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nickngregThis started out as a Nick/Greg 'first kiss' fic for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cinderlily's wishlist, but it didn't quite turn out that way. So I guess it is what it is. I blame Hyenas for the fact that I can't get a gloomy Greg out of my head, and I blame TPTB for the fact that I can't stop thinking of Greg as being pissed at Sara. Small spoiler for 505 "Swap Meet".
Nick/Greg pre-slash
“See ya, Sara,” Nick said as she left, throwing a wave over her shoulder. She didn’t seem to notice that Greg barely acknowledged her departure, but Nick did.
“What’s with you?” he asked.
Greg shrugged and rolled his beer in his palms, not looking up.
“You know, that’s a really good way to warm up your beer,” he said, pulling it out of Greg’s hands and setting it on the table in front of him. “Greg. What’s up?”
Greg looked up at him through long lashes, and Nick momentarily forgot what they were talking about. When Greg looked at him like that, his dark eyes looking somewhere deeper within Nick, it was hard to focus on anything else.
“I don’t really want to talk about it,” Greg said, looking away.
Nick let it go for the moment, taking another swig of his beer. He looked around the bar and wondered who chose this place. It was a dive, really, but a nice change from the glitz of the strip. It was probably Warrick, who was always suggesting small out-of-the-way places he knew of from growing up in Vegas. Warrick had left first, and Sara not long after.
“Well,” Nick said, pushing his chair back, “if you’re just going to sit here and brood, I’m gonna take off.”
“Sara did something I’m not happy about, okay?” Greg said quickly, and Nick wondered if he’d just decided he wanted to get it off his chest, or if he didn’t want Nick to leave. Either way, it made him stick around.
“What’d she do?”
Greg sighed and looked down at the table, tracing a cigarette burn with his finger. He didn’t speak for a long time and Nick didn’t press him.
“One night we were pretty drunk and I told her something I shouldn’t have, something personal. I never thought she’d tell anyone else, but she did.”
“Who did she tell?” Nick asked. He wanted to ask Greg what secret he’d shared with Sara, but he didn’t.
“Mia,” Greg said. Nick must have looked confused, because he added “The new DNA tech?”
“Right. The one you guys have been fallin’ all over.” He swallowed. “Did it destroy your chances with her?”
Greg looked at him oddly. Nick was confused by it, and wondered what he said wrong.
“I’m not into her.”
“Come on, G, you’ve been flirting with her like crazy,” Nick said, leaning back in his chair. He’d seen Greg batting his eyelashes at the new girl a few times, which is why he hadn’t made an effort to get to know her. Jealousy was a strange beast.
“I flirt with everyone,” Greg said. “It doesn’t mean anything.”
“So you’re sayin’ that if Sara or Catherine had ever taken you up on all the flirting you’ve done with them, you wouldn’t have jumped at the chance?”
“Who says I haven’t?” Greg asked deviously, looking at Nick out of the corner of his eye.
Nick chuckled, but when Greg’s expression didn’t change, he asked “Have you?”
Greg smirked and shook his head. “Not my type.”
Nick didn’t want to know what Greg’s type was, not really. He didn’t want to hear about the characteristics of Greg’s perfect chick, down to a DNA analysis. But he must have been a little masochistic, because he asked him anyway. Greg shrugged, and at first Nick didn’t think he was going to answer him.
“I don’t have a type, exactly,” he said. “But I generally go for guys.”
He said it so matter-of-factly that Nick wasn’t sure he heard right.
“You what?”
“You heard me. I’m just surprised you haven’t picked up on it by now. You don’t have much of a gaydar, do you Nick?”
“Why would I have a gaydar?” Nick asked, turning red. Greg gave him a ‘don’t bullshit me’ look and got up from the table. He fished a ten dollar bill out of his wallet and threw it on the table.
“Your gaydar may be weak, Nicky,” he said quietly, bending down so that his breath was hot on Nick’s neck, “but mine is just fine.”
END
This is my Christmas present tostareyednight. It started out as the Sara fic she asked for, but turned into NG really. I guess it's a combination (no, not that kind of combination). It's also kind of for nekosmuse because it was inspired by her sparkly shirt.
Sparkles
“Greg,” Sara said, cocking her head to the side and squinting. “You’ve got sparkles all over your face.”
“My face, my neck, my chest, my back, my stomach,” he listed. “I can’t get the fucking things off.”
“Where did they come from?” Sara asked with a grin.
“A shirt I was wearing.”
Sara shook her head. She’d never understand Greg’s wardrobe, and she’d stopped trying years ago.
“Just be careful not to contaminate the scene.”
Greg rolled his eyes at her and snapped a shot of the kitchen they were standing in. Sara moved about the room slowly, thoroughly examining every piece of evidence. As David left with the body, Nick walked into the room, kit in hand.
