are they writing to you?” Ryan asked.
“I send them that I article I wrote.”
“You actually send that to them?”
“Yeah.” Eric’s face fell. “They don’t wanna publish it.”
“Show me.” Ryan took the letter. “Dear Mr. Delko. We thank you for your contribution to the educational mission of our magazine, but unfortunately your article “How I catched my man” does not reach the standards we have for our material. We wish you all the best in your future ventures and hope you will remain to be our loyal reader. In case you wish to offer your article for other publications, here are few guidelines to improve it and to better the chances to get it published.”
“What kinda guidelines?"
"First: We advice you to consider removing the part describing a sexual act on the slab of the county morgue. Our loyal readers enjoy a healthy dose of smut, but your text is too explicit for most mainstream magazines.”
“I just wrote truthfully how hot it was!”
“Second: Describing verbal foreplay in front of a mutilated corpse is slightly risqué considering that most of our readers do not come in contact with such things on day to day basis.”
“How many points is there?” Eric groaned.
“Three, this is the last one: Even our magazine doesn’t use terms like “yummy little love-knobs” when describing man’s nipples.” Ryan folded the letter. “I can’t believe you really send it to them.”
“What’s wrong with it? It was a great article. And truthful!”
“So you really think my nipples are yummy?”
“I would never lie about something like that to the readers of Girly Girl.”
Chapter 44