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Title: Sweeter Coffee
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG 13
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. If I did, their hair wouldn’t be like that.
I’m back! I was going to be lazy and not post this till Friday, but then I remembered I’m not here then and plus, today London has officially been snowed in (This is so exciting! I don’t think there’s ever been enough snow here to be snowed in) so I have no excuse to not tag/correct this second part. Therefore I bring with me the companion-second part to piece to Sour Apples.
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Nick was in the locker room facing away from the door, changing shirts when he heard the sounds of shuffling feet and a gentle knock on the doorframe. There was no longer a door because that had been damaged in the explosion. The CSI frowned to remember the incident, seeing Greg so quiet and pale on the hospital bed, his hair strangely tame. Pulling at the shirt so that it was comfortable on his skin, Nick turned to face the other person in the locker rooms.
Greg stood there, framed in the door way just like how Nick himself had been earlier in the tech’s temporary lab. The lab rat grinned sheepishly at the CSI before raising a hand and waving a sheet of results in his general direction. Instinctively Nick glanced down at his watch and his eyes actually widened in surprise. He looked back up to Greg and was strangely pleased to see the confident look back on the other’s face.
‘That was fast, G.’ He said, allowing the impressed tone to leak into his voice because he knew Greg felt unsure sometimes no matter how much he liked to pretend otherwise.
He stepped to the side slightly to allow Greg more space to enter the cramped little locker room. The younger man shuffled forward squeakily to hand him the results. Nick glanced down and grinned to see Greg’s patterned converses with tape on the edges scraping forward to emit occasional screeches of rubber. Laughing, he could only shake his head amused at Greg’s unrepentant expression. He reached for the results in the other’s hand, pleased to notice that Greg’s fingers were steady as they released the sheet to Nick.
‘I told you to page me when you were done, I could have come collect them myself.’ He said by way of mindless conversation as he tried to split his concentration equally between the results and Greg’s presence.
‘Special service for the head of the queue.’ the younger man chirped in response confidence in himself restored, his breath smelling like coffee. Nick breathed in and smiled absently, his attention wavering towards the results.
‘I could’ve been a CSI.’ The lab tech announced. And Greg won out, Nick stopped trying to read the results looked up instead, concentration totally on the younger man.
‘Yeah? And how’s that G?’
‘I’ve got this whole observation down, Stokes.’ Nick raised an eyebrow, and Greg ploughed on determined to show off his new found skills to the CSI. ‘Like, did you know Cath and Warrick are totally into each other? They flirt all the time!’
‘Yeah?’
Greg suddenly turned coy and grinned to see Nick who turned red and wondered about the new direction of the conversation. The young lab tech smiled at the CSI from under his lashes, ‘Yeah, you can totally see the chemistry. Whenever they talk, they sort of lean towards each other and their body language is completely open and relaxed, and Warrick’s really, really nice to her.’
By that point, Nick had noticed how close they were to each other, just a few inches between them; partially because the locker room was tight but also because as the CSI suddenly noticed, Greg was leaning towards him, his body turned completely towards Nick, his arms down by his side in a completely undefended position. The Texan also noticed how he himself was lounging on the closed locker, one side resting on the metal door with his other shoulder angled subtly towards Greg.
Nick flushed and Greg was smiling at him again as he finished his observation, less confident and a little afraid but still infinitely sweet, ‘It’s so obvious, I think they should just do something about it.’
Greg clenched his hands behind his back to hide the shaking that had decided to start again and fought to keep the smile on his face as Nick let the silence hang in the air for a little too long. He was going to pull it all off as teasing, except Nick wasn’t leaning away so Greg thought that maybe, maybe it was just because the other man didn’t know what to say. The lab tech’s smile relaxed a tiny degree as he unclenched his fists and brought his hands back down to his sides though his fingers were still shaking.
‘You’re really, really nice to me Nick.’ The younger man offered quietly, a little breathlessly.
There was only a short silence that time as Nick smiled a little sheepishly and ducked his head, surprisingly shy, ‘I’m always nice to you G.’
And even though the silence was back, it wasn’t that bad. Greg quietly took in Nick’s expression, turning it around in his head several times before privately storing it away in case he never saw it again. Staring at the other’s slightly baffled face he decided rather exasperatedly to give the other man another prompt, because Nick was just a bit clueless like that.
‘I think you should just do something about it Stokes.’
A tiny little curling of Nick’s lips as he finally took the hint, ‘Can I kiss you?’
Greg’s eyebrows shot up in surprise and he really could not hide the smile that split his face. Who even asked anymore? Regardless, Greg nodded, slightly in disbelief, because really, he hadn’t thought that he’d ever get around to being kissed by Nick. And they were both smiling so when their lips touched they could both feel the subtle curve and warmth of each others’ grins.
For Greg, he was in heaven because oh God, Nick Stokes was kissing him and suddenly there was nothing wrong with him. He could hear Nick’s breathing just fine, taste Nick’s mouth, feel the other man’s heated fingers sliding under the edge of his shirt, see Nick’s face up this close and he could smell the detergent in Nick’s shirt and he could have continued on that track of thought for a long time, happy for the whole situation to head away from innocent towards public-outing-at-the-lab or quickie-in-the-toilets until he suddenly remembered Nick’s results.
