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nickngregTitle: Girl Scout Cookies
Rating: PG
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, and in need of a new computer, so don’t bother suing. You’ll get nothing more than a purring kitty.
Warnings: None!
Author’s Notes: Sparked from both the fact one of my young cousins called about ordering girl scout cookies and a conversation with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sparkleblsm over AIM. XD (And I needed something NOTANGST while writing the long fic I’m working.)
Summary: Catherine calls Nick about ordering some girl scout cookies.
Spoilers: None. Our dear Greg is still a labrat. <3
Dedicated to:sparkleblsm, because of the cookies and fabiale, because of labrat!Greg. :3
Beta-d by the ever talentedcatlover2x
Nick was attempting to convince Greg to get up for work when the phone rang. He frowned as he watched the labrat roll over and promptly go back to sleep. It was like trying to get a teenager to get up for school!
As the phone demanded his immediate attention, Nick had to dig through a pile of what were definitely not his clothes -- even though this was his place -- in order to find the phone. “Hello?”
“Nicky!” Catherine greeted cheerfully.
Nick grinned. “Hey, Cath. What’s up?” The CSI turned to Greg, seeing the lab rat was sleepily watching him, and mouthed, ‘Get up’ at him.
“Look, Lindsay’s selling girl scout cookies and I know you have a sweet tooth, so I was wondering...” Catherine trailed off. In his mind’s eye, Nick could picture the older woman smiling as she asked. It was just the tone in her voice.
“Lindsay’s a girl scout, huh?” As Nick turned to head out into his hall, he caught sight of Greg perking up at the mention of ‘Girl Scout’. The older man knew quite well the bouncy lab rat had a sweet tooth. After all, there was a reason there was always chocolate syrup in his fridge. Then again, Nick had never claimed not to have a sweet tooth himself. He grinned. “And you were wondering if I’d buy any, huh?”
“Well, yes.” Catherine laughed. “I was also wondering if you knew of Greg’s whereabouts.”
Nick stopped in his living room and watched as Greg peeked around the corner of the hallway, obviously stalking the man with the phone that held the connection to God’s Gift To Man (with The Exception Of Nick Stokes; if you had Greg’s mindset). “Of course I’ll buy some. And maybe I know Greg’s whereabouts. Why?”
Catherine hmmmed. “Well, I called his home phone number and there was no answer, so I called his cell phone and left a voicemail. And I know he’s got a sweet tooth as big as yours.”
‘You have no idea, Cath.’ Nick thought to himself, but said aloud, “Actually, could you hang on a sec, Cath? I have to do something quickly.” When Catherine said it was fine, he put his hand over the mouthpiece and held the phone away from himself. It was a concern of theirs that no one at work could know that Nick Stokes, Las Vegas Crime Lab’s Personal Hero (in a matter of speaking), and Greg Sanders, resident lab rat, were dating. At least, not yet. “Greg, get dressed. We’re leaving in about ten minutes, and if I have to leave without you, you can explain your tardiness to Grissom without my help.” He brought the phone back. “Sorry about that. Had to grab a shirt.”
He could almost hear Catherine’s eyebrow raised in the amused tone her voice gained. “Nick Stokes, could it possibly be that you have company? And that the company spent the, well, day?”
Nick laughed, even as he gave Greg a warning look. “I just might have company over. But I wasn’t aware I had to refrain from dating, Cath. Jealous?”
Catherine laughed. “I’m not. I’m happy for you and whoever that is.” She paused. “Could it be Greg?”
Nick was tempted to ask, “Are you psychic?” as he pointed to the bedroom to make his meaning clear to Greg that he wanted him dressed and soon. Ever childish, Greg stuck his tongue out defiantly at Nick even as he did as he was told. The older man moved into the kitchen. “It might be, and it might not be. Anyway. Girl scout cookies.”
He heard the sound of a smack and knew Catherine had hit her forehead. “Oh, that’s right. That’s what I called about. So, what did you want to order?”
“What kind of cookies are there again?” Nick asked. It’d been a while since he actually had the rundown, even though he bought girl scout cookies every year. It had become almost like a yearly religion for him.
As he listened to her run down the list and briefly describe what they were, a paper airplane flew in and landed by Nick’s feet. Nick crouched down and opened it.
“Caramel delights, babe,” the paper said, in Greg’s handwriting. He dismissed it, knowing he’d order them anyway, setting it on the end table. By the time Catherine had finished her rundown, he had three more notes from the lab rat, all saying roughly the same thing, but delivered in various ways.
Nick had just finished his order when he heard the click of someone picking up the other phone in the house. As he and Greg were alone, that could only mean..
“Caramel delights. Three boxes. And it’s going on Nicky’s tab.” Greg said cheerfully.
