Fic: Ghosts -Epilogue (CSI, Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders)
Title: Ghosts (Epilogue)
Fandom: CSI
Pair: Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
Spoilers: Play With Fire
CSI Las Vegas Main List
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
“For the last time, innocent blond doesn’t always survive in horror films.” Greg
explained when they were walking out of the movie theatre. “They used to, but not
anymore. After the first Scream came out everybody knew the rules and writes
started killing of virginal blonds, just to shock people.”
“If you say so…” Nick mused.
“Wait a minute… I’m in trouble.”
“What?”
“I told you I’ve been seeing a shrink. He said that I should start with a clean
plate, just wipe away all old things.”
“Old things? Are you talking about me?”
“No. I mean that when everything has been wiped off, I’m practically a virgin.
And I’m a blond!”
“Get to the point.” Nick chuckled.
“A virginal blond! What if some axe wielding maniac comes at me with
a meat hook?”
“It was just a movie.”
“You’re not gonna defend me?”
“Fine. If hypothetical axe wielding maniac comes at you with a meat hook,
I’ll defend you.”
“What a gentleman….” Greg tried to look grumpy, but didn’t quite succeed.
“Wanna go get something to eat?”
Nick gave him a long look. “G, you just ate a king-sized tub of popcorn.”
“It’s not too filling.”
“And then you ate my popcorn.”
“You offered!”
“And a packet of gummy bears.”
“That was a small packet.”
“And a big soda.”
“Popcorn was salty!”
“And a tin of breathmints.”
“Everything else was gone and I didn’t wanna go to queue again!”
“How can you still be hungry?”
“I’m a growing boy. Don’t tell me you’re stingy date.”
“I don’t mind feeding you, but I have no idea where it all goes.”
“Why do you think I’m always so cheerful? It takes a lot of energy.”
“Right…. Where do you want to eat?”
“How bout that Chinese place couple blocks from here?”
“They closed two years ago.”
“Really? Wow, I’ve really been away a long time. Is Chuckie`s still
where it used to be?”
“Yep.”
“Do they still have those spicy chicken wings?”
“Yep.”
“Can we go there?”
“Yep.”
“Stop that. I like it when you act like a rugged cowboy, but not when I’m hungry.”
“What do we do after that?”
“What do people usually do on their first date? You’ll take me back to my place,
and try to convince this innocent, blushing, virginal flower to open it’s pedals.”
“Okay, blushing flower, but what do I get in return?”
“Hmmm….” Greg pouted. “At least a good night kiss at my door.”
“Don’t I get in?”
“What kind of a guy do you think I am?” Greg tried to look horrified. “You think
I would let you into my bed on our first date? Let you deflower my timid bud
of innocence? Pluck the wuthering fruit of my young oeuvre?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, but want an extra tub of that dipping sauce for my wings.”