Telephone challenge, PG-13
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nickngregTitle: The Gossip Mill (1/1)
Author: Steph
Pairings: Nick/Greg
Disclaimer: Grissom, Cath and their merry band of men belong to CBS, Bruckheimer Productions, et al. I claim no credit for them, and fanfic is pretty much a not-for-profit business.
Rating: PG-13
Length: 1,390 words
Summary: Written for the telephone challenge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
ngchallenge. Greg goes on a fact-finding quest.
Author's note: I was pretty loose with the telephone idea, so hopefully you'll get it. Feedback is good in all its forms, except flames.
Greg sat alone in the break room, headphones on, fingers drumming the tabletop along with the beat of the song playing. He finally gave in and bought a disc man when he no longer had a lab station to set up his CD player. He’d never seen Grissom openly display as much happiness as he did when he first saw Greg listening to it. There might have been tears involved.
Leah and Jacqui walked in during the best part of the song, just as Greg was getting revved up, so he felt justified in keeping the headphones on until the end of Lars’ guitar solo, despite how rude it seemed. Leah passed Jacqui a Diet Coke from the mini-fridge and slid into the seat beside Greg, using one of her long, dark red fingernails to pop the top on her own. Greg finally tuned in to hear Jacqui mid-sentence.
“…long dark hair, perfect body, great breasts.”
“Who?” Greg asked, immediately interested.
Jacqui rolled her eyes and tossed him a granola bar. She’d taken to bringing him food since their first week working together nearly five years ago. He didn’t question it because, hey, free food, but he chose to believe it was because of some soft spot she had for him, and not that she thought he was incapable of feeding himself. “The woman Nick’s seeing.”
Greg’s hands stilled their attempt to open his snack, and he felt the blood drain out of his face. He cleared his throat and in his most nonchalant voice asked, “Nick’s seeing someone?”
“Where have you been all week?” Leah questioned. “That’s all anyone’s been talking about.”
Where had he been all week? How did he miss that? “Sorry, I’m more interested in doing my work than gossiping,” Greg snapped back, still shocked.
Both women laughed at that. “Oh, I see. He becomes a CSI and suddenly he’s too good for his old friends,” Jacqui said. “As if it wasn’t the three of us gathered around this very table discussing Sara’s doomed relationship with Hank, the most boring man alive, every day for two months straight.”
Greg concentrated on the shiny foil of the granola bar wrapper and didn’t respond, because there was nothing he could say to that.
***
“Hey Hodges,” Greg greeted as he strolled into the Trace lab twenty minutes after lunch.
“Sanders,” Hodges said, not bothering to look up from his microscope. “Did you need something?”
“Nah…” Greg answered. “Just bored.” He picked up a test tube, examined the label on it a moment and replaced it in the holder.
“Well, god knows I’d love to take time out of my schedule to entertain you, but Grissom needs these results ASAP.”
“Unidentified fibers found on a wheelchair?” Greg asked. When Hodges nodded, he continued, “Yeah, that’s my case too.”
“Shouldn’t you be working it then?”
Greg leaned against the counter and shoved his hands in his pockets. “I’m waiting for Maya to page me about some DNA samples.”
Hodges fiddled with a slide and didn’t respond.
“So…” Greg ventured, and stopped at Hodges’ explosive sigh.
“What do you want, Sanders? I can only handle so much of your presence per day, and I’ve already exceeded maximum capacity.”
Greg decided to get to the point. “I was talking to Jacqui and Leah and they dared to mock my fact-finding skills because I apparently missed that Nick’s been dating some girl…”
Hodges’ snort cut him off.
“What?” Greg asked, defensive.
“You’re interrupting my work because of your crush on Nick Stokes?”
Greg’s feet almost slid out from under him. “What? My what? I do not have a crush on Nick! I was merely curious as to the life of a fellow co-worker.”
Hodges snorted again. “Sure. You don’t have a crush on Nick—just like Sara only sees Grissom as a mentor and Warrick sucks up to Lindsay because he likes kids.”
When Hodges snorted for a third time, Greg finally gathered his wits and stormed out of the lab.
“Forget it.”
