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nickngregFirst time posting here! Got 2 fics up, hope you like them!
Fic 'In the Shadows' based on the Rasmus song. Post Grave danger, Nick gets dragged to a club and finds the one thing he wanted.
Rating PG13
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I wish I did.
In The Shadows
I've been watching, I've been waiting
In the shadows for my time
I've been searching, I've been living
For tomorrows all my life
Nick stood in the shadowy recess of the club watching the crowd gyrate to the pulsating beat. Greg and Warrick had dragged him here in a blatant attempt to get him ‘out of the house’ and if he was honest, he was glad to be somewhere with people, noise, life. The thought of being alone, silence echoing around him….he shivered and pushed the thought to the back of his mind. Swigging his beer, he made his way towards the seating area and found Warrick working his charm on a pretty blonde. “Hey man!” Warrick grinned, slapping a heavy hand on Nick’s arm, obviously a little worse for wear. “Chrissie, this is Nick Stokes, best friend a man could have!” Nick smiled at the girl and leaned in close. “Hey, have you seen Sanders anywhere?” Warrick shrugged his shoulders “Probably on the dance floor, I saw him there earlier with a real hottie.”
Nick nodded as he tried to ignore the stab of jealousy that suddenly gripped him. He forced another smile as he left and made his way to a better vantage point, spotting Greg in the middle of the throng, bleached blond hair wild in the strobe lighting and his face slicked with sweat. His eyes were closed as he moved, totally oblivious to anything but the rhythm.
Nick felt the familiar knot of desire in his stomach as Greg raised his arms, his torn red Marilyn Manson t-shirt lifting to reveal flashes of toned abs and sharp hipbones leading down to his black low riding jeans. As the song ended he looked up and noticed Nick was watching him, so gestured to him mouthing the words “Come and dance“. Realising this was futile, he pushed his way through the bodies and joined the Texan. With a cheeky wink he grabbed the beer and Nick couldn’t help but gaze lustfully at him as he tipped his head back, swallowing the cold liquid. His lips gently encircled the bottle, his Adams apple bobbing with every gulp, rivulets of sweat slipping from his forehead and tracing a path over cheekbone, past his jaw line and pooling in his collarbone. Fighting the urge to reach out and wipe the drops away, Nick quickly shoved his hands into his pockets and tried to look nonchalant.
“Hey, it’s killer out there!” Greg had leaned in close to be heard over the music, lips almost touching Nick’s ear, breath hot and sweet. “You should come and dance, there’s plenty of chicks to choose from.” He placed both hands flat on Nick’s chest, feeling the rapid heartbeat within. Gaining courage from the mix of alcohol and adrenaline, he said seductively “Or you can dance with me…” Nick’s shocked expression only made Greg push closer. “You were watching me out there, weren’t you?“ He slowly moved his hands up Nick’s firm chest and clasped them behind his neck. Their faces were so close that he could see Nick’s pupils dilate and hear him moan softy with long repressed desire. His tongue subconsciously ran over his lips and Greg took the gesture as an invitation. Looking deep into troubled brown eyes, he whispered “What do you want, Nick?”
Nick swallowed hard “I just want to feel alive again”
Lately, I've been walking, walking in circles
Watching, waiting for something
Feel me, touch me, heal me
Come take me higher
Nick had imagined the kiss many times, expecting it to be exuberant, crazy and maybe a little sloppy, much like Greg himself. Instead he felt soft lips tentatively searching him out, tongue gently slipping from between moist lips to taste him, drawing him deeper. They kissed fervently until the need for oxygen reluctantly broke them apart and they stood gasping, holding each other, both unwilling to let go. Greg traced Nicks lip with his thumb and smiled. “You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to do that, ‘specially after everything that’s happened. I thought I‘d lost you back then, I thought I‘d never get to tell you how I felt” Nick could only nod his agreement, having lost the ability to speak somewhere in the kiss. He nuzzled into the hollow of Greg’s neck and sighed contentedly. Greg pulled him into a fierce hug and kissed the top of his head. “I’ll always be here for you. It’s time for you to live again babe. It’s time to come out of the shadows.”
I've been watching
I've been waiting
I've been searching
I've been living
for tomorrows
In the shadows
I've been waiting
Fic: You learn something new everyday. Nick and Greg process a scene at a gay bar. Why does Greg know his way around?
