Fic: Last Seen Wearing, Chapter 9 (CSI, Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders)
Title: Last Seen Wearing, Chapter 9
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
Notes: Inspired by Jared Cade`s book The Eleven Missing Days
CSI Las Vegas Main List
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
“Where the hell were you?!” Nick yelled when Greg finally came back. “I was going out of my mind! It’s after eight!”
“Sorry, I didn’t know I needed your permission to see my friends.” Greg didn’t bother to go easy on the sarcasm. “How bout we get one of those tracking devices and plant it under my skin?”
“You’re still recuperating and-” Nick paused and took a good look at Greg. “What did you do to your hair?”
“What does it look like?” Greg went to the kitchen to start a new pot of coffee. Nick just stared at him for a while. Greg’s hair was now mostly blond, sculpted into messy spikes, leaving the roots to their chocolate brown state.
“You went to get your hair dyed? Why didn’t you call me or leave me a note?”
“Because I’m not an invalid! I can do stuff all by myself. Tell me you’re gonna go to work today or we’ll have real fight soon….”
“I’m using some of my vacation days. I’ll be off for the rest of the week.”
“Great, just great….” Greg snapped the coffeemaker on and headed to the guest room.
“Are you mad at me?”
“According to my memory, I’ve known you for one month. We’ve known each other for seven years and been dating for nine months. Mad is really not broad enough to describe this.”
“So you still don’t remember me.”
“I got out of the hospital yesterday, still is not allowed yet. When it’s been few months and I don’t remember you, you’re allowed to say still.”
“I thought about it.” Nick disappeared to his bedroom and came back carrying a photo album. “I gathered some pictures for you. Maybe they’ll help.”
Greg sat down on the bed and took the album. He leafed through the first few pages. Several pictures had been shoved haphazardly between the pages.
“Do you remember those people?”
“Yeah.” Greg picked up picture of the team at a bar. “What’s the occasion?”
“That was after you passed your proficiency.”
“When was that?”
“Two years ago.”
“That’s Grissom. Willows. Warrick.”
“You remember Warrick?”
“Yeah, he came to see me at the hospital.”
“Anyone else?”
“Archie….. Jones?”
“Johnson.”
“And that one’s a cop…. The fat one who always smells like stale, old doughnuts.”
“Brass.”
“Yeah….” Greg had moved on to the next photo. “What’s this one?”
Nick looked over his shoulder to see the picture. It was a picture of Greg laying on a hospital bed, showing a victory sign for the camera.
“That’s…..” Nick wasn’t sure where to start.
“I noticed some scars. When I was in the hospital.” Greg’s voice had gone unsteady. “In my back.”
“Yeah. You were in an accident. Someone screwed up and your lab blew up. You got flown through the window.”
“But…. I didn’t screw up?”
“You didn’t.”
“Good.” Greg put the picture back to the stack. “I look young.”
“Yeah.”
“I kinda of a shock to see myself in the mirror. I mean I look great, but….”
“You look really great.”
“I don’t mean wrinkles or stuff like that. I just mean…. Seven years and I’m back where I started.”
“Just for a while.”
“Right….” Greg took the next picture. It was a picture of Nick in the shower. He was screaming and trying to grab the camera. “You look furious. And wet.”
“I forgot that picture was there…. You sneaked into the bathroom and took that.”
“Hey, you look good wet!” Greg was quiet for a minute. “How was it? I mean us?”
“What do you mean?”
“Sex. I mean, I know I’m always phenomenal, but we’re we compatible?”
Nick turned bright red. “It was good. Really good. When we first got together we could hardly get out of bed to go to work.”
“At first? What about later?”
“We kinda…. We were both really busy, that’s all. Couple weeks before your accident, but…. We don’t need to talk about that.”
“Okay.” Greg grinned. “Wanna try some shock therapy?”
“What do you mean?”
“We could see if little bit of reliving old times would trigger my memory.” His hand wandered across Nick’s back.
“Are you serious?”
“It would be like having fun with a stranger you just picked up.”
“For you.”
“You don’t want to?”
“No, I didn’t mean that, but… You haven’t even let me kiss you! And when you were in the hospital you said you couldn’t understand what you saw in me.”
“Just because I said that I didn’t mean I didn’t think you’re hot.” Greg slammed the photo album shut. “I think I wanna get some rest. Alone.”
“Greg, I do want to-”
“But you said no. I get the message, good night.”
Nick grabbed Greg’s head and pulled him close, cutting his speech with a long kiss. Greg’s mood seemed to switch automatically from moody to lusty. He tried to unbutton Nick’s shirt without breaking their lip contact. When it didn’t work he simple tore the shirt open, causing buttons to fly to several directions. Nick pressed him again the mattress. His body covered the lighter one under him. Greg’s hands were now groping from wherever he could get a hold of, ending up inside Nick`s jeans and squeezing his buttocks.
Nick was almost too far gone to notice the sounds. Heavy breathing and soft moans had turned into something else. He pulled back a bit. Greg had closed his eyes, his hands came up to his temples trying to sooth away the obvious pain.
“Babe, you okay?”
“Yeah, I just…. Can you…?” His words turned into a low groan. Nick hurried to the bathroom, bringing Greg’s pill bottle with him.
“How many?”
“Two.…” Greg swallowed the pills dry. He closed his eyes again and tried to take deep breaths. “I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s alrigh. It was my fault.”
“Just shut up for a minute, okay?” Greg clutched the bottle in his hand. “Just… don’t talk.”
TBC