Nick was tempted to slap his forehead. So much for pretending to be a secret. He tried to ignore the fact he could swear Catherine was trying to hold back her laughter. “All right, yes, he spent the night.”
Catherine could barely contain the mirth in her voice. “Oh, man, I can’t believe you two. I mean, I can, I could see it coming. But I just...” She burst out laughing and Nick got the feeling she was wiping away tears, she was laughing so hard.
“It’s supposed to be a secret.” Greg admitted, moving back into the hallway so Nick could see he was dressed for work and grinning broadly. “I shouldn’t have answered the phone, but Nicky wasn’t getting my hints.”
“After the second note, thrown at my head, I decided to just ignore your order, Greg.” Nick replied, raising an eyebrow at the younger man.
Catherine exploded in more laughter. “Okay, okay. You guys are beginning to sound like a married couple, but I should go and I’ll see you guys in a bit at work.”
“Keep this a secret?” Nick asked hopefully. “We’d like to come out in our own time.”
“Absolutely,” The woman promised, still snickering, and hung up.
Nick and Greg both did the same, and the CSI studied the lab rat. “Couldn’t wait, could you?”
“I like my caramel delights.” The lab rat told him, almost sulkily as he grabbed his coat on his way to the door. “You weren’t ordering any.” When he caught the sight of Nick raising an eyebrow, he changed that statement. “Well you were, but it was probably all for you.”
“...You could have just not picked up the phone, you know. Then Catherine wouldn’t know.”
Brown eyes flicked over at him, not looking in the least bit apologetic, as he opened the door. “Whoops?”
“You’re not even the least bit sorry!” Nick grabbed his coat and his keys, heading after him.
“Do you want me to be?” Greg barely looked at him as he waited patiently by Nick’s truck for him. The older man opened the doors and both men climbed in.
Nick considered that as he started up the truck, and realized that apologizing for something like that would have been so out of character for Greg. “Alright, no.”
As Nick drove toward Greg’s place, so Greg could pick his car up, Greg broke the unexpected silence. “You’re sharing your cookie stash.”
“Am not.”
“Are so.”
“Who says?” Nick glanced over at Greg.
Greg said nothing, just looked over at Nick, and the older man could read the promise there. Nick sighed, realizing he was beaten.
“Okay, okay, Greggo. I’ll share.”
His response was a cheerful giggle from the passenger seat. Spoiled brat. Nick decided he’d get his lab rat back later. Probably even after shift.
The End
Rating: PG
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, and in need of a new computer, so don’t bother suing. You’ll get nothing more than a purring kitty.
Warnings: None!
Author’s Notes: Sparked from both the fact one of my young cousins called about ordering girl scout cookies and a conversation with
sparkleblsm over AIM. XD (And I needed something NOTANGST while writing the long fic I’m working.)Summary: Catherine calls Nick about ordering some girl scout cookies.
Spoilers: None. Our dear Greg is still a labrat. <3
Dedicated to:
sparkleblsm, because of the cookies and fabiale, because of labrat!Greg. :3Beta-d by the ever talented
catlover2xNick was attempting to convince Greg to get up for work when the phone rang. He frowned as he watched the labrat roll over and promptly go back to sleep. It was like trying to get a teenager to get up for school!
As the phone demanded his immediate attention, Nick had to dig through a pile of what were definitely not his clothes -- even though this was his place -- in order to find the phone. “Hello?”
“Nicky!” Catherine greeted cheerfully.
Nick grinned. “Hey, Cath. What’s up?” The CSI turned to Greg, seeing the lab rat was sleepily watching him, and mouthed, ‘Get up’ at him.
“Look, Lindsay’s selling girl scout cookies and I know you have a sweet tooth, so I was wondering...” Catherine trailed off. In his mind’s eye, Nick could picture the older woman smiling as she asked. It was just the tone in her voice.
“Lindsay’s a girl scout, huh?” As Nick turned to head out into his hall, he caught sight of Greg perking up at the mention of ‘Girl Scout’. The older man knew quite well the bouncy lab rat had a sweet tooth. After all, there was a reason there was always chocolate syrup in his fridge. Then again, Nick had never claimed not to have a sweet tooth himself. He grinned. “And you were wondering if I’d buy any, huh?”
“Well, yes.” Catherine laughed. “I was also wondering if you knew of Greg’s whereabouts.”
Nick stopped in his living room and watched as Greg peeked around the corner of the hallway, obviously stalking the man with the phone that held the connection to God’s Gift To Man (with The Exception Of Nick Stokes; if you had Greg’s mindset). “Of course I’ll buy some. And maybe I know Greg’s whereabouts. Why?”
Catherine hmmmed. “Well, I called his home phone number and there was no answer, so I called his cell phone and left a voicemail. And I know he’s got a sweet tooth as big as yours.”
