Fic: Between The Covers, Chapter 6 (CSI, Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders, Warrick Brown)
Title: Between The Covers, Chapter 6
Pairing: Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
Notes: Set after season seven. Contains references to seasons 1-7.
CSI Las Vegas Main List
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
“Come on, man. I know you’re in there.” Warrick pounded on the door once more for emphasis. “I gotta go to work in an hour, hurry up.”
Nick pulled the door open and gave him an annoyed glare.
“We were in the middle of something-”
“I can see that.” Warrick marched into the apartment, looking around for Greg. “Where’s Sanders?”
“Right here.” Greg stepped out of the bedroom and pulled his T-shirt back on. “And this better be good, I just opened a new can of chocolate sauce.”
“Keep details to the bare minimum.”
“I like bare, but not minimum-”
“Sanders.” Warrick grabbed the jar from his hands. “Keep going and shove this down your throat.”
“That’s what Nicky said, but he wasn’t talking about the sauce jar-”
“Both of you…” Nick interrupted. “Let’s go to the living room, and sit down. Warrick will say what he came here to say and then we can go back to…” The Texan blushed and escaped to the living room. “… what we were doing before he got here.”
“Okie dokie.” Greg agreed and followed him onto the couch. Warrick took the padded armchair on the other side of the coffee table. “So what did he wanna say?”
“I came to warm both of you. I heard it from Cath, who heard it straight from the horse’s mouth. Vegas Daily is doing a story of us and that book, it’s coming out tomorrow.”
“I knew that.” Greg yawned. “Tell me something new.”
“You knew about it? How?”
“Someone from the publishing house had seen an advance version of the article and thought I would be perfect for one of their magazines. They called when you were in the shower after that butterscotch fiasco.”
“They wanted to interview you?”
“Yeah, but it would have been mainly a pictorial thingy. They’re doing a special issue called Men of the Law Enforcement: Ten guys who can frisk us anytime they want.”
“What magazine was it?”
“Bare Male, but I think their other magazine does a same kinda story about the woman in law enforcement, so no one’s getting discriminated here.”
“Discrimination wasn’t really my main concern.”
“The guy I talked to said they already asked Mandy, but she said no. They wanted to shoot her playing with her test tubes.”
“Why would they want to see her playing with…” The blush returned on Nick’s face with a vengeance. “Oh…”
“Wanna guess how they wanted to shoot my pics?”
“Can you say it with Warrick sitting here?”
“Why not? It`s not like Ricky`s a stranger to guy-times-two stuff.”
“He`s not-” Nick snapped his mouth shut when he noticed the paniced look on Warrick`s face. “You two?”
“What?” Greg laughed like a deranged hyena. “No! No way!”
“And it was nothing worth talking about-” Warrick tried, but Greg didn’t let him continue.
“Remember last years Christmas party? When half the lab had to stay working and couldn’t attend, because that hii-how cult decided to have a killing spree at the petting zoo?”
“What does that have to with this?” Nick wondered. His eyes were going back and forth between Greg and Warrick. “We didn’t even come back to the party till it was almost over.”
“Yeah, but Ricky-boy here was there the whole night. Mostly around the bar.” Greg grinned. “Bitching about failed marriage, Willows who flirts years after year but always with her top on, lack of domestic beer, forgetting to fill up his kit, jeans that were too narrow for his butt… and so on and so on. According to the bartender he kept bitching for two hours, going from work troubles to lack of action. Then she lost sight of him for a while, but the sounds coming from the men’s room told more than enough.”
Nick stared at Warrick and Warrick stared at the table in front of him.
“Men’s room? Seriously? All the time I’ve known you, you’ve never shown any interest for guys and then you decide to have your first time in the men’s room? Couldn’t even go to your place or his place or even get a motel room…?” Nick’s wail ended with a whimper. “I’ll have nightmares about that sight for the rest of my life.”
“There wasn’t any first time going on!” Warrick almost yelled. “We were both drunk and we fooled around, there was no…” He stammered and his expression turned even more awkward. “Main event.”
“If you can use real words when you talk about hetero stuff, you can use them with this thing too.” Greg encouraged. “Just say it.”
“No.”
“You want me to say it for you?”
“No. That thing was hazy enough, I don’t want to hear any descriptions for what happened and what didn’t happen.”
“Take the step, Ricky. Say it. You didn’t pack the trunk and take the car for a joyride.”
“Sanders-”
“You didn’t stuff the hotdog using the all-natural method.”
“Nick, he’s your problem now, shut him up.”
“You didn’t make him sing show tunes with a polka rhythm?”
“That one didn’t even make sense!”
“I guess not, but whatever you did, Henry couldn’t look you in the eye for weeks.”
“Henry?” Nick squealed. He tried to get his voice under control, but it seemed to have a will of its own. “Lab rat, mamas boy, fidgety Andrews?”
“Yep." Greg confirmed. "That mamas boy had a sleazy little romp in the men’s room while half the lab staff was celebration on the other side of the door. You know what they say about the quiet ones, but he’s not really a quiet one, more like a whiny one, but I think the same principle applies and… and I think I lost my trail of thought. Where were we?”
“Still here and still stunned!” Nick responded and turned to Warrick. “Henry? I mean… Henry?”
“It was a drunken one time thing, and who are you to judge? You got Sanders!”
“Hey!” Greg protested. “At least I can be a gown up and say we just spent the day doing two-stud-rodeo, without playing it down like you do!”
“I came here to warn you too, not to get yelled at!”
“You didn’t have a problem listening to Henry’s screaming in the men’s room!”
“How would you know, you weren’t even there!”
“Yeah, I got called to work, because you were already too drunk to be called in!”
“Excuse me…” Nick pressed his palm against his belly and grimaced. “Can you postpone the fight for a while? I think I’m going to throw up.”
“Aim here.” Greg grabbed the paper basket from the floor and held it under Nick’s face. “Get up and move slowly towards the bathroom, hands on your sides, head tilted down. I’ll hold this in position till we reach the bowl. Trust me, my technique in situations like this is unbeatable. I was always the light of the frat parties.”
“You were never in a frat.”
“No, I just crashed all their parties.”
“I think the butterscotch is coming up…”
“Maybe it was old, I had that jar in the kitchen for at least a year.”
“Either that or the thought of Andrews with his pants down was too…” Nick didn’t finish the sentence. Instead he leaped up and hurried to the bathroom.
Chapter 7