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I wish I did.
You learn something new everyday
Greg had just poured steaming hot coffee for Nick, Warrick and Sara when Grissom came into the break room, arms filled with files and papers. “No time for coffee I’m afraid guys! Warrick, Sara, you have an assault at the Tangiers, and Nick and Greg…” he checked the slip of paper that was balanced on the top of the teetering pile “You have a homicide at ‘Corpo Provocante’ on the Strip, get going. Brass and David are already on their way”
Nick thought he saw Greg’s eyes darken when he heard the name, but decided he’d imagined it when a huge grin formed on his face. “Hey can I drive?” When Nick shook his head no, he put his hands on his hips in mock disdain. “OK then, but I get to control the radio.”
They drove to the club making small talk about the weather and the people cruising the strip. Greg seemed slightly uneasy and kept shifting in his seat, twisting the seatbelt around his fingers.
As they pulled up outside the club, they saw Brass waiting at the entrance.
“Hey” he acknowledged them with a nod, opening the door and entering. “Gay bar. We got a male DB, looks like he’s been shot in the head at close range. ID on him is Jason Martinez. We’re holding his boyfriend” Brass checked his notes “Stephen Nelson, but he claims he’s innocent. No weapon found yet.”
They found David standing over the dead man, who was slumped on the green leather seat. Nick kneeled beside the body and checked the wound. “Hey David. Anything of interest?” David pointed to a small bullet lodged in the leather. “Looks like a 9mm. Through and through, made quite a mess.” Greg took some tweezers and gently lifted the bullet out and tagged it. Nick snapped some photos of the scene. “Greg, go and talk to the boyfriend, test him for GSR”
Greg left and returned soon after, shaking his head. “GSR was negative. The guys distraught, I don’t think he did it.” He turned and made his way to some heavy green doors. Nick looked up “Where are you going?” Greg stopped and turned “Bathroom.” Holding his hands up he shot Nick a grin “Don’t worry, I’m not going to pee, I’m going to process!”
Some time later, as the coroners were zipping up the black body bag, Greg returned, triumphantly clutching a brown evidence bag. “I got a 9mm, it was wrapped in toilet paper in the bottom of the garbage can. I think we should be able to get some usable prints.”
They returned to the lab and ran the prints and then gave the gun to Bobby to check if it was the murder weapon. Nick examined the results with a satisfied smile. “The striations match and the gun came back registered to the victim’s ex boyfriend, Tony Piper, prints are also a match. Brass is on his way to pick him up now. Looks like a case of jealousy to me.“
As they sat nursing coffees in the break room, Grissom called though the door as he passed. “Hey, nice work on finding the gun Greg.”
“Grissom’s right, that was some great work out there.” Nick put down his coffee cup and looked pointedly at Greg. “But how did you know where the bathroom was?”
Greg shifted uneasily in his seat. “The owner told me where it was.”
“No, I don’t think he did, Greg. There were no signs to say the bathroom was through those doors. How did you know?”
“I guessed”
“Greg, I’m a CSI, I’m trained to sniff out BS, remember?”
Greg sighed and sat back in his chair, picking at the corner of the table. “If I tell you, you promise never to say anything?” Nick nodded. “I go there. Maybe once, twice a month. I’m…. bisexual, Nick. I don’t advertise it because it’s hard enough working with cops sometimes, they already think I’m strange. If they found out about this…. I don’t know if they’d have my back when we’re in the field.” He looked up at Nick, his eyes glistening. “Please don’t hate me now that you know. I know you were brought up in Texas, where men are men and women are glad of it. But it’s still me, it’s still Greggo.”
Nick stayed silent, absorbing the young mans confession. “And it’s not as if I can go there anymore anyway, not after seeing that. How could I go there again after seeing that poor guy. And I can’t run the risk of being seen there. I’ll have to find somewhere out of our jurisdiction. God, I’m babbling. Nick. Say something? Please?”
Slowly, Nick reached his hand over the table and grasped Greg’s forearm, squeezing gently. “Well, you learn something new everyday. It’s OK Greg. I know exactly what you’re going through.” He leaned close and whispered “You should try ‘Indigos’ it’s about an hours drive away. That’s where I go.” He couldn’t help but grin at Greg’s wide eyed look of shock. “Like I said, Greg. You learn something new everyday.”