The Texan stumbled back when Greg very firmly placed his too-warm hands on Nick’s shoulders and pushed him away. Hard. The CSI was slammed back into his locker with rather painful and clarifying force. His mind backtracked rapidly thinking he had done something wrong until he actually took in the lab rat’s dazed expression and realised that Greg wasn’t adverse to his actions.
In fact Greg was breathing hard through his nose, trying to clear his brain as he stepped back to the bench where Nick had dropped the evidence results in his haste. As calmly as possible he picked up the sheet of paper and handed it back to the CSI before starting to try and push him out the door.
‘The sample shows the donor is related to the victim by seven alleles and it matches the mystery sample from the previous stabbing. So. You have to go.’
Nick’s brain promptly cleared as he remembered his evidence. The very heavily prioritised evidence. He had to find Warrick, call Brass, get a warrant, head back out to the suspect’s house. Right.
Greg nearly crashed face first into Nick’s chest when the other man sharply braked and turned a full 180 degrees to face him again. The CSI grabbed Greg’s lab coat collar and hauled him forward to give him a firm kiss before gracing the lab rat with one of his most breathtaking smiles. The kind that would break hearts if any of the female staff ever found out that Nick Stokes kissed dorky male lab technicians.
‘Stay here, I’ll be right back.’ Nick said with a final lingering brush of his lips, smoothing out the lapels of Greg’s collar with playful hands before releasing the lab tech.
‘What? Right here in the locker room?’ The older man only rolled his eyes fondly, shook his head smiling and left.
Brushing his fingers against bruised lips, Greg wandered back dazedly down the corridor, heading to the break room to find coffee. Five minutes later, he was sitting back at his lab station spinning slowly on his swivel chair, taking in the suddenly brighter colours of his surroundings and sipping at his precious Blue Hawaiian, thinking how it tasted sweeter than before.
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Was a bit worried that the ending seemed to following the same theme as a story that rurounihime wrote just now. But well, nothing I can do about that :S
I’ve just looked out the window; it’s still snowing. I’ve also just checked the news. England has never been very good with extreme weather and since this is heavier the feeble blanket we usually get over night (if at all) which the transport system can barely handle as it is, all the public transport is down/delayed/hindered in some spastic way. Though I’m not sure how the underground can even be delayed. I mean it’s under the ground right?
Oh yes, beta is paperthorns again, whom I love dearly but doesn’t live in an area heavily snowed in enough to warrant staying at home all day :)
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG 13
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. If I did, their hair wouldn’t be like that.
I’m back! I was going to be lazy and not post this till Friday, but then I remembered I’m not here then and plus, today London has officially been snowed in (This is so exciting! I don’t think there’s ever been enough snow here to be snowed in) so I have no excuse to not tag/correct this second part. Therefore I bring with me the companion-second part to piece to Sour Apples.
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Nick was in the locker room facing away from the door, changing shirts when he heard the sounds of shuffling feet and a gentle knock on the doorframe. There was no longer a door because that had been damaged in the explosion. The CSI frowned to remember the incident, seeing Greg so quiet and pale on the hospital bed, his hair strangely tame. Pulling at the shirt so that it was comfortable on his skin, Nick turned to face the other person in the locker rooms.
Greg stood there, framed in the door way just like how Nick himself had been earlier in the tech’s temporary lab. The lab rat grinned sheepishly at the CSI before raising a hand and waving a sheet of results in his general direction. Instinctively Nick glanced down at his watch and his eyes actually widened in surprise. He looked back up to Greg and was strangely pleased to see the confident look back on the other’s face.
‘That was fast, G.’ He said, allowing the impressed tone to leak into his voice because he knew Greg felt unsure sometimes no matter how much he liked to pretend otherwise.
He stepped to the side slightly to allow Greg more space to enter the cramped little locker room. The younger man shuffled forward squeakily to hand him the results. Nick glanced down and grinned to see Greg’s patterned converses with tape on the edges scraping forward to emit occasional screeches of rubber. Laughing, he could only shake his head amused at Greg’s unrepentant expression. He reached for the results in the other’s hand, pleased to notice that Greg’s fingers were steady as they released the sheet to Nick.
‘I told you to page me when you were done, I could have come collect them myself.’ He said by way of mindless conversation as he tried to split his concentration equally between the results and Greg’s presence.
‘Special service for the head of the queue.’ the younger man chirped in response confidence in himself restored, his breath smelling like coffee. Nick breathed in and smiled absently, his attention wavering towards the results.
‘I could’ve been a CSI.’ The lab tech announced. And Greg won out, Nick stopped trying to read the results looked up instead, concentration totally on the younger man.
‘Yeah? And how’s that G?’
‘I’ve got this whole observation down, Stokes.’ Nick raised an eyebrow, and Greg ploughed on determined to show off his new found skills to the CSI. ‘Like, did you know Cath and Warrick are totally into each other? They flirt all the time!’
‘Yeah?’
