Fic: Seminar, Chapter 24 (CSI/CSI NY/CSI Miami, Don / Warrick, Nick /Greg)
Title: Seminar, Chapter 24
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 Chapter 23
Interlude (NC-17)
Nick`s apartment, Las Vegas
“Wakey, wakey, my sleeping Texan.”
There was a sharp poke at Nick’s ribs and he jumped up in the bed.
“G, I’ve told you not to do that!”
“I tried all the other methods, but you didn’t wake up.”
“You didn’t, you just poked me.” Nick sat up and tried to stretch his limbs. “I’m sore.”
“I know, I’m so big.” Greg commented.
“My neck is sore!”
“I know, but that was just too tempting. Anyway, I got breakfast. Have you ever wondered about it?”
“About your breakfast?”
“When we get off work in the morning we have breakfast, and when we wake up we have breakfast. So we have two breakfasts per day.”
“So what?”
“So do we have two mornings per day too? I mean not real mornings, but-”
“Greg, I’m not awake enough to talk about hypothetical mornings. Especially when I can hardly move my head.” He tried to move his head from side to side and grimaced.
“You didn’t say anything when we left the lab.”
“It wasn’t sore back then, it got sore because of you.”
“I didn’t have anything to do with it.”
“You did. Every time we sleep here you climb on top of me as soon as I’m asleep and I wake up with a sore neck.”
“Quit whining, I climb on you when you’re awake too.”
“Are you going to help me with this or not?”
“You haven’t asked nicely.”
“You caused this, you’ll fix this.”
“Not nice enough. Try again.”
“I’ll never sleep in the same bed with you again.”
“Empty threat.”
“It’s not. I’m in pain here!”
“Then you should use the right phrasing to get what you want. Even little kids know that.”
“Fine. Come here and help me with this.”
“What’s the magic word?”
“I got padded cuffs?”
“Not what I was thinking, but that works too.”
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Warrick`s apartment, Las Vegas
“Are you driving me to the lab again?” Warrick asked after he had shoved some spare shirts to his bag. “We could stop for some dinner on the way.”
“”Good for me.” Flack stated. He was still fiddling with his cell phone. “How bout that Chinese place couple blocks from here?”
“I’ll eat anything.”
“So do I, that’s why the fridge is empty. I’m get some groceries on the way back. Are you ready?”
“For what?”
“Ready to leave.”
“Now? I don’t need to be there for three hours.”
“Yeah, but I got a surprise for you.”
“What kinda surprise?”
“Company.”
“For dinner? Let me guess…. Wolfe from Miami?”
“How the hell did you know?”
“Nick told me he’s coming, their cases are linked.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was gonna keep it as a surprise.”
“So did I, and you ruined it.”
“Well, you ruined my surprise so we’re even.” Warrick smirked. “What time are me meeting him?”
“In half an hour.” Don glanced down at his watch. “Since you mentioned Stokey…. You wanna hear what I heard from Greg?”
“Is it the normal Sanders stuff, or is it something I wanna hear about?”
“You definitely wanna hear this. Stokey told him how you said you know the guy coming from Miami.”
“And?”
“Apparently he draw his own conclusions. He’s sure we had some pervy threesome between the three of us in New York.”
“Seriously?”
“Yep.”
“Wow…..”
“I know. Where did he get that idea?”
“No, I mean wow, as in “I didn’t think he even knows what a threesome is”, or something like that.”
“That innocent?”
“Not innocent, just a naïve Texan. You should have seen him when he first came to Vegas.”
“Culture shock?”
“Oh yeah….” A wide grin spread on Warrick`s face. “Couple weeks after he started at the lab we had a case in one those underground clubs.”
“I didn’t know you had anything underground in Vegas."
“It was like taking a kid to the school on his first day. He had a lot of firsts that day. First drag-queen, first go-go dancer with angel wings….”
“Talk about learning the hard way….”
“Yeah, it was like a ten hour crash course. He almost ran out of the club when he realised one of the “girls” he was interviewing was actually called Larry.”
“Well, I guess he got over it.”
“Mostly…. But he still has problems telling apart a real woman and a transvestite. Maybe that’s why he ended up with Sanders. In Vegas even he is almost normal.”
“Maybe.“ Don agreed. “One more thing…. I promised Greg I’d ask.”
“What?”
“When we get to the lab and Stokey is around…. Could you grope him a little bit?”
“Nick?”
“No, Ryan.”
“I see, you’re trying to drive him up the wall.”
“You don’t wanna do that?”
“I didn’t say that, I’m just wondering why I didn’t come up with that first.”
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DNA lab
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Crime lab, Las Vegas
“I was right!” Nick almost screamed from the door of the DNA lab.
“Don’t scream when I’m up on the ladders.” Greg came down from the ladders and dumped his gloves into the trashcan. “I was smelling the air vent, I’m pretty sure something died in there-”
“I don’t care! I was right! They just did that right in front of me!”
“Who did what?”
“Warrick and his cop!”
“What did they do?”
“They brought that Miami guy here.”
“Yeah, Nicky.” Greg put on his most soothing tone. “He’s here to work on that dead boxer case with you, remember?”
“They were all here together!”
“Here?”
“In the locker-room!”
“Could you just tone down the volume? You’re still screaming.”
“I can’t help it. I saw it myself, Rick just grabbed it and squeezed.”
“He squeezed what?”
“That guy’s ass!”
“Don’s?”
“No, the Miami guy! And that cop was right there!”
“So?”
“And few minutes later I saw Don leaving.”
“Of course he left, he doesn’t work here.”
“One his way out he gave Rick a kiss goodbye.”
“That’s sweet.”
“And then he turned around and gave one to that Miami guy too.”
“Well, he’s very friendly. And Nicky?”
“What?!”
“You should sit down, you’re hyperventilating.”
“I’m not!”
“You’re all white and-”
“My best friend is jumping from a Ladies Man to a Two Stud Bitch, I’m allowed to react!”
“Nicky….” Greg tried to suppress a grin. “Try to think little less like a Texan. In Vegas their three bull rodeo is not exactly the most shocking show in town.”
“How the hell can you be so calm about it?!”
Greg shrugged.
“I grew up in San Francisco, it’s really not that different from Vegas.”
Chapter 25