Ok, he should have realized that was a bad idea. He didn’t need to go to a weaseling busybody for information. Instead, he needed a co-conspirator and a fellow brother-in-arms.
***
“Oh yeah, I saw him with her at Arnold’s after shift on Tuesday. Legs all the way down to the floor, and hair done up in one of those messy buns women wear to make men think of sex,” Archie responded with a lascivious smirk. “She had a certain Lara Croft look to her.”
“Yeah, but how did he introduce her to you?” Greg asked. He was masochistic, a glutton for punishment.
Archie shook his head. “I didn’t say anything. They were all over each other. Didn’t want to spoil his play, you know?”
Greg nodded and focused his attention on the surveillance video Archie was working with while they talked.
“Anyway, I didn’t need to ask. Bobby talked to him about it and Nick said they’d been dating for a while and that she’s a real tiger in bed.”
***
“It wasn’t me,” Bobby corrected when Greg casually approached him about it later. “Nat the Mid ballistics girl told me. Since Nicky switched shifts I guess they’ve hit it off pretty well. She said Nick told her that the two of them have known each other for years but just started dating.”
“What’s her name?”
Bobby deftly unloaded a .357 Magnum cartridge from a Smith and Wesson. “I didn’t ask.”
***
Greg trudged into the locker room at the end of his shift, thoughts straying from the case he forced himself to focus on to Nicky hugging some nameless, dark, messy haired, perky-breasted Amazon woman. His mind wandered further--to Nick’s tongue slithering into her ear, the girl’s breathy, high-pitched moans, Nick rubbing his cock against a smooth, thin leg, his eyes closing...
Greg stumbled against a bench when he saw Nick standing in front of him.
“Hey G.”
Greg felt his face flush, and Nick raised an eyebrow.
“What’s up, Greg?”
“Nothing,” he lied. “What are you doing here?”
Nick shrugged. “I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to get some work done.”
“Get into a fight with your girlfriend?” As soon as the words left his mouth, Greg realized how petty and jealous and bitter they sounded. Fuck.
“I’m sorry?” Nick asked.
“No, nothing,” Greg backtracked. “I heard from Jacqui and Leah that you were seeing someone, that’s all.”
“Jacqui and Leah said I had a girlfriend?” Nick asked with a frown.
“You know how quickly gossip travels around here,” Greg said. “Archie saw you with her at Arnold’s, and suddenly everyone knows. Anyway, if you wanted to keep it a secret, you shouldn’t have mentioned it to Nat in Ballistics. You know how she is.”
Greg had honestly never met Nat in Ballistics, but he bet that was what she was like.
“I see,” Nick responded, and then Greg had his back pressed against a locker and Nick’s lips on his.
Greg struggled a moment before wrapping his arms around Nick’s wide, strong shoulders and kissing back. Nick licked into Greg’s mouth, stroking his tongue and mapping the inside of his mouth languorously.
He pulled back a moment later, lingering to nip at Greg’s bottom lip before moving away with a quick swipe of his tongue. The corners of his mouth turned up at Greg’s stunned expression.
“I’m not seeing anyone.”
“But Archie saw you,” Greg protested.
“Archie saw me with my sister, Stacy. She just left her husband, and she’s a complete mess. She came down from Seattle to stay with me for a few weeks.”
“You’ve known each other for years…”
“Of course we have, G. She’s my sister.” Nick sounded amused.
“Nat in Ballistics said you’re dating her.”
“I’ve never spoken to Nat in Ballistics about anything other than guns and bullets in my life.”
“She’s a tiger in bed.”
“Nat in Ballistics?”
“No, your sister.”
Nick shuddered. “Please never say that again.”
“Sorry,” Greg apologized. “So you’re not seeing anyone?”
Nick responded to that with another long kiss that left Greg gasping.
“I should never have listened to the gossip mill,” Greg groused.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Nick said with a wicked grin. “They did say that you had a crush on me.”
Greg coughed and looked down. “I guess it’s not always wrong then.”
Author: Steph
Pairings: Nick/Greg
Disclaimer: Grissom, Cath and their merry band of men belong to CBS, Bruckheimer Productions, et al. I claim no credit for them, and fanfic is pretty much a not-for-profit business.
