Fic: Seminar, Chapter 23 (CSI/CSI NY/CSI Miami, Don / Warrick, Nick / Greg, Ryan / Eric)
Title: Seminar, Chapter 23
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 Chapter 21 Chapter 22
Break room
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Crime lab, Las Vegas
“That good?” Warrick stepped into the break room. “You look like a kid who just broke his toy.”
“Nope.” Nick replied and took a long gulp from his coffee mug. “I didn’t break it, I’ll have to share it.”
“Feds?”
“No, the Miami lab. Looks like our case was scene two for a case in Miami, so they’re sending one of their guys here long with the stuff they got from the first case.”
“Anyone we know?”
“No to that one too. I don’t know anyone from Miami, expect that weird one who was here last year.”
“I don’t remember that.”
“Redhead, who had that OCD thing going on with his sunglasses.”
“Okay, I remember now.”
“Anyway, it’s not him. All I know is the name….Fox?”
“Doesn’t ring a bell.”
“Or something like that, sounds like an animal…. Wolfie?”
“Or Wolfe?” Warrick smirked. “That name I do know.”
“Yeah, that’s it. How do you know him?”
“I met him in that seminar in New York. He was in the room opposite mine.”
“What’s he like?”
“You two will probably get along just fine. Are you heading out soon?”
“Yeah, my shift`s over. I’m just waiting for G to finish.”
“You came in the same car?”
“What’s the point of coming in separate cars when everyone knows?”
“Good point. I’ll be heading home too.” Warrick got up but paused at the door. “And you tell Wolfe to give Don a call when he has time. He’ll be thrilled.”
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Ryan’s apartment, Miami
“So why can’t I come with you?” Eric whined. “My last case is wrapped up anyway.”
“Because you didn’t work on the previous case. And I don’t think they would let you go just to keep me company while they are two CSIs down.” Ryan placed a stack of neatly folded shirts to his bag.
“This is not the way I imagined my day off would go….”
“How did you imagine it?”
“Slow morning, up after nine, some morning delight on the kitchen table, then some wet and slippery action in the shower, breakfast and then back to bed.”
“Well, at least you can sleep all you want.”
“I didn’t even get a quickie before you just announced you’re going to Vegas! By the way when is your flight?”
“Soon, so I don’t have time for a quick one on the rug.”
“Damn….”
“Think about it this way: You can actually stay at your place for a change.”
“You don’t want me to stay here?”
“You can stay here, but you just complained few days ago that we never spend time in your place.”
“I didn’t mean I wanna be there alone! I haven’t even set up my webcam!”
“I`ve told you what I think about cybersex and-”
“And you don’t like it, I know. What about dirty pictures on your cell phone?”
“I’m not taking pictures of myself. I’ve seen people doing that and I just don’t understand the purpose.”
“They’re not for you, they’re for me!”
“I’m not sending you dirty pictures.”
“Come on! What about phonesex?”
“That one I can consider.”
“I’ll remind you about that.” Eric grinned. He glanced down at the open gab and frowned. “I really shouldn’t be surprised anymore, but seriously….”
“What?”
“You iron your briefs?”
“It makes them less itchy. And it’s easier to fold them into symmetrical stacks.”
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DNA lab
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Crime lab, Las Vegas
“Can you explain this to me one more time?” Greg poured himself another cup of coffee and took a deep breath. “I’m not saying you’re seeing things but….”
“I know what I see and hear.” Nick defended himself. “He knew the name and he said Flack will be thrilled and he grinned.”
“So what?”
“How many people do you meet in a seminar? A week later you don’t even remember their names and you definitely don’t grin at them.”
“What exactly are you thinking? Warrick travelled across the attendance list and kissed every CSI-frog to find a glass shoe that fits?”
“You’re really mixing metaphors there, G…..”
“You know what I mean. You think he and Warrick had something going on.”
“Wolfe, Warrick and Don! All three.”
“You think they had a happy threesome going on in New York and now the third musketeer is coming here to relive the good old days.”
“Yeah!”
“And what about the two dead boxers?”
“Well….”
“And the first case happened last year. It’s just a coincidence.”
“But what if I’m right?”
“You mean what do we do if they really do have a lovely manly threesome going on.”
“Yeah….”
“We remember our manners, Nicky.” Greg grinned. “We remember to knock and we ask politely if we can join them.”
“G!”
“Sorry. But the mental image is very hot…..”
“Greg-”
“You should see what’s going on in my head….”
“Greg!”
“Nicky, you should know by now when to take me seriously and when I`m kidding. I’m not into that group stuff.”
“Good.”
“And I don’t want any other guy. Just you.”
“Thanks, G. You’re the only guy I want too.”
“That’s really sappy, but appropriate for this moment. Besides, with ten limbs around the whole coordination is tricky-”
“Greg.”
“You know..... My mouth and my brain are my biggest erogenous zones, I’m getting pretty hot here…. Funny how mind can work…” Greg loosened his collar and gave Nick a sultry look. “I’m sooooo gonna jump on you when we get home.”
Interlude (NC-17)