‘You have no idea, Cath.’ Nick thought to himself, but said aloud, “Actually, could you hang on a sec, Cath? I have to do something quickly.” When Catherine said it was fine, he put his hand over the mouthpiece and held the phone away from himself. It was a concern of theirs that no one at work could know that Nick Stokes, Las Vegas Crime Lab’s Personal Hero (in a matter of speaking), and Greg Sanders, resident lab rat, were dating. At least, not yet. “Greg, get dressed. We’re leaving in about ten minutes, and if I have to leave without you, you can explain your tardiness to Grissom without my help.” He brought the phone back. “Sorry about that. Had to grab a shirt.”
He could almost hear Catherine’s eyebrow raised in the amused tone her voice gained. “Nick Stokes, could it possibly be that you have company? And that the company spent the, well, day?”
Nick laughed, even as he gave Greg a warning look. “I just might have company over. But I wasn’t aware I had to refrain from dating, Cath. Jealous?”
Catherine laughed. “I’m not. I’m happy for you and whoever that is.” She paused. “Could it be Greg?”
Nick was tempted to ask, “Are you psychic?” as he pointed to the bedroom to make his meaning clear to Greg that he wanted him dressed and soon. Ever childish, Greg stuck his tongue out defiantly at Nick even as he did as he was told. The older man moved into the kitchen. “It might be, and it might not be. Anyway. Girl scout cookies.”
He heard the sound of a smack and knew Catherine had hit her forehead. “Oh, that’s right. That’s what I called about. So, what did you want to order?”
“What kind of cookies are there again?” Nick asked. It’d been a while since he actually had the rundown, even though he bought girl scout cookies every year. It had become almost like a yearly religion for him.
As he listened to her run down the list and briefly describe what they were, a paper airplane flew in and landed by Nick’s feet. Nick crouched down and opened it.
“Caramel delights, babe,” the paper said, in Greg’s handwriting. He dismissed it, knowing he’d order them anyway, setting it on the end table. By the time Catherine had finished her rundown, he had three more notes from the lab rat, all saying roughly the same thing, but delivered in various ways.
Nick had just finished his order when he heard the click of someone picking up the other phone in the house. As he and Greg were alone, that could only mean..
“Caramel delights. Three boxes. And it’s going on Nicky’s tab.” Greg said cheerfully.
Nick was tempted to slap his forehead. So much for pretending to be a secret. He tried to ignore the fact he could swear Catherine was trying to hold back her laughter. “All right, yes, he spent the night.”
Catherine could barely contain the mirth in her voice. “Oh, man, I can’t believe you two. I mean, I can, I could see it coming. But I just...” She burst out laughing and Nick got the feeling she was wiping away tears, she was laughing so hard.
“It’s supposed to be a secret.” Greg admitted, moving back into the hallway so Nick could see he was dressed for work and grinning broadly. “I shouldn’t have answered the phone, but Nicky wasn’t getting my hints.”
“After the second note, thrown at my head, I decided to just ignore your order, Greg.” Nick replied, raising an eyebrow at the younger man.
Catherine exploded in more laughter. “Okay, okay. You guys are beginning to sound like a married couple, but I should go and I’ll see you guys in a bit at work.”
“Keep this a secret?” Nick asked hopefully. “We’d like to come out in our own time.”
“Absolutely,” The woman promised, still snickering, and hung up.
Nick and Greg both did the same, and the CSI studied the lab rat. “Couldn’t wait, could you?”
“I like my caramel delights.” The lab rat told him, almost sulkily as he grabbed his coat on his way to the door. “You weren’t ordering any.” When he caught the sight of Nick raising an eyebrow, he changed that statement. “Well you were, but it was probably all for you.”
“...You could have just not picked up the phone, you know. Then Catherine wouldn’t know.”
Brown eyes flicked over at him, not looking in the least bit apologetic, as he opened the door. “Whoops?”
“You’re not even the least bit sorry!” Nick grabbed his coat and his keys, heading after him.
“Do you want me to be?” Greg barely looked at him as he waited patiently by Nick’s truck for him. The older man opened the doors and both men climbed in.
Nick considered that as he started up the truck, and realized that apologizing for something like that would have been so out of character for Greg. “Alright, no.”
As Nick drove toward Greg’s place, so Greg could pick his car up, Greg broke the unexpected silence. “You’re sharing your cookie stash.”
“Am not.”
“Are so.”
“Who says?” Nick glanced over at Greg.
Greg said nothing, just looked over at Nick, and the older man could read the promise there. Nick sighed, realizing he was beaten.
“Okay, okay, Greggo. I’ll share.”
His response was a cheerful giggle from the passenger seat. Spoiled brat. Nick decided he’d get his lab rat back later. Probably even after shift.
The End
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