Fic 'In the Shadows' based on the Rasmus song. Post Grave danger, Nick gets dragged to a club and finds the one thing he wanted.
Rating PG13
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I wish I did.
In The Shadows
I've been watching, I've been waiting
In the shadows for my time
I've been searching, I've been living
For tomorrows all my life
Nick stood in the shadowy recess of the club watching the crowd gyrate to the pulsating beat. Greg and Warrick had dragged him here in a blatant attempt to get him ‘out of the house’ and if he was honest, he was glad to be somewhere with people, noise, life. The thought of being alone, silence echoing around him….he shivered and pushed the thought to the back of his mind. Swigging his beer, he made his way towards the seating area and found Warrick working his charm on a pretty blonde. “Hey man!” Warrick grinned, slapping a heavy hand on Nick’s arm, obviously a little worse for wear. “Chrissie, this is Nick Stokes, best friend a man could have!” Nick smiled at the girl and leaned in close. “Hey, have you seen Sanders anywhere?” Warrick shrugged his shoulders “Probably on the dance floor, I saw him there earlier with a real hottie.”
Nick nodded as he tried to ignore the stab of jealousy that suddenly gripped him. He forced another smile as he left and made his way to a better vantage point, spotting Greg in the middle of the throng, bleached blond hair wild in the strobe lighting and his face slicked with sweat. His eyes were closed as he moved, totally oblivious to anything but the rhythm.
Nick felt the familiar knot of desire in his stomach as Greg raised his arms, his torn red Marilyn Manson t-shirt lifting to reveal flashes of toned abs and sharp hipbones leading down to his black low riding jeans. As the song ended he looked up and noticed Nick was watching him, so gestured to him mouthing the words “Come and dance“. Realising this was futile, he pushed his way through the bodies and joined the Texan. With a cheeky wink he grabbed the beer and Nick couldn’t help but gaze lustfully at him as he tipped his head back, swallowing the cold liquid. His lips gently encircled the bottle, his Adams apple bobbing with every gulp, rivulets of sweat slipping from his forehead and tracing a path over cheekbone, past his jaw line and pooling in his collarbone. Fighting the urge to reach out and wipe the drops away, Nick quickly shoved his hands into his pockets and tried to look nonchalant.
“Hey, it’s killer out there!” Greg had leaned in close to be heard over the music, lips almost touching Nick’s ear, breath hot and sweet. “You should come and dance, there’s plenty of chicks to choose from.” He placed both hands flat on Nick’s chest, feeling the rapid heartbeat within. Gaining courage from the mix of alcohol and adrenaline, he said seductively “Or you can dance with me…” Nick’s shocked expression only made Greg push closer. “You were watching me out there, weren’t you?“ He slowly moved his hands up Nick’s firm chest and clasped them behind his neck. Their faces were so close that he could see Nick’s pupils dilate and hear him moan softy with long repressed desire. His tongue subconsciously ran over his lips and Greg took the gesture as an invitation. Looking deep into troubled brown eyes, he whispered “What do you want, Nick?”
Nick swallowed hard “I just want to feel alive again”
Lately, I've been walking, walking in circles
Watching, waiting for something
Feel me, touch me, heal me
Come take me higher
Nick had imagined the kiss many times, expecting it to be exuberant, crazy and maybe a little sloppy, much like Greg himself. Instead he felt soft lips tentatively searching him out, tongue gently slipping from between moist lips to taste him, drawing him deeper. They kissed fervently until the need for oxygen reluctantly broke them apart and they stood gasping, holding each other, both unwilling to let go. Greg traced Nicks lip with his thumb and smiled. “You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to do that, ‘specially after everything that’s happened. I thought I‘d lost you back then, I thought I‘d never get to tell you how I felt” Nick could only nod his agreement, having lost the ability to speak somewhere in the kiss. He nuzzled into the hollow of Greg’s neck and sighed contentedly. Greg pulled him into a fierce hug and kissed the top of his head. “I’ll always be here for you. It’s time for you to live again babe. It’s time to come out of the shadows.”
I've been watching
I've been waiting
I've been searching
I've been living
for tomorrows
In the shadows
I've been waiting
Fic: You learn something new everyday. Nick and Greg process a scene at a gay bar. Why does Greg know his way around?
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I wish I did.
