Fic: Some Friendly Groping (CSI, Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders)
Title: Some Friendly Groping
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
CSI Las Vegas Main List
“She did it again!” Nick groaned when he walked into the locker room.
“Let me guess….” Greg grinned. “Your number one fan?”
“Who else! I got fingerprint shaped bruises all over my ass. No matter how
many times I tell her I’m not interested, she keeps doing that.”
“What did Becky do this time?” Greg still couldn’t wipe the smirk away from
his face. “Last time I saw her she was too busy taking calls to even say Hello.”
“Suggestions!”
“What kind of suggestions?”
“The kind of suggestions I never want to hear from a sweet old lady in her sixties.”
“You gotta admit she’s pretty agile.”
“And she has really quick fingers.”
“Why don’t you just tell her that you’re seeing somebody?”
“If I tell her I’m seeing somebody, she’ll want to know who it is, and I can’t lie!
“Well…. You’re the one who decided to wait before telling people.”
“I know, I know. I want them to know, but I want to make sure it’s the right time.”
“What is the right time?”
“I’m not sure… I mean, how do you tell people you’ve know for years that you’ve
found your inner Rainbow boy with a co-worker?”
“Rainbow boy… Is that a Texas term?” Greg smirked.
“No…”
“Call it whatever you want, but if you’re serious about moving in together you
better get used to it.”
“Yeah. And I am. Serious, I mean.”
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The next attack took place in the break room. To make matters worse, Nick was
accompanied by Catherine, Warrick. The cheerful receptionist made her entrance
with a squeak. “Oh, there you are!”
Nick leaned back against the couch cushions and tried to blend in.
“Sweetie, you didn’t answer my calls. I just love it when my man plays hard to
get.” She parked herself on the chair next to Nick. “Are you coming to see me
tonight?”
“I… I… I`m busy.” Nick stammered.
“Of course you’re coming, honey. I went out yesterday and bought some nice lingerie
for our night of passion.”
All the normal conversation experienced a sudden death. Everyone was staring
at the gray haired receptionist and Nick, who was blushing furiously.
“Nick, is there something you would like to tell us?” Catherine giggled.
“Yeah, I had no idea…” Warrick had to press his palm against this mouth to control
his laughter. “Congratulations, man.”
“We’re not together!” Nick busted.
“My Wick-Wicky Cowboy is so shy. Isn’t that adorable?” Becky leaned as close to Nick
as she could and cooed like a horny heroin in a Harlequin novel. “It’s so sexy. And that
butt. Just like my Arnie used to have in the good old days! I always loved squeezing it.
Like two cantaloupes in a queue.”
“Where’s cantaloupe and can I have some?” Greg walked in and headed to the coffee
maker. "What’s going on here?”
“A French bedroom farce, Vegas style.” Catherine commented.
“Nick has a new girlfriend.” Warrick explained. “And they’re getting hot and bothered
on company hours.”
“Becky please, just stop this!” Nick yelped when her hand wondered to his thigh.
“Of course, lover. We can continue later at my place.”
“No, just stop that! Listen to me. You’re a very nice lady, but I’m seeing somebody.”
“Who?”
“Just somebody.”
“Well, it cant be too serious, if nobody knows about it.”
“It is serious.” Nick gave Greg an angry look. “And you’re enjoying this way too much!”
“It’s too funny!” Greg chuckled. “You can’t expect me to keep a straight face.”
“This is not funny anymore!”
“Would you prefer black lace or red sating on me, beefcake?” Becky asked in a
conversational tone. Their audience started laughing again.
“That’s it.” Nick groaned. “You want to know who it is? Fine, I’ll show you.”
He got up, walked to Greg, pressed him against the cupboard and kissed him.
When he pulled back he turned to check everyone’s reactions. To his surprise
everyone looked suspiciously smug.
“Finally.” Catherine said dryly. “After five months I was sure Greg would dump
you, if you don’t get your mouth open.”
Nick couldn’t get a word out. Be just stared at them.
“You… you… you knew?”
“Nicky, everyone in the lab knew. You’re not exactly good at keeping secrets.”
“We thought it would be kinder to give you a chance to tell us yourself.” Warrick
continued. “I have no idea how Sanders let you go on keeping it secret that long.”
“Me neither.” Greg agreed. “You gotta admit the whole plan was pretty inventive.”
“What plan?” Nick asked. He had no idea what they were talking about.
“The whole class in work related granny groping.” Greg beamed. “By the way,
Becky, you a great job. Thanks a lot.”
“You’re welcome, honey. I had a lot of fun.” Becky nodded.
“You mean you planned the whole thing to out us?” Nick gasped.
“If I had left that part to you we would still be waiting two years from now.”
“And it was very entertaining.” Catherine chirped. “We have a betting pool in
the Trace lab.
“Betting?”
“About how long it would take before you crack.” She put her mug down and got
up. “I think it’s time to get back to work.” Catherine left and Warrick followed her,
and gave Nick a small pat on the back on his way out.
“I should go too.” Becky grinned. “You two probably want to have a moment
alone.” She gave them a smile and left.
“I can’t believe this. They knew all along.”
“And now you confirmed it, and the sky didn’t fall down.”
“You’re going to pay for this when we get off.”
“Promise?”
“Yep.”
“And one more thing…”
“What?”
“I agree with Becky. Your butt is very nice.”
“Thanks, but don’t mention any cantaloupes. The thought of those creates
some very nasty mental images…”
“I wont. But now than you mentioned it, I suddenly got a weird craving for
fruit salad.”