Envious Angel: Hey everyone! How have you been? Me okay... Anyway I was reading CSI fanfics and then I started listening to Big and Rich's 'Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy' being of perverted mind every now and then I immediately wanted to write a fic about Nick and Greg... wow... anyway, here you go. This fic is special, this is one of the fics I'm going to put out before I let even my beta readers get a hold of it. It'll be point of view changes quite frequently, so if you want this to stop in the second chapter than please tell me so.
Disclaimer: You would know if they belonged to me. Sadly they don't.
---Capitulo Uno---
;-;Greg ;-;
I sat in the lab analyzing new evidence found by my crime partner for this case, Warrick, it bugged me; I was supposed to be a 'field mouse' as the rest of the team dubbed him, and here I was sitting in the lab that I thought I had left behind. 'I guess I can't complain, I'd miss the lab too much if I didn't come back every now and then.' I thought glumly. 'I guess Grissom knows what he's doing, otherwise he wouldn't have me working double as a CSI and a Lab Tech.'
I finished analyzing and stood to go find my partner to go over the evidence. As I turned around, I stopped short just now noticing that Nick was in the lab talking to another of the Lab Techs. Instantaniously thoughts flooded my mind, erotic images of being bound with Nick above me, panting and moaning. Quickly rushing by hoping I wouldn't draw attention to myself, my hopes were dashed though considering my mad dash to get out of the lab sent the papers on the other Lab Tech's desk flying.
"Hey Greg!" I stop as Nick greets me. "Long time no see, I guess Grissom has you working as hard as the rest of us." Nick said with a smile. I turn to face him and feign a smile in return. He gives me a hard stare and I just have to wonder what's going on behind those dark eyes. "Are you okay Greg? You look a little pale..." Nick asks putting the back of his hand to my forehead. "You're warm." He stated simply. I curse his altruism, and push his hand away jokingly.
"I'm fine Nick, nothing's wrong with me, it's just a little stuffy in here that's all." I gave my trade-mark goofy grin and left. Sighing after I got out of sight of the lab, I started my search for my partner in the break room and luckily enough there he was. "Hey Warrick, got the results from our case done." I smile and sit down next to him, open up the folder, and only half-mindedly listen to what Warrick is saying. 'He was actually concerned about me.' I think and sigh out of pure boredom.
T-T Nick T-T
I watch as Greg disappears around the corner not exactly knowing what to think, he has never acted buddy buddy with me before, if the best words for how Greg treats me is that he doesn't even acknowledge that I exist. 'What's his vendetta with me, and why is he trying so hard to be friends with me now? If I didn't know any better I'd think he were flirting with me.' I think slightly off. 'Yeah get real Stokes, in your dreams is where Greg flirts with you.' I mentally scold myself for having such thoughts , then a blush works it's way across my face as I think of what it would feel like to be buried in that tight little ass that I love admiring so much. I snap back to attention to see the Lab Tech I was talking to looking at me like I grew another head.
"What?" I ask a little uncertain if I wanted to know why she was looking at me like that. When she didn't say anything I tilted my head slightly, she narrowed her eyes and then pointed downwards with those piercing eyes. I frowned and looked down, then groaned with embarassement. "I'll be back for that evidence later." I took off top speed towards the restrooms and locked myself in one of the stalls. I growl and undo my jeans, reaching under my boxers I grasp my erection, hissing slightly at the newly applied pressure. I imagine Greg underneath me, writhing in pleasure, moaning my name. I can't stop the moan that escapes my lips. I thrust into my hand coming hard, with a moan that could just barely be made out to be Greg's name.
I sigh and grab a handful of toilet paper wiping my hand and what little bit of my semen that had spilled out onto the front of my pants. I open the door to the stall to grab some paper towels and wipe away more with water, but stop as I see the man that I was just fantasizing about standing just inside the door to the restroom. A light flush across his features, I make a move towards him and he shakes his head, turns and leaves the restroom.
