Fic: Before & After, Chapter 7 (CSI, Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders)
Title: Before & After, Chapter 7
Fandom: CSI
Pair: Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
Spoilers: Play With Fire
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
CSI Las Vegas Main List
“Who’s meds are they?” Doc Robinson asked and leaned back in his chair to get
more comfortable.
“Nobody you’d know. Are you going to tell me?” Nick sighed.
“Yes, yes, I’ll tell you.” He took few prints from the drawer of his desk. “Like I told
you on the phone the first one is prescription-only, but it’s prescribed commonly.
It’s not even very strong. The next two look like a post treatment cocktail, for pain
and to prevent infections.”
“What about the last two?”
“That’s what I was wondering. They are both for pain, and pretty heavy stuff. Nobody
prescribes them for some little ache.”
“Meaning what?”
“You said doctor Montiel prescribed all of them? The one who’s in the Presbyterian
Hospital?”
“I think so. Why?”
“I know him. He’s very old school, and he doesn’t write prescriptions for this type
of things unless it’s something serious.”
“How serious?”
“Ask whoever uses them.” Doc got up and shoved the prints to Nick. “Sometimes I’m
really happy all my patients are lost causes. They don’t moan, complain or sue me
for malpractice.”
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Nick walked out of the morgue and almost ran into Sara.
“Is Doc in?”
“Yeah, are going to the post?”
“Catherine had to go back to the scene, so Yeah. After picking up pieces of that guy
from the freezer, I don’t have that much desire to see it all combined.”
“Think of it as a puzzle.” Nick scanned his beeping beeper. “My DNA`s done. Finally.”
“I know. Marsden is one step away from gathering a lynch mob.”
“Sign me up.”
“Now that we’re on the topic, you when Greg’s coming back?”
“No. He haven’t said. He still has couple weeks left of his sick leave.”
“Somebody said he was in Grissom`s office just now.”
“Somebody?”
“You know how it goes. Everything that happens here end up on everyone’s lips
in less than one hour.”
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“I’m away for few weeks and you hog my coffee stash.” Greg was standing on
a chair and rummaging thought the top cabinet.
“Your fault, if you leave it laying around….” Warrick grinned.
“It was in an old cookie jar that was labelled “Grissom`s Experiment” and pushed
to the furthest end of the shelf behind everything else. That’s not laying around.”
“It is when people here are used to digging. By the way, you look like hell.”
“Thanks. I got a headache and can’t shake it off.”
“Go to a doctor.”
“I did. According to him it’s normal after a concussion.”
“You got a concussion too?”
“Yeah, but that was the least painful part of it.” Greg tried to pull off the lid from
a cookie jar and almost fell down. “You wanna do the honours?”
Warrick took the jar and twisted the lid off. “You ever heard of gyms?”
“I just can’t do anything too physicalel when it feels like my heads about to explode.”
“So why are you here?”
“I had to take the paperwork for my sick leave to the administrators.”
“At seven in the morning?”
“It was kind of a compromise. If I don’t take meds for the headache I can’t sleep.
If I take them I’m asleep all the time.” Greg grabbed the jar back and started
munching on a cookie.
“So… How are you doing?”
“You just said I look like hell, what do you think?”
“I meant with Nick. And that other guy. Is it serious?”
“With who?”
“That Kevin guy.”
“I dont know. I don’t think so.”
“So why are you seeing him?”
“I… I don’t want things to go back to the way they were before. I like Nick. A lot.
But I’m not that sure if I can trust him.”
“Okay.”
“You came all the way here to eat our cookies?” Nick walked in and snatched
one from the tin.
“They’re not your cookies. That little old lady from the archives brings them.”
Greg answered. “How’s work?”
“I’m just about to strangle that tech they borrowed from days. The one who’s
filling in for you.”
“I know, I know. Nobody handles your semen like I do.” Greg paused. “And I
didn’t mean that he way you may think.”
“Right….”
“Why do you always assume I’m talking dirty when I-” Greg’s words suddenly
stopped. He tried to get his mouth to operate, but his whole body seemed
frozen in place. His eyes started to roll backwards.
He collapsed on the floor before anyone could react.
TBC