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nickngregCrossover: CSI/Wonderfalls
Title: The Crazy Girl and the Wax Lion (5/10)
Chapter: Danger, Greg Sanders!
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Genre: humor
Warnings: none
Summary: Grissom's singing fish tells Jaye to do something that puts Greg's life in jeopardy.
Previous chapters can be found here: (Chapter One), (Chapter Two), (Chapter Three), (Chapter Four)
5. Danger, Greg Sanders!
“Is it too late to get the psych back?” Nick asked.
They were back in the surveillance room, watching Jaye through the two-way mirror.
“She’s an oddball.” Greg agreed lightly.
Nick looked at him, and smiled. “She reminds me of you, actually.”
“Me?” Greg yelped.
“Endearingly eccentric.”
“Endearingly?” Greg asked.
Nick sighed. “Yes. Endearingly.”
The moment was broken by Jaye singing out “I know you’re watching me.”
“See?” Nick asked. “Exactly like you.”
“As in, pushy and annoying?”
“I wouldn’t say annoying. Well, maybe not anymore.”
“You want me to be pushy? Fine, then.” Greg sighed. “What’s going on between us, Nicky?”
Nick turned to look at him, but couldn’t say anything.
“Oh, here we go again. The silent Texan treatment.”
“Greg…”
“We both know that something has been happening between between us for ages now, and it only got worse… after… y’know…”
He was so hesitant to bring up Nick’s burial, but Nick knew what he was getting at.
Nick folded his arms. “Yes… there is something.”
“He admitted it!” Greg crowed. “Halle-fricking-luljah!”
“Calm down.” Nick said.
“Why now, Nicky? After all this time, what brought this up?”
Nick nodded through the glass. “She did.”
“Jaye Tyler?” Greg asked, disbelievingly. “It takes an oddball to make you admit this?”
Nick laughed softly. “It took two oddballs, actually.” He looked shyly at Greg. “One and one makes two.”
“The lion? Nicky, it’s like a fