Fic: Seminar, Chapter 46 (CSI/CSI NY/CSI Miami, Flack / Warrick, Nick / Greg)
Title: Seminar, Chapter 46
Pairing: Warrick Brown / Don Flack,
Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko,
Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
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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 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 (NC-17) Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Interlude Chapter 44 Chapter 45
La Mirage Hotel, Las Vegas
“Looks pretty clear to me.” Don shrugged. “He won the jackpot, she wanted to share, he didn’t.”
“Yeah, but hitting somebody with a rhinestone covered purse…." Nick bagged the last of his blood samples. "Isn’t that the most feminine way to kill?”
“I don’t know. My mom said real ladies keep big bags, because they carry half the pharmacy in them just in case.” Don picked up the bloody handbag from the floor. “Are you done with this?”
“Yeah. I’m done. You can tell the hotel manager we’ll be gone soon, he’ll be glad. There’s a insurance representatives convention in town and looks like most of the attendees can’t wait to test the rooms and I don’t mean slumber parties. They can’t wait for the room to be available again.”
“Is that the Texas way of saying they can’t wait to get drunk, gamble and do the nasty with hookers?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, why can’t you just say it?”
“I still can’t even say the word hooker without hearing my mama’s lectures in the back of my head.” Nick closed his kit. “Anyway, that’s how Vegas works: Mild mannered men come here and go nuts.”
“I’ve had similar experiences.” Don grinned. “A suppressed little CSI goes to New York for a seminar, meets a hot cop and can’t wait to pull his pants down.”
“Hey, you’re talking about my buddy.”
“Sorry, I thought it could be an inspirational story. We didn’t go to bed the day we met.”
“Good.”
“It was the day after.”
“Enough about that. And I got rid of my suppressed side when I hooked up with Greg. Well, at least mostly.”
“Speaking of him, he still hasn’t forgiven you.”
“How did you know?”
“I dropped Warrick off at the lab before I came here. Greg was in his lab.”
“And he told you?”
“No, I didn’t really talk to him, but I heard him talking.”
“Who was he talking to?”
“Himself. He was doing that whole Bette Davis scene from whatever movie it was. You know, that “What a dump” monologue.”
“How do you recognise a Bette Davis movie?” Nick grinned. “That’s really…. hardcore gay.”
“Everyone knows that line.” Don stated dryly. “I’ve never seen the movie and I still know it. And you can wipe that smirk off your face, you’re the one in the doghouse.”
“He didn’t even let me in!” Nick exclaimed. “It was just like fighting with one of my old girlfriends from Dallas: A lot of begging and still the gates remained closed.”
“Are we talking about real gates or-”
“Real! He didn’t let me into his apartment, I was camping there in the hallway when they called me in.”
“Get him flowers and serenade him.”
“I can’t sing, and…. Actually, that’s not a bad idea. I could get him flowers.”
“Another bright side about dating a guy. They don’t expect you to apologise with jewellery.”
“That’s a really good thing because with the county pay he would have to settle for some really tiny rocks.”
“You mean-”
“The kind you put on jewellery.” Nick stated with a small grin. “Good thing it’s Greg, that guy can’t hold a grudge.”
“How often do you fight?”
“This is our first fight as a couple.”
“But you’ve argued before that, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Then this is totally different thing.”
“Why?”
“When you’re just buddies, it’s easier to forgive. When you’re a couple it’s more complicated.”
“So what do I do now?”
“Finish here so some poor unsuspecting insurance salesman can bring his hooker here.”
“About Greg!”
“Well… You could really try the flower tactic. And since you insulted a particular body part, you should try to make up for it.”
“Like how? Get one bouquet of flowers for him and another one for his ass?”
“That’s one possibility.”
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Break room
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Crime lab, Las Vegas
Don didn’t see Nick again until four hours later. The Texan barged into the break room looking like he had just won the lottery and carrying several shopping bags.
“I found it. It’s perfect, absolutely perfect.”
“Suspect? We already got one in custody.”
“No, soothing-gift for Greg. And I got some flowers just in case.”
“You went shopping on duty?”
“No, it was my break. I went to that sexshop Greg talked about.”
“The one next to the erotic bakery?”
“Yeah. I got a cake too.” Nick pulled a card from one of the bags and handed it over to Don. “They got these cards about all possible part of a human body.”
Don checked the card and started to read it out loud.
“Ah, the beauty of your back porch, makes me wish I could set up a swing set on it. The curve of your buttocks, reminds me of the bumper of my beloved car, I want to pour hot wax on it and polish it carefully.”
Nick looked ready to burst with pride.
“Great, isn’t it?”
“Your entrance, always so welcoming. Available for guests who seek shelter in the dead of night-” Don gave nick a questioning glance. “Are you serious?”
“It’s romantic.”
“If you think that will get you out of the doghouse, you better start looking for a new boyfriend.”
“I can’t just give him flowers!” Nick deflated and slumped down on a chair. “He would just say I’m trying to buy his forgiveness with a cheap bunch of flowers.”
“What about that?” Don pointed at another bag. “What kinda cake did you get?”
“Chocolate cake with cream and strawberry filling.”
“What shape?”
“What do you mean what shape? A cake-shaped cake.”
“You didn’t look?”
“No….”
“Show me.”
Nick gave him the cake box and Don opened it.
“I think he’ll appreciate this.” Don commented and shoved it to Nick.
“It looks like….” Nick stared at it with his mouth hanging open.
“That’s the whole point of erotic bakery, all their products are shaped to look like body parts.”
“I can’t cut that!” The Texan was bright red. “It would look like I’m circumcising it!”
“Yeah.” Don grinned. “Greg will love it.”
Chapter 47