Fic: Seminar, Chapter 31 (CSI/CSI NY/CSI Miami, Flack / Warrick, Nick / Greg, Ryan / Eric)
Title: Seminar, Chapter 31
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
CSI Las Vegas Main List
CSI Miami Main List
CSI New York Main List
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) Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26
Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30
Warrick`s apartment, Las Vegas
“She got it.” Greg proclaimed when he and Don returned. “We left it on the doorstep, rang the doorbell and then we ran behind the corner.”
“What are you, five?”
“Five year old doesn’t leave sextoys behind.” Greg grinned. “At least I didn’t…. Do kids do that nowadays?”
“Forget it.” Warrick started to load the coffeemaker. He gave a Don a curious glance. The blue-eye looked like an overeager child. “You really shouldn’t hang out with Sanders too much. He brings out some of your inner child….”
“And I bring out some of your inner slut.” Don grinned. “You don’t seem to mind that.”
“Not in front of the kid.”
“Kid?” Greg tried to sound hurt, but he couldn’t wipe the smug grin off his face. “Trust me, when it comes to man-to-man action, I am The Man. And you’re just The Novice.”
“Yeah, right. Keep your illusions, kid.”
“If you don’t believe me you can ask Nick.”
“I’m not asking Nick about your sexlife.”
“You should, it’s really hot stuff.”
“Do you mind if I interrupt for a minute?” Don intercepted. “How do we know she didn’t just dump her present to the trashcan?”
“I have an idea….” Greg pulled out his cell phone. “Usually her mom drives Lindsay back from school, so she’s probably at the house right now.”
“You’re gonna call her?”
“Yep.” The line snapped open and Greg’s voice jumped up into a high-pitched whining sound. “Helloooo….? This is Trisha from the laaaab. Is CSI Willows home? Oh, reaaalllllyy? How exciiiting…. No, no, let her have her fuuuuun, I will call again lateeeer. Bye, honeeeeey.”
He hung up. Warrick and Don were giving identical stunned looks.
“What’s with the accent?” Don finally asked.
“When I was a kid, my mom loved to watch the Golden Girls. Remember the slutty one with the southern accent?”
“I remember, but your accent was nowhere near that….”
“Well, she bought it anyway.”
“What did she say?”
“She hasn’t seen her today. When they came back, her bedroom door was locked and there was a lot of screaming going on.” Greg wiggled his eyebrows. “So she took Lindsay out for an ice-cream.”
“I guess you found the right present.” Don agreed. “Anything else?”
“Yeah, Warrick…. She thinks you were in there too.”
“Why me?”
“That screaming…. Apparently there was some pretty filthy phrases, including the sentence: Plow me deep you big hunk of dark man-meat.”
“Her mom thought….?” Warrick`s mouth hung open. He couldn’t form a coherent finish to his sentence.
“Her mom heard that and knowing you two have been flirting for ages-”
“Her mom thought….?”
“You’re repeating yourself and close your mouth. Her mom thinks you were in the bedroom making her little girl moan like a donna di strada before payday.”
------------------------------------------
Crime lab, Miami
“How’s the first day back?” Valera stepped into the room and gave Ryan a squeeze on the shoulder.
“Boring. I left to Las Vegas in a hurry, so now I need to finish all the paperwork I left behind.”
“So you don’t mind taking a break?”
“Nope.” Ryan closed the case file with a deep sigh. “Break room?”
“I knew you would ask me that.” Valera pulled two take-away cups from her bag. “Besides, I would have come to you anyway, I can’t get the lid off.”
“Give it to me.” Ryan snapped the lids off and took the other cup.
“I don’t know why they use those plastic things, is it like a man conspiracy? Make sure a gal needs a man to open it for her?”
“Or you could start lifting weights.”
“Why bother when I got a lab full of willing, helpful men at my disposal?”
“Touché…. So what do you want?”
“Just a little chat. First of all, thanks.”
“For what?”
“Eric was driving everyone crazy when you were gone. You know what it’s like when a Russian-Cuban has gone without for few days? It’s a tragic sight.”
“I know, I used it as a weapon when I wanted to throw away some of his flowery shirts.”
“You did that? On behalf of non-visually-impaired people everywhere: Thank you.”
“You brought coffee so we’re even.”
“Good, now we can get to the point. I want your advice.”
“About what?”
“How to satisfy a man if he wants me to wear a strap-on.”
“Valera….”
“I was kidding!”
“I know, but that was a bit too crude for the lab environment.”
“Okay, bad joke. I wanna know about the Vegas lab.”
“Why?”
“I’m planning my vacation, and I need a good potential holiday romance. I checked the personnel list of the Vegas lab.” She pulled a stack of printed personnel records from her bag. “I wanna know what you can tell me about them. Data sheet and a face photo doesn’t tell that much. I need you to fill the necessary gaps. Dating, saggy ass, tinny little voice, acne-”
“You’re choosing your holiday destination based on the potential holiday romances?”
“Yeah. I wanna go somewhere warm, so Vegas would be nice and I need someone I can talk with, between the rounds of sweaty holiday sex. If I can’t find a good target I’ll check the next candidate.”
“What is the next candidate?”
“Anchorage. They got the third best male-female ratio. So, let’s start.” She showed him the first print. “Stokes, Nicholas.”
“Gay and dating.”
“Dawson, Robert.”
“Gay and dating, currently considering adoption with his partner.”
“Johnson, Archibald.”
“Archibald?” Ryan chuckled. “Seriously? Archibald?”
“Yeah…. He’s cute in the picture, but I don’t know if I could get over that name.”
“If it’s any consolation, people in the lab called him Archie.”
“Well….. I’ll put him to my Maybe-pile. Sanders, Gregory.”
“Gay and dating Stokes.”
“Those two?” Valera took the two sheets and eyed them appreciatively. “I guess every lab needs one hot guy-couple. We got you and Eric here, and they got those two.”
“We’re the hot couple of the lab?”
“Yep. We’re betting on how long it will take till you have one of those white-tux ceremonies on the beach.”
“That’s not happening. Ever.” Ryan grimaced. “Those things are so cheesy and tacky I can’t even imagine it. If we decide to do it one day, we’ll probably run away to Vegas and do the ceremonies with an Elvis impersonator.”
“Hey, that’s my dream wedding! I told you we should have hooked up.”
“Too late now.”
“Yeah, but a girl can dream. What about Brown?”
“What about brown?”
“Warrick Brown.”
“Dating a hot cop from New York.”
“Cop or Cop-ess?”
“Cop-ess is not a word. And the cop is very much a guy.”
“Damn….. If I come back from Alaska with frozen toes it’s your fault.”
Interlude