Fic: Seminar, Chapter 21 (CSI/CSI NY/CSI Miami, Flack / Warrick, Nick / Greg)
Title: Seminar, Chapter 21
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
Banner by the lovely sexycazzy
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
Nick’s apartment, Las Vegas
“Stokes.”
“Hey, man, it’s me." Warrick greeted. "Is Sanders there?”
“No, why?”
“I wanted to talk to him.”
“Okay, now I’m curious.”
“I just wanna know if he’s heard from Don.”
“Yeah, we`ve heard about him. We were even there to pick you two up from the airport-”
“You’re starting to sound more and more like Sanders, so cut the humour. Anyway, those two were so buddy-buddy, I thought maybe Don called him.”
“Why would he call him?”
“To check the weather, how the hell should I know? He walked out.”
“Flack?”
“Yeah. We had an argument and it kinda got out of hand.”
“And he just left?”
“Well, he didn’t leave, his stuff is still here. I just can’t find him anywhere. And he doesn’t answer his phone.”
“What were you fighting about?”
“I don’t know! We had a fight, that’s our thing. We fight, then we have sex, I go to work and the next day we start the whole thing from the beginning.”
“That was more than I wanted to know….”
“I had to listen your guy analysing my sexlife, so you got off easy. Are you sure you don’t know where he is?”
“Greg? He had some stuff to do, and don’t ask me what it was.”
“So I’m stuck here? He doesn’t have a key to my place so I can’t go looking for him because he might come back.”
“Exactly how long has he been gone?”
“Almost three hours.”
“Rick….” Nick sighed deeply. “As much as I enjoy seeing this mushy, girly side of you, I had a long shift and I need my sleep. Flack’s a grown man, he can take care of himself.”
“What about you?”
“What about me?”
“How long has yours been gone?”
“About…. four hours.”
“And you’re not worried?”
“What kind of a trouble can he get into in few hours?” Nick’s statement was followed by a long silence. “Thanks a lot, now you put that idea in my head!”
“You started it.”
“Your situation is totally different. Flack’s a cop and Greg’s…. Greg.” Another pause. “I need to make a phone call, I’ll call you back.”
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Three minutes later
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Warrick`s apartment
“Brown.”
“He’s not picking up.”
“Maybe that crap he plays in the lab finally eroded his eardrums.”
“Not funny. Last week when I left him alone in the shopping mall he almost got into a fight with this six-foot five Goth.”
“I can understand that.”
“They were in this record store and they both wanted the same limited edition copy of Marilyn Manson’s album.”
“I take it back, I don’t understand that.”
“Have you seen those guys? He had these long black nails…. It was pretty scary.”
“Nails? Are you sure he was a dude?”
“Yeah, I’m sure. What if he’s burned and he’s some unidentified body in doc Robinsons morgue?”
“After four hours? Probably not. And why do you think he would be burned?”
“Do you have any idea how much flammable products he uses for that hair-do?”
“Where did you even get that idea?”
“It’s possible! One careless smoker and-”
“Nick. I’m the one who’s supposed to be panicking.”
“Sorry.”
“Listen…. You call the hospitals, I’ll check the neighbourhood, maybe he got lost.”
Before Nick had time to respond, Warrick had hung up.
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Fifty minutes later
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Nick’s apartment
“I couldn’t find him. How`s yours?” Warrick barged inside and Nick closed the door.
“Nothing. ”
“Now what? Call the police?”
“And say what? A CSI can’t find his….his…. What exactly is that guy? Holiday fling? Fuck buddy?”
“No tough questions, I can’t focus.”
“Anybody home?” Greg’s voice boomed from the door. He walked into the living room with Don in tow, carrying several paper bags. “You wouldn’t believe what we-” He stopped talking and took a good look at the two men. “What’s that look?”
“Where the hell have you been?!” Nick exclaimed.
“I told you about it yesterday, remember? I took Don to see the Elvis museum. We were gonna go check the Elvis musical after that, but it was totally booked, so we had to settle for the ABBA musical, but it was pretty good too-”
“G, why the hell didn’t you pick up your phone when I called you?”
“You can’t keep your phone on when you’re watching a show. Didn’t your mama teach you any manners?”
“I can’t believe you’re telling me that….”
“I can’t believe that either.” Greg grinned. “Why’s Ricky here?”
“Looking for him.” Warrick complained and turned to face Don. “I thought you were gone! Or that something had happened.”
“Why would I be gone?” Don looked sincerely puzzled. “Because we had a fight?”
“Yeah!”
“So what, we fight all the time. And then we make up and have sex, you go to work and the next day we start the whole routine all over again. That`s our thing.”
“And Ricky….” Greg interrupted. “I got you a little something from the ABBA gift shop to celebrate your initiation to the dark, male side of decadence.” He grabbed the paper bag he had left on the couch and pulled out a pair of glitter covered pink tights.
Chapter 22