Greg suddenly turned coy and grinned to see Nick who turned red and wondered about the new direction of the conversation. The young lab tech smiled at the CSI from under his lashes, ‘Yeah, you can totally see the chemistry. Whenever they talk, they sort of lean towards each other and their body language is completely open and relaxed, and Warrick’s really, really nice to her.’
By that point, Nick had noticed how close they were to each other, just a few inches between them; partially because the locker room was tight but also because as the CSI suddenly noticed, Greg was leaning towards him, his body turned completely towards Nick, his arms down by his side in a completely undefended position. The Texan also noticed how he himself was lounging on the closed locker, one side resting on the metal door with his other shoulder angled subtly towards Greg.
Nick flushed and Greg was smiling at him again as he finished his observation, less confident and a little afraid but still infinitely sweet, ‘It’s so obvious, I think they should just do something about it.’
Greg clenched his hands behind his back to hide the shaking that had decided to start again and fought to keep the smile on his face as Nick let the silence hang in the air for a little too long. He was going to pull it all off as teasing, except Nick wasn’t leaning away so Greg thought that maybe, maybe it was just because the other man didn’t know what to say. The lab tech’s smile relaxed a tiny degree as he unclenched his fists and brought his hands back down to his sides though his fingers were still shaking.
‘You’re really, really nice to me Nick.’ The younger man offered quietly, a little breathlessly.
There was only a short silence that time as Nick smiled a little sheepishly and ducked his head, surprisingly shy, ‘I’m always nice to you G.’
And even though the silence was back, it wasn’t that bad. Greg quietly took in Nick’s expression, turning it around in his head several times before privately storing it away in case he never saw it again. Staring at the other’s slightly baffled face he decided rather exasperatedly to give the other man another prompt, because Nick was just a bit clueless like that.
‘I think you should just do something about it Stokes.’
A tiny little curling of Nick’s lips as he finally took the hint, ‘Can I kiss you?’
Greg’s eyebrows shot up in surprise and he really could not hide the smile that split his face. Who even asked anymore? Regardless, Greg nodded, slightly in disbelief, because really, he hadn’t thought that he’d ever get around to being kissed by Nick. And they were both smiling so when their lips touched they could both feel the subtle curve and warmth of each others’ grins.
For Greg, he was in heaven because oh God, Nick Stokes was kissing him and suddenly there was nothing wrong with him. He could hear Nick’s breathing just fine, taste Nick’s mouth, feel the other man’s heated fingers sliding under the edge of his shirt, see Nick’s face up this close and he could smell the detergent in Nick’s shirt and he could have continued on that track of thought for a long time, happy for the whole situation to head away from innocent towards public-outing-at-the-lab or quickie-in-the-toilets until he suddenly remembered Nick’s results.
The Texan stumbled back when Greg very firmly placed his too-warm hands on Nick’s shoulders and pushed him away. Hard. The CSI was slammed back into his locker with rather painful and clarifying force. His mind backtracked rapidly thinking he had done something wrong until he actually took in the lab rat’s dazed expression and realised that Greg wasn’t adverse to his actions.
In fact Greg was breathing hard through his nose, trying to clear his brain as he stepped back to the bench where Nick had dropped the evidence results in his haste. As calmly as possible he picked up the sheet of paper and handed it back to the CSI before starting to try and push him out the door.
‘The sample shows the donor is related to the victim by seven alleles and it matches the mystery sample from the previous stabbing. So. You have to go.’
Nick’s brain promptly cleared as he remembered his evidence. The very heavily prioritised evidence. He had to find Warrick, call Brass, get a warrant, head back out to the suspect’s house. Right.
Greg nearly crashed face first into Nick’s chest when the other man sharply braked and turned a full 180 degrees to face him again. The CSI grabbed Greg’s lab coat collar and hauled him forward to give him a firm kiss before gracing the lab rat with one of his most breathtaking smiles. The kind that would break hearts if any of the female staff ever found out that Nick Stokes kissed dorky male lab technicians.
‘Stay here, I’ll be right back.’ Nick said with a final lingering brush of his lips, smoothing out the lapels of Greg’s collar with playful hands before releasing the lab tech.
‘What? Right here in the locker room?’ The older man only rolled his eyes fondly, shook his head smiling and left.
Brushing his fingers against bruised lips, Greg wandered back dazedly down the corridor, heading to the break room to find coffee. Five minutes later, he was sitting back at his lab station spinning slowly on his swivel chair, taking in the suddenly brighter colours of his surroundings and sipping at his precious Blue Hawaiian, thinking how it tasted sweeter than before.
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Was a bit worried that the ending seemed to following the same theme as a story that rurounihime wrote just now. But well, nothing I can do about that :S
I’ve just looked out the window; it’s still snowing. I’ve also just checked the news. England has never been very good with extreme weather and since this is heavier the feeble blanket we usually get over night (if at all) which the transport system can barely handle as it is, all the public transport is down/delayed/hindered in some spastic way. Though I’m not sure how the underground can even be delayed. I mean it’s under the ground right?
Oh yes, beta is paperthorns again, whom I love dearly but doesn’t live in an area heavily snowed in enough to warrant staying at home all day :)