Fic: Advanced Classes, Chapter 5 (CSI, Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders, Warrick Brown)
Title: Advanced Classes, Chapter 5
Pairing: Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders,
Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders / Warrick Brown
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
CSI Las Vegas Main List
Sequel to Easy Lessons:
Chapter 1/3
Chapter 2/3
Chapter 3/3, Part I (NC-17)
Chapter 3/3, Part II(NC-17)
Epilogue
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 (NC-17) Chapter 4
“Left, right, left, right-”
“We’re not on a march here, G.” Nick interrupted and pulled Greg back to the backseat. “And don’t harass the driver.”
“I won’t harass the driver as long as he follows instructions.” Greg patted Warrick`s shoulder and left his hand to rest there. “I know where we’re going.”
“I’m sure you do…” Nick shivered. Greg had dragged them out of the club as soon as Nick and Warrick had finished their staggering stage debut, packet them into the car and given directions. The jittery, over energetic tone made Nick more than little worried.
“Left or right?” Warrick asked and glanced over his shoulder. The road had turned into a small path across the desert, hardly wide enough for the pickup truck.
“Just straight ahead.”
“There’s nothing here.”
“I know.”
“Okay…” He turned the car to the left in the crossing. “Why are we going here?”
“Night, Warrick dear.” Greg stated in his best Film Noir Narrator voice. “The night of the Nevada desert. Unlike any other. Emptiness as far as the eye can see. Chilly wind taking away the remains of the daily heat. Stars coming out show the way for travellers.”
“We’re going stargazing?”
“Something like that.” Greg snapped off his seatbelt. “Stop here.”
“We’re in the middle of nothing.”
“I know.”
Warrick pulled over to the side of the road. Greg leaped out of the car before it even came to full stop. He tilted his head up to look at the stars.
“Look at that.”
“What are we looking at?” Nick followed him while Warrick sat down on the hood of the car. “There’s nothing to see.”
“You’re a Texas boy, you should know where to at. Full moon.”
“I can see that, but would have seen it in Vegas too.”
“I think we’re still in Vegas… barely. But it’s different here. Nothing as long as the eye can see and stars and a big ball hanging from the sky.”
“It’s bigger in Texas.” Nick shrugged. He walked up to Greg and wrapped his arms around the blonds shoulders, pressing himself against Greg’s back.
“According to you, everything’s bigger in Texas. I’ve never tried other Texans, so I can’t comment on that.”
“Warrick?” Greg tilted his head to the side. “You still got that blanket somewhere?”
“Yeah, somewhere.” Warrick got up from the hood went to rummage through the things stashed behind the seats. After a while he pulled out a ratty old blanket. “Gotta warn you: Last time I used this I was taking my pal’s dog to the vet.”
He spread the blanket to the back of the pickup.
“If you’re allergic to dog hair, tell me now.”
“No, when I was a kid our neighbours dog was my best friend.” Greg sat down on the blanket and leaned back to look at the dark sky. “But the feeling wasn’t mutual.”
“Why not?”
“I showed my love by yanking its tail all the time. There`s still room for two more.” Greg patted the blanket. Nick crawled onto his left side while Warrick took the right side. Both men had to shimmy close to Greg to avoid contact with the cool metal of the sides, and Greg let out a contended sigh. “Body heat and a full moon.”
“How can you go from hyperactive to… that?” Warrick wondered. He looked over the blonds head, but Nick just shrugged as well as his position allowed.
“This is just like that movie…” Greg stated with a dreamy tone. “A hot, sexy blond in the middle of the Nevada desert, stars above…”
“What movie?”
“Misfits. Ever seen it?”
“No.” Warrick said carefully. “I’m gonna regret asking this, but who was the hot blond?”
“There’s only two truly hot blonds.” Greg giggled cheerfully. “Me and Marilyn.”
“Okay… then who are we?”
“There was Monty Clift and Clark Cable, take your pick. Other one had his face smashed in when a bull got angry at a rodeo and other one had that hideous moustache… Hey, that’s my Nicky! So you gotta be Monty.”
“Why do you always have to bring that up?” Nick groaned. “I shaved that off long ago, there’s not need to keep bringing it up.”
“There is, because I’m still having nightmares sometimes… and remember that waitress at the diner? She hit you with the menu.”
“When and where was I?” Warrick interrupted.
“Can’t remember, but he thought some kinda parasite or something was attacking Nicky and just whacked him with the menu.”
“Was there blood?”
“Little bit, but I got a free desert so there was a silver clouding.”
“Lining.”
“No, clouding. It’s like pudding except there’s meringue on top.”
“How the is it possible you’re so skinny?” Warrick mused with clear amusement. “You eat more sugar than an average five ear old.”
“I burn it all off.”
“I can vouch for that.” Nick assured. “Only grown up I’ve ever seen in a slip`n slide with a bunch of kids, all under ten. I got a lot of complaints from the other parents. They all came to me and wanted to know if that insane big one was mine.”
“The only limit was “no kids under three”. I was totally allowed to be there.” Greg stated pulled both men closer. The metal under them that had warmed up during the drive was beginning to cool off. “It’s getting chilly. Do your job, guys.”
“What are we? Your personal radiators?”
“Yeah.”
“Can we go home now?” Nick asked. “Or at least get in the car?”
“Not yet. How many times have you been outside after dark when you don’t have a case to work on?”
“Not many.”
“Kinda makes you wonder… about all the big questions...” Greg’s tone had turned dreamy. “If space can be considered to be infinite, and earth is just a tiny piece of it, why would they send Mork travelling though space in his egg-ship just to examine the humankind? And if man really did make it to the moon, why have they been repeating the same storylines in every single Star Trek show and movie since the sixties? And if Alf really ate cats, but didn’t eat the Tanner’s pet cat, why did he-”
“Greg?” Nick interrupted. “Where are you going with this? Through the space…”
“I was thinking about what I said when I was chewing your head off…”
“Which time are we talking about?”
“When I said you two could have just told me. About everything. And I said we could have worked something out, like Thursday’s from nine to five.”
“You’re really thinking about it?” Nick looked over the blonds shoulder. Warrick looked just as surprised.
“You mean we could come up with some kinda arrangement?” Warrick questioned.
“Yeah, but… it’s up to Nicky.” Greg turned his head to meet the Texan’s eyes. “Your decision.”
“I… If I were against it, I wouldn’t be here now.” Nick stated with a slight nod. “What do you have in mind?”
“That thing you said about moving in together-”
“You two are gonna move in together?” Warrick interrupted.
“We were talking about it, and I found this great loft.” Greg beamed. “And mister KillJoy here said it was too big for two. I checked the listing and it’s still available.”
“I think I know where you’re going…” Nick said carefully. “… but I want to hear it from you.”
“It would be a great place for three guys. Warrick would have his own bedroom so we could all have some time alone when we need it… I think it could be a great solution for everyone.” He twisted his head back to face Warrick. “And I remember you said you were looking for a new place after that rat argument with your landlady…”
“I… wow…”
“Let’s take a vote. Anyone against the idea?”
Nick and Warrick kept their hands down.
“That’s what I thought.”
Chapter 6