He greeted Sara and Greg, though Sara noticed that he didn’t meet Greg’s eyes and she was upset with him. He and Warrick had been treating Greg like a frat pledge, and while he was technically a rookie, he’d been part of the team for a long time. Sara had been doing her best to act as a teacher to him, and she thought she’d better have a little talk with the boys.
“Shit,” Nick cursed quietly. “I don’t have any gloves. Spare some, Sar?”
Sara handed him a pair of gloves, seeing something glint on his hand as he reached out. She looked at his face and saw that it was dusted with sparkles, as well as his neck and what she could see of his chest peeking out of the Oxford he was wearing.
“Nick, you’ve got sparkles all over you,” she said, the pieces fitting together in her mind. She glanced at Greg, who looked a little panicked.
“Uh yeah,” Nick said, blushing. “Hot date. Can’t get the damn things off.”
“That seems to be going around,” Sara said with a mixture of shock and amusement. Nick’s head snapped up and he looked at Greg. When he looked at Sara, his expression nearly broke her heart. She wondered if this was what he looked like the first time he had a gun drawn on him, because she wasn’t sure if he could look more frightened. Sara looked between the two of them and finally grinned.
“I’m glad someone’s getting some,” she said.
Greg smirked and resumed his picture taking, but Nick stared at Sara with a wary expression.
“Sara, you won’t…”
“I won’t say anything, Nick,” she assured him. “But you and Warrick had better stop treating him like a grunt.”
Nick grinned and nodded. “I can’t speak for Warrick.”
“I’ll work on him,” she said, and when Nick cocked his eyebrow, it was Sara’s turn to blush.
“No,” she threw over her shoulder as she left the room, following the body to the morgue. Not yet.
cinderlily's wishlist, but it didn't quite turn out that way. So I guess it is what it is. I blame Hyenas for the fact that I can't get a gloomy Greg out of my head, and I blame TPTB for the fact that I can't stop thinking of Greg as being pissed at Sara. Small spoiler for 505 "Swap Meet".Nick/Greg pre-slash
“See ya, Sara,” Nick said as she left, throwing a wave over her shoulder. She didn’t seem to notice that Greg barely acknowledged her departure, but Nick did.
“What’s with you?” he asked.
Greg shrugged and rolled his beer in his palms, not looking up.
“You know, that’s a really good way to warm up your beer,” he said, pulling it out of Greg’s hands and setting it on the table in front of him. “Greg. What’s up?”
Greg looked up at him through long lashes, and Nick momentarily forgot what they were talking about. When Greg looked at him like that, his dark eyes looking somewhere deeper within Nick, it was hard to focus on anything else.
“I don’t really want to talk about it,” Greg said, looking away.
Nick let it go for the moment, taking another swig of his beer. He looked around the bar and wondered who chose this place. It was a dive, really, but a nice change from the glitz of the strip. It was probably Warrick, who was always suggesting small out-of-the-way places he knew of from growing up in Vegas. Warrick had left first, and Sara not long after.
“Well,” Nick said, pushing his chair back, “if you’re just going to sit here and brood, I’m gonna take off.”
“Sara did something I’m not happy about, okay?” Greg said quickly, and Nick wondered if he’d just decided he wanted to get it off his chest, or if he didn’t want Nick to leave. Either way, it made him stick around.
“What’d she do?”
Greg sighed and looked down at the table, tracing a cigarette burn with his finger. He didn’t speak for a long time and Nick didn’t press him.
“One night we were pretty drunk and I told her something I shouldn’t have, something personal. I never thought she’d tell anyone else, but she did.”
“Who did she tell?” Nick asked. He wanted to ask Greg what secret he’d shared with Sara, but he didn’t.
“Mia,” Greg said. Nick must have looked confused, because he added “The new DNA tech?”
“Right. The one you guys have been fallin’ all over.” He swallowed. “Did it destroy your chances with her?”
Greg looked at him oddly. Nick was confused by it, and wondered what he said wrong.
“I’m not into her.”
“Come on, G, you’ve been flirting with her like crazy,” Nick said, leaning back in his chair. He’d seen Greg batting his eyelashes at the new girl a few times, which is why he hadn’t made an effort to get to know her. Jealousy was a strange beast.
“I flirt with everyone,” Greg said. “It doesn’t mean anything.”
“So you’re sayin’ that if Sara or Catherine had ever taken you up on all the flirting you’ve done with them, you wouldn’t have jumped at the chance?”
“Who says I haven’t?” Greg asked deviously, looking at Nick out of the corner of his eye.
Nick chuckled, but when Greg’s expression didn’t change, he asked “Have you?”
Greg smirked and shook his head. “Not my type.”
Nick didn’t want to know what Greg’s type was, not really. He didn’t want to hear about the characteristics of Greg’s perfect chick, down to a DNA analysis. But he must have been a little masochistic, because he asked him anyway. Greg shrugged, and at first Nick didn’t think he was going to answer him.
