Fic: Return, Chapter 8 (CSI, Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders)
Title: Return, Chapter 8
Fandom: CSI
Pair: Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Greg snapped awake when a cell phone started ringing in the living room. He carefully untangled himself from Nick’s limbs and slipped out of the bed. In his half-asleep state he didn’t even notice it that it was Nick’s cell, until he checked the caller ID.
“Hello.”
“Sanders? Why are answering Nick’s phone?”
“He’s asleep. I really wore him out.”
“You mean you’re-”
“Back together. Yep.”
“Just leave him alone already. You’ve done the damage, you can stop playing with him.”
“Damage? If someone’s causing damage here, it’s you. What do you want?”
“He was supposed to be at my place. The game started twenty minutes ago.”
“There’s a game on?” Greg asked innocently.
“Followed by the Miss Bikini Final. We’ve been planning this for weeks.”
“Too bad.”
“Give the phone to Nick and shove your head in the oven.”
“Enjoy the game.” Greg hung up.
“How long did I sleep?” Nick came from the bedroom, rubbing his eyes. He plastered himself against Greg’s back and yawned.
“Five hours.”
“Your fault, you wore me out.”
“I just asked you to get me some chicken soup.”
“And then you called me when I was at the store.”
“I needed more cold medicine. Two minute call, get over it.”
“And then you called again…..”
“I ran out of orange juice.”
“And again.”
“And couch syrup.”
“You enjoyed it a little bit too much.”
“Would I do that?” Greg grinned.
“You would.” Nick kissed his temple. “Who was it on the phone?”
“Warrick.”
“Why did he call you?”
“He called you, it’s your phone.”
“Don’t tell me I have go to work on my night off.”
“You don’t. He was watching football in bikinis.”
“He was what?”
“I’m not sure, I wasn’t listening that carefully….. I think he said you two were supposed to watch a game together.”
“That’s today? I forgot that.”
“You’ve been planning it for weeks with him and you just forgot?”
“We had the fight and I didn’t talk to Warrick.” Nick shrugged. “He’ll survive.”
“You can still go if you want.”
“Nah…. I got a sick patient here. How are you doing?”
“Better, I think the fever’s going down. And you could hire me a hot young nurse, and go watch the game. Some leggy blond…..”
“No leggy blonds.”
“Well, they’re not my type anyway.”
“What is your type?” Nick grinned.
"Little bit mature, older than me….”
“And?”
“And wears glasses sometimes…..”
“Yeah?”
“And smart….”
“Anything else?”
“Somebody like…..”
“Yeah?”
“Grissom.”
“Grissom?!”
“Don’t yell at me! I was just kidding!”
“You better be kidding or I’ll never let you go back to the lab.”
“It was just a joke. You know what my type is.”
“Let’s hear it….”
“A cowboy with nice eyes. Why do you think I got The Searchers on DVD?”
“You got the hots for John Wayne?”
“Hell no, I mean Jeffrey Hunter. Sexiest man I’ve ever seen.”
“Greg….”
“On the screen. Sexiest man I’ve ever seen on the screen. Real life is totally different.”
“That’s better.”
“You wanna watch it?”
“Now?”
“Yeah, you got the night off and I’m not going either.”
“You got popcorn?”
“No, but I got a whole tub of that creepy herbal tea.”
“You’re not really going to drink it?”
“It’s really great for flu. And you’ll need some of it too.”
“I’m fine.”
“You slept next to me and I kept couching on you. You’ll need the tea. Put the movie ready, I’ll get some snacks. And you can put it rolling too, I don’t care about the first twenty minutes.”
“Why not?”
“It’s boring. I just keep waiting for my favourite part.”
“The ambush?”
“No, Jeffrey bathing. Gorgeous blue eyes, tanned wet skin….”
“Greg.”
“Sorry, I zoned out for a second.”
“Should I be worried?”
“Don’t worry, I’m a one cowboy kinda guy.”
“Good.”
“Too bad Jeffrey’s dead, otherwise I would-”
“Greg.”
“Sorry. I’ll make it up to you.”
“How?” Nick smirked.
“Next we’re watching a western together…..”
“Yeah?”
“I’ll get you a cowboy hat.”
“Black?”
“Pink. With a lot of sequins.”
TBC