Rating: PG-13
Length: 1,390 words
Summary: Written for the telephone challenge at
ngchallenge. Greg goes on a fact-finding quest. Author's note: I was pretty loose with the telephone idea, so hopefully you'll get it. Feedback is good in all its forms, except flames.
Greg sat alone in the break room, headphones on, fingers drumming the tabletop along with the beat of the song playing. He finally gave in and bought a disc man when he no longer had a lab station to set up his CD player. He’d never seen Grissom openly display as much happiness as he did when he first saw Greg listening to it. There might have been tears involved.
Leah and Jacqui walked in during the best part of the song, just as Greg was getting revved up, so he felt justified in keeping the headphones on until the end of Lars’ guitar solo, despite how rude it seemed. Leah passed Jacqui a Diet Coke from the mini-fridge and slid into the seat beside Greg, using one of her long, dark red fingernails to pop the top on her own. Greg finally tuned in to hear Jacqui mid-sentence.
“…long dark hair, perfect body, great breasts.”
“Who?” Greg asked, immediately interested.
Jacqui rolled her eyes and tossed him a granola bar. She’d taken to bringing him food since their first week working together nearly five years ago. He didn’t question it because, hey, free food, but he chose to believe it was because of some soft spot she had for him, and not that she thought he was incapable of feeding himself. “The woman Nick’s seeing.”
Greg’s hands stilled their attempt to open his snack, and he felt the blood drain out of his face. He cleared his throat and in his most nonchalant voice asked, “Nick’s seeing someone?”
“Where have you been all week?” Leah questioned. “That’s all anyone’s been talking about.”
Where had he been all week? How did he miss that? “Sorry, I’m more interested in doing my work than gossiping,” Greg snapped back, still shocked.
Both women laughed at that. “Oh, I see. He becomes a CSI and suddenly he’s too good for his old friends,” Jacqui said. “As if it wasn’t the three of us gathered around this very table discussing Sara’s doomed relationship with Hank, the most boring man alive, every day for two months straight.”
Greg concentrated on the shiny foil of the granola bar wrapper and didn’t respond, because there was nothing he could say to that.
***
“Hey Hodges,” Greg greeted as he strolled into the Trace lab twenty minutes after lunch.
“Sanders,” Hodges said, not bothering to look up from his microscope. “Did you need something?”
“Nah…” Greg answered. “Just bored.” He picked up a test tube, examined the label on it a moment and replaced it in the holder.
“Well, god knows I’d love to take time out of my schedule to entertain you, but Grissom needs these results ASAP.”
“Unidentified fibers found on a wheelchair?” Greg asked. When Hodges nodded, he continued, “Yeah, that’s my case too.”
“Shouldn’t you be working it then?”
Greg leaned against the counter and shoved his hands in his pockets. “I’m waiting for Maya to page me about some DNA samples.”
Hodges fiddled with a slide and didn’t respond.
“So…” Greg ventured, and stopped at Hodges’ explosive sigh.
“What do you want, Sanders? I can only handle so much of your presence per day, and I’ve already exceeded maximum capacity.”
Greg decided to get to the point. “I was talking to Jacqui and Leah and they dared to mock my fact-finding skills because I apparently missed that Nick’s been dating some girl…”
Hodges’ snort cut him off.
“What?” Greg asked, defensive.
“You’re interrupting my work because of your crush on Nick Stokes?”
Greg’s feet almost slid out from under him. “What? My what? I do not have a crush on Nick! I was merely curious as to the life of a fellow co-worker.”
Hodges snorted again. “Sure. You don’t have a crush on Nick—just like Sara only sees Grissom as a mentor and Warrick sucks up to Lindsay because he likes kids.”
When Hodges snorted for a third time, Greg finally gathered his wits and stormed out of the lab.
“Forget it.”
Ok, he should have realized that was a bad idea. He didn’t need to go to a weaseling busybody for information. Instead, he needed a co-conspirator and a fellow brother-in-arms.
***
“Oh yeah, I saw him with her at Arnold’s after shift on Tuesday. Legs all the way down to the floor, and hair done up in one of those messy buns women wear to make men think of sex,” Archie responded with a lascivious smirk. “She had a certain Lara Croft look to her.”