"Good one Stokes." I mutter to myself as I wipe off as much of the evidence of my little excursion as I possibly could. Sighing as I inspect myself I head out and back to the lab where I pick up the DNA samples I had dropped off, I go sit in the break room with Warrick who's pouring over the results that no doubt Greg had come out with. I nod a quick acknowledgement to Warrick, grab a cup of coffee and sit at the table with my old friend.
;-;Greg ;-;
I sigh boredly again and get up to leave. I had gotten to the door when Warrick's voice stopped me.
"Where do you think you're going?" He asked without even looking up from the evidence results.
"I'm going to the restroom, I had too much damned coffee." I hear him chuckle as I head towards the restroom. I get inside and hear soft moans coming from the farthest stall. It isn't so strange that one of the other guys would be in there jacking off to the thoughts of their girlfriends. I was turning to leave when I heard that voice moan my name, I stood rooted to the spot facing toward the stall as it opened, my eyes widened as I saw it was Nick. He looked at me horror-struck, we stood there like that for a few seconds. I saw him step forward, I don't know why but I felt the need to step back, I shook my head and turned fleeing the room. 'Was he actually fantasizing about me or does he know another Greg.' I mentally scold myself, I head to Grissom's office. Knocking on the door, I wait a moment before I hear the muffled response, going in I notice that Brass is there. Looking from one to the other he could tell they were discussing something important.
"Am I interupting?" I ask uncertainly.
"No actually Greg, detective Brass and I were just finishing up our meeting." Grissom stood and shook Brass' hand, then when the door ws shut he asked. "What do you need?" I sigh and ready myself for his calm berrate about needing me there to work my cases, but I needed time off.
"Grissom, is it okay if I take medical leave? I've been sick lately and I think it would start to effect me." I say quickly looking at the ground hoping Grissom would understand and let me take my leave. After a moments silence, I looked up and saw the knowing look in his eyes.
"You just found out about Nick's crush on you." It was more of a statement than a question. I nodded in response. "Well... it's alright with me, I can understand something like that." He smiled and nodded.
"Thanks Grissom." I say as I nod and turn to leave. I head to the break room and see Nick sitting next to Warrick. 'I can't go in there when Nick's in there.' I turn and head for the parking garage.
T-TNick T-T
I had finished my case some four hours later and was headed home, Grissom had come to the break room about ten minutes after I got there and told Warrick that Greg had gone home on medical leave. He gave a short nod then had looked up frowning.
"Why?" He had asked still frowning. "What's wrong with him?" Warrick asked, Grissom had looked up from the coffee pot and looked at me, that look always unnerves me, he must've figured something had happened.
"Yes, he had a high temperature and I told him that he should go home and get some rest, that I would send someone to check up on him in a couple of days." Grissom had gavin a small smile then left the break room, shutting the door with a quiet snap. I had felt Warrick's eyes on me and when I looked at him I saw a look of sympathy.
"He knows doesn't he?" He had asked me smirking.
"Who? Grissom?" I said, feigning ignorance. He punched me in the arm and shook his head.
"Greg knows, doesn't he?" Warrick restated his question. I had sighed and nodded, Warrick has been my best friend for nine years now. He knows that I'm a homosexual, not once has he turned on me, always being there. In all actuality Warrick was my brother.
"Yeah." I whisper, I had said it more to myself then the man that was sitting next to me. I felt his hand on mine, giving slight comfort, then I moved mine away. "Do you want people to think I converted you?" I had asked jokingly, trying to lighten the mood that spoke of oncoming depression. Warrick laughed and shook his head then turned back to the DNA results that had been sitting in front of him, I had done the same and had enough evidence to put that sorry S.O.B in jail for a long time.
Envious Angel: I'm going to stop right there. -blinks- Woah, my first cliffhanger... scary... Well review if you like it, or if you don't like it, either way. Please review. I won't continue this unless I get some reviews. Same with 'Coming Back' my Harry Potter fic. So review have fun either complimenting or dissing my work, either way I at least know how to respond. Oh yeah, don't forget that if you want the point of view changes to stop just tell me. Well check you later!