Fic: Seminar, Chapter 52 (CSI/CSI NY/CSI Miami, Nick / Greg, Warrick, Flack)
Title: Seminar, Chapter 52
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 Chapter 46
Chapter 47 Chapter 48 Chapter 49 Chapter 50 Chapter 51
Crime lab, Las Vegas
“You really need to do that every time you come back from a scene?” Warrick complained and followed Nick into the empty DNA lab.
“Do what?”
“Come and report to Sanders.”
“I don’t do that.” Nick shrugged and picked up a plastic bag from the desk. “I just come here to let him know I’m back.”
“And what you did-”
“Stop that.” The Texan buried his face into the bag and took a good sniff.
“What is that?”
“Dried bacon strips I think.” Nick snatched one and took a bite. “These are good.”
“Gimme one.” Warrick picked a piece and chewed furiously. “What kinda guy keeps those around in case he gets hungry?”
“You’d be surprised. Last week his snack was a leftover spring roll on top of a meatball and seaweed sandwich.”
“What’s going on here?” Greg stepped in carrying several boxes of latex gloves.
“How much of those do you use?” Warrick eyed the load. “ You switch gloves after every sample?”
“I switch gloves before and after handling your samples.” Greg smiled widely. “You can never tell where those have been….”
“I’m not in the mood for this. Cut it out or I’ll shove my samples down your throat.”
“That would compromise the chain of custody.”
“I’m starting think it might be worth it.” Warrick gave Nick a warning glare. “And you. Wipe that “Isn’t he cute” look off your face. You two are sappy enough already.”
He walked out and Greg giggled.
“You think I’m cute?”
“Occasionally.” Nick stated.
“I’m always cute. But back to the non-sappy topic, your samples?”
“Bagged and tagged.”
“Thanks. So what kinda case was it?”
“A guy was suffocated.”
“Wife?”
“No.”
“Husband?”
“No.”
“Kids?”
“No.”
“Neighbour?”
“No.”
“General Mustard in the library with a candlestick?”
“No, it was….” Nick tried to figure out how to say it and blushed. "The place was.... it was a stud farm.”
“Since when do horses suffocate people?”
“They don’t.”
“But you were probably right at home there.”
“Greg-”
“Your family had horses back in Texas, right?”
“Greg, it wasn’t a stud farm, it was an establishment called Stud Farm.”
“Never heard of it.”
“It’s a…. a licensed brothel.” Nick stated and paused to wait for the explosion.
Greg just looked at him curiously.
“And why was it so hard to say it? You look like a boiled lobster.”
“You just…. Every time I think I know how you’ll react, you do the exact opposite.”
“Keeps life interesting.” Greg pulled on a new pair of gloves. “So where’s this house of Ill repute? And are you sure they don’t have horses?”
“Maybe twenty miles from the state border. And they don’t have horses, but they did have a lot of guys in chaps.”
“Wait, wait, wait….. Near that old hideous museum?”
“You mean that place where they have the year full of old butter-churns and spindles?” Nick picked another snack from the back and popped it into his mouth.
“Nicky, that place used to be the Cowboy Retreat!”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“The Cowboy Retreat was a part of the old Vegas, that place is a historic landmark!”
“It’s a bordello, where men who can’t even ride a horse play cowboys.”
“It has been a Vegas institution since the 1950s. According to some rumours the founder used to have a wall of fame of their famous clients, did you see it?”
“We just processed the area where the dead guy kicked the bucket, we didn’t take the full tour.”
“At least three senators, two heads of the CIA, more high place feds than you can count and one president! Not to mention all the film stars.”
“A guy gets killed by a phoney cowboy who lost the track of time while sitting on his face. How can you be so excited about it?”
“You know how I love Vegas history! They changed the name quite a few times in the eighties and nineties.” Greg seemed to be ready to burst with excitement. “They already know you there, so you could get me behind the scenes.”
“What? No!”
“Come on, it’s like the holy grail of Sin City history.”
“I’m not taking you there, and I hope I never need to go there again!”
“Guys?” Don knocked on the doorframe and peeked in. “Bad timing?”
“This party spoiler here spent the night at a whorehouse with Warrick but he doesn’t wanna take me there. His very own boyfriend!”
“Bad timing.” Don interpreted and retreated back into the hallway.
“You don’t mind that I had to go to that place but you get mad when I don’t want to take you there?” Nick exclaimed. “If you already know everything about the place, why do you even want to go there?”
“People go to museums all the time even after other people have been there, how is this different?”
“It’s not a museum!”
“That place is a Vegas institution!”
“And soon they’ll have to lock you up into a Vegas institution.”
“Oh really?” Greg’s expression had gone from angry to devilish. “You better watch it, because you know I can make you suffer in less than a minute.”
“Do your best, but we’re not making culture explorations to a whorehouse.”
“Remember Artie?”
“No….”
“My neighbours dog. The one who’s always laying in front of the main door.”
“What about him?”
“Next time you come over you better use the backdoor, or he may try to rip you to shreds.”
“Why?”
“Because you ate all his doggie treats.”
Nick looked down at the empty bag in his hand. He hardly even realised that Greg gave him a pat on the shoulder.
“And I still got more than half a minute left.” Greg smirked, glancing at his watch.
“I think I’ll take a break and get some coffee.”
Chapter 53