“Yeah, but how did he introduce her to you?” Greg asked. He was masochistic, a glutton for punishment.
Archie shook his head. “I didn’t say anything. They were all over each other. Didn’t want to spoil his play, you know?”
Greg nodded and focused his attention on the surveillance video Archie was working with while they talked.
“Anyway, I didn’t need to ask. Bobby talked to him about it and Nick said they’d been dating for a while and that she’s a real tiger in bed.”
***
“It wasn’t me,” Bobby corrected when Greg casually approached him about it later. “Nat the Mid ballistics girl told me. Since Nicky switched shifts I guess they’ve hit it off pretty well. She said Nick told her that the two of them have known each other for years but just started dating.”
“What’s her name?”
Bobby deftly unloaded a .357 Magnum cartridge from a Smith and Wesson. “I didn’t ask.”
***
Greg trudged into the locker room at the end of his shift, thoughts straying from the case he forced himself to focus on to Nicky hugging some nameless, dark, messy haired, perky-breasted Amazon woman. His mind wandered further--to Nick’s tongue slithering into her ear, the girl’s breathy, high-pitched moans, Nick rubbing his cock against a smooth, thin leg, his eyes closing...
Greg stumbled against a bench when he saw Nick standing in front of him.
“Hey G.”
Greg felt his face flush, and Nick raised an eyebrow.
“What’s up, Greg?”
“Nothing,” he lied. “What are you doing here?”
Nick shrugged. “I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to get some work done.”
“Get into a fight with your girlfriend?” As soon as the words left his mouth, Greg realized how petty and jealous and bitter they sounded. Fuck.
“I’m sorry?” Nick asked.
“No, nothing,” Greg backtracked. “I heard from Jacqui and Leah that you were seeing someone, that’s all.”
“Jacqui and Leah said I had a girlfriend?” Nick asked with a frown.
“You know how quickly gossip travels around here,” Greg said. “Archie saw you with her at Arnold’s, and suddenly everyone knows. Anyway, if you wanted to keep it a secret, you shouldn’t have mentioned it to Nat in Ballistics. You know how she is.”
Greg had honestly never met Nat in Ballistics, but he bet that was what she was like.
“I see,” Nick responded, and then Greg had his back pressed against a locker and Nick’s lips on his.
Greg struggled a moment before wrapping his arms around Nick’s wide, strong shoulders and kissing back. Nick licked into Greg’s mouth, stroking his tongue and mapping the inside of his mouth languorously.
He pulled back a moment later, lingering to nip at Greg’s bottom lip before moving away with a quick swipe of his tongue. The corners of his mouth turned up at Greg’s stunned expression.
“I’m not seeing anyone.”
“But Archie saw you,” Greg protested.
“Archie saw me with my sister, Stacy. She just left her husband, and she’s a complete mess. She came down from Seattle to stay with me for a few weeks.”
“You’ve known each other for years…”
“Of course we have, G. She’s my sister.” Nick sounded amused.
“Nat in Ballistics said you’re dating her.”
“I’ve never spoken to Nat in Ballistics about anything other than guns and bullets in my life.”
“She’s a tiger in bed.”
“Nat in Ballistics?”
“No, your sister.”
Nick shuddered. “Please never say that again.”
“Sorry,” Greg apologized. “So you’re not seeing anyone?”
Nick responded to that with another long kiss that left Greg gasping.
“I should never have listened to the gossip mill,” Greg groused.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Nick said with a wicked grin. “They did say that you had a crush on me.”
Greg coughed and looked down. “I guess it’s not always wrong then.”
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Date: 2005-08-03 07:45 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-08-03 09:46 am (UTC)Anyway, great story. I like it!!! I especially like how Greg just stared at the foil on the granola; that made him feel so human to me. I do things like that when people hurt me but don't know it.
Hey!
Date: 2005-08-03 04:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-03 12:14 pm (UTC)"She's a tiger in bed."
"Nat in Ballistics?"
"No, your sister."
"Please never say that again."
Oh, that's just amusing. I loved this. Jealous!Greg is cute. :)
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Date: 2005-08-03 04:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-03 04:32 pm (UTC)