“I don’t have a type, exactly,” he said. “But I generally go for guys.”
He said it so matter-of-factly that Nick wasn’t sure he heard right.
“You what?”
“You heard me. I’m just surprised you haven’t picked up on it by now. You don’t have much of a gaydar, do you Nick?”
“Why would I have a gaydar?” Nick asked, turning red. Greg gave him a ‘don’t bullshit me’ look and got up from the table. He fished a ten dollar bill out of his wallet and threw it on the table.
“Your gaydar may be weak, Nicky,” he said quietly, bending down so that his breath was hot on Nick’s neck, “but mine is just fine.”
END
This is my Christmas present to
stareyednight. It started out as the Sara fic she asked for, but turned into NG really. I guess it's a combination (no, not that kind of combination). It's also kind of for nekosmuse because it was inspired by her sparkly shirt.Sparkles
“Greg,” Sara said, cocking her head to the side and squinting. “You’ve got sparkles all over your face.”
“My face, my neck, my chest, my back, my stomach,” he listed. “I can’t get the fucking things off.”
“Where did they come from?” Sara asked with a grin.
“A shirt I was wearing.”
Sara shook her head. She’d never understand Greg’s wardrobe, and she’d stopped trying years ago.
“Just be careful not to contaminate the scene.”
Greg rolled his eyes at her and snapped a shot of the kitchen they were standing in. Sara moved about the room slowly, thoroughly examining every piece of evidence. As David left with the body, Nick walked into the room, kit in hand.
He greeted Sara and Greg, though Sara noticed that he didn’t meet Greg’s eyes and she was upset with him. He and Warrick had been treating Greg like a frat pledge, and while he was technically a rookie, he’d been part of the team for a long time. Sara had been doing her best to act as a teacher to him, and she thought she’d better have a little talk with the boys.
“Shit,” Nick cursed quietly. “I don’t have any gloves. Spare some, Sar?”
Sara handed him a pair of gloves, seeing something glint on his hand as he reached out. She looked at his face and saw that it was dusted with sparkles, as well as his neck and what she could see of his chest peeking out of the Oxford he was wearing.
“Nick, you’ve got sparkles all over you,” she said, the pieces fitting together in her mind. She glanced at Greg, who looked a little panicked.
“Uh yeah,” Nick said, blushing. “Hot date. Can’t get the damn things off.”
“That seems to be going around,” Sara said with a mixture of shock and amusement. Nick’s head snapped up and he looked at Greg. When he looked at Sara, his expression nearly broke her heart. She wondered if this was what he looked like the first time he had a gun drawn on him, because she wasn’t sure if he could look more frightened. Sara looked between the two of them and finally grinned.
“I’m glad someone’s getting some,” she said.
Greg smirked and resumed his picture taking, but Nick stared at Sara with a wary expression.
“Sara, you won’t…”
“I won’t say anything, Nick,” she assured him. “But you and Warrick had better stop treating him like a grunt.”
Nick grinned and nodded. “I can’t speak for Warrick.”
“I’ll work on him,” she said, and when Nick cocked his eyebrow, it was Sara’s turn to blush.
“No,” she threw over her shoulder as she left the room, following the body to the morgue. Not yet.
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Date: 2004-11-26 12:30 am (UTC)And the second one is so Sara, so Nick, and so Greg--they're all believable and endearing.
I'm going to go squee in the corner now.
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Date: 2004-11-26 01:47 am (UTC)The last line in fantastic, and I can just see Greg leaning down, actually feel his breath hot on Nick's neck...
OK, I'd better not think about that for too long because guh.
And you know how much I love the sparkles, since I told you already. I think whoops!fic (as I've named it) is going to be one of my favorite genres from now on--there are so many ways Nick and Greg can mix up their clothes and belongings, transfer evidence...
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Date: 2004-11-26 02:06 am (UTC)Oh yeah, I've read that before and it's fucking fantastic! Thanks for even putting my little fic in the vicinity of it. You're so sweet.
I'm kind of partial to that last line too, which is why I left it there and didn't continue on for a 'first kiss' fic.
whoops!fic... LOL... perfect.
What are you still doing up? It's even later there than it is here.
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Date: 2004-11-26 03:48 am (UTC)Wheee... Sooooooo cute... I can practically picture Nick's expression in the second story, totally deer in headlights...
*does some more squealing*
Wheeeeeeee :D
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Date: 2004-11-26 06:54 am (UTC)So good, so cute... :D <3
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Date: 2004-11-26 07:59 am (UTC)Oh, the last line of the first one.... :-D. Awesome.
and for the second one, great way for someone to find out. *g*
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Date: 2004-11-26 07:22 pm (UTC)Thank you
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Date: 2004-11-29 08:18 am (UTC)“Your gaydar may be weak, Nicky,” he said quietly, bending down so that his breath was hot on Nick’s neck, “but mine is just fine.”
So hot.
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