Fic: Seminar, Chapter 37 (CSI/CSI NY/CSI Miami, Nick / Greg, Ryan / Eric, Danny, Stella)
Title: Seminar, Chapter 37
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 Chapter 31 Interlude Chapter 32
Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36
Nick’s apartment, Las Vegas
“Nicky?” Greg bounced in and slammed the door shut. “Nicky Micky Wicky, get up you pretty, Greggy`s back and he wants a quickie.”
“That didn’t rhyme.” Nick commented from the couch. “And what got you so perky?”
“I’m always perky.”
“Yeah, but you don’t usually cover yourself with glitter before making poems about how much you need a quickie.”
“Is it still on me?” Greg shook his head like a wet dog. “Cara had a little accident but it should come when I wash my hair.”
“Who’s Cara?”
“How long have you known me?”
“Years.”
“And how long have I talked to you about Cara?”
“Can’t remember.”
“Just about the same amount of time. She does my hair!”
“Right, that Cara…. What did she do about it?”
“Are you blind? I know average guys aren’t supposed to see important little things but I thought I had weeded that habit out of you.”
“Sorry. What did she do to you?”
“She switched my highlights from Desert Moonlight to Blond Bombshell!”
“Of course, I can see that now….” Nick said, but not very convincingly. “How did you get glitter on you?”
“There was this Goth chick in the chair next to me, and Cara was dying her hair and getting it ready for a girls night out on the town.”
“Since when do Goths use glitter?”
“She ditched her faith and dyed her hair blond. She decided to quit when she realised she was only allowed to use black nail polish. Cara wanted to throw in an extra layer of glitter on her do for free to celebrate her liberation and return to the feminine side.”
“I thought Goths are very feminine.”
“Well, Goth-guys yes. All got chicks look the same, Morticia Addams wannabes who look ready to kill you if you talk to them. I should know, I got my ass kicked several times when I had my short Goth-phase. And always by the girls, the Goth boys are real pussycats.”
“Greg….”
“Anyway, she had the jar in her hand and her sleeve got caught in the girls nose ring.”
“I got the picture, let’s switch topic.”
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Crime lab, New York
Stella looked at with a worried frown. Finally she stepped into the break room and grabbed the coffeepot from Danny.
“You’re supposed to pour it into a mug first.”
“It’s empty. There was some slush in the bottom, I was trying to get it out.”
“We’re out of coffee?”
“Not for long.” Danny snatched the pot back and started to load the coffeemaker. “I need another dose too.”
“Danny?”
“Yeah.”
“How much coffee have you had today?”
“Not much. Two pots in the morning, and I got an espresso on the way here an-”
“Danny, look me in the eye.”
“Why?”
“You look like a druggie buzzing around on Speed.”
“I just need to stay awake, sue me.”
“When was the last time you slept?”
“Can’t remember. You know colic?”
“Sure.”
“I’m pretty sure that kid has developed some new variation of that, something that causes a lot of noise twenty-four seven. She screams at me, Lindsay screams at me and when I come here you scream at me.”
“I don’t scream.”
“My head’s killing me, right now everything higher than a whisper sounds like a scream. Plus I did something really stupid yesterday.”
“What?”
“You know how my mouth takes over when I’m tired?”
“I know…..” Stella chuckled. “Believe me, I know….”
“I called Don, but Warwik answered his phone.”
“Warrick.”
“Whatever. I think I slipped something.”
“About what?”
“Don.”
“You mean….?”
“Yeah, that.”
“You told him? Don wanted to tell him when the right time comes.”
“I know! And I didn’t really say it, but he got suspicious. I tried to mislead him but I don’t know if it worked.”
“How did you distract him?”
“I’m not sure. When I’m sleep deprived and over-caffeinated I babble and then I forget what I talked about. I’m pretty sure I said something about a rectal thermometer…..”
“How does that come up in a conversation?”
“I’m not sure, but I think I brought it up.”
“Just like that? You`re having a normal conversation and suddenly you decide to talk about something you shove….” She shooks her head with a look of disgust. “….there.”
“You never knew my mom. That thing was my worst fear when I was a kid.”
“And you talked about your childhood rear-problems to a stranger.”
“No need to remind me about that. Don called me this morning, the guy didn’t guess what’s going on.”
“Good. Was he mad at you?”
“No, he thought the whole thermometer thing was hilarious. And he wanted to know why I told Warwick to maintain his ass to make sure the relationship lasts or something like that.”
“Did you actually say that?”
“It was just one of those things you say when you try to finish a call…. Like “We gotta talk again“, or “Drop by anytime”, or something like that.”
“Take care of your butt is not exactly a standard pleasantry in conversation.”
“I know, I know….”
“And stop doing that.”
“Doing what?”
“Chewing the grains.” Stella pulled the bag of coffee from him. “You can’t just chew them dry like that.”
“The coffee’s not ready yet.” Danny shrugged. “This is the only way I’ll survive the whole shift.”
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Ryan’s apartment, Miami
“Eric?” Ryan stared at the screen of his laptop. “Have you been talking to Don behind my back?”
“Which one?”
“The one from New York who’s in Vegas now.”
“No. Why?”
“I got an e-mail from him.”
“And?”
“I mentioned some time ago that we’re having our anniversary soon, he send his congratulations.”
“What does that have to do with me?”
“I was just wondering if this is some kind of a joke….”
“What kinda joke?”
“The PS. He writes: Certain somebody told me that a healthy sexlife can cause damages if you skip maintenance. Pass Eric’s rear my congrats and remember to use enough lube.”
“Are you kidding?”
“No. There has to be a joke in there somewhere, but I have no idea what the punch line is.”
Chapter 38