You learn something new everyday
Greg had just poured steaming hot coffee for Nick, Warrick and Sara when Grissom came into the break room, arms filled with files and papers. “No time for coffee I’m afraid guys! Warrick, Sara, you have an assault at the Tangiers, and Nick and Greg…” he checked the slip of paper that was balanced on the top of the teetering pile “You have a homicide at ‘Corpo Provocante’ on the Strip, get going. Brass and David are already on their way”
Nick thought he saw Greg’s eyes darken when he heard the name, but decided he’d imagined it when a huge grin formed on his face. “Hey can I drive?” When Nick shook his head no, he put his hands on his hips in mock disdain. “OK then, but I get to control the radio.”
They drove to the club making small talk about the weather and the people cruising the strip. Greg seemed slightly uneasy and kept shifting in his seat, twisting the seatbelt around his fingers.
As they pulled up outside the club, they saw Brass waiting at the entrance.
“Hey” he acknowledged them with a nod, opening the door and entering. “Gay bar. We got a male DB, looks like he’s been shot in the head at close range. ID on him is Jason Martinez. We’re holding his boyfriend” Brass checked his notes “Stephen Nelson, but he claims he’s innocent. No weapon found yet.”
They found David standing over the dead man, who was slumped on the green leather seat. Nick kneeled beside the body and checked the wound. “Hey David. Anything of interest?” David pointed to a small bullet lodged in the leather. “Looks like a 9mm. Through and through, made quite a mess.” Greg took some tweezers and gently lifted the bullet out and tagged it. Nick snapped some photos of the scene. “Greg, go and talk to the boyfriend, test him for GSR”
Greg left and returned soon after, shaking his head. “GSR was negative. The guys distraught, I don’t think he did it.” He turned and made his way to some heavy green doors. Nick looked up “Where are you going?” Greg stopped and turned “Bathroom.” Holding his hands up he shot Nick a grin “Don’t worry, I’m not going to pee, I’m going to process!”
Some time later, as the coroners were zipping up the black body bag, Greg returned, triumphantly clutching a brown evidence bag. “I got a 9mm, it was wrapped in toilet paper in the bottom of the garbage can. I think we should be able to get some usable prints.”
They returned to the lab and ran the prints and then gave the gun to Bobby to check if it was the murder weapon. Nick examined the results with a satisfied smile. “The striations match and the gun came back registered to the victim’s ex boyfriend, Tony Piper, prints are also a match. Brass is on his way to pick him up now. Looks like a case of jealousy to me.“
As they sat nursing coffees in the break room, Grissom called though the door as he passed. “Hey, nice work on finding the gun Greg.”
“Grissom’s right, that was some great work out there.” Nick put down his coffee cup and looked pointedly at Greg. “But how did you know where the bathroom was?”
Greg shifted uneasily in his seat. “The owner told me where it was.”
“No, I don’t think he did, Greg. There were no signs to say the bathroom was through those doors. How did you know?”
“I guessed”
“Greg, I’m a CSI, I’m trained to sniff out BS, remember?”
Greg sighed and sat back in his chair, picking at the corner of the table. “If I tell you, you promise never to say anything?” Nick nodded. “I go there. Maybe once, twice a month. I’m…. bisexual, Nick. I don’t advertise it because it’s hard enough working with cops sometimes, they already think I’m strange. If they found out about this…. I don’t know if they’d have my back when we’re in the field.” He looked up at Nick, his eyes glistening. “Please don’t hate me now that you know. I know you were brought up in Texas, where men are men and women are glad of it. But it’s still me, it’s still Greggo.”
Nick stayed silent, absorbing the young mans confession. “And it’s not as if I can go there anymore anyway, not after seeing that. How could I go there again after seeing that poor guy. And I can’t run the risk of being seen there. I’ll have to find somewhere out of our jurisdiction. God, I’m babbling. Nick. Say something? Please?”
Slowly, Nick reached his hand over the table and grasped Greg’s forearm, squeezing gently. “Well, you learn something new everyday. It’s OK Greg. I know exactly what you’re going through.” He leaned close and whispered “You should try ‘Indigos’ it’s about an hours drive away. That’s where I go.” He couldn’t help but grin at Greg’s wide eyed look of shock. “Like I said, Greg. You learn something new everyday.”
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Date: 2008-08-18 07:21 am (UTC)lmao that part just inspired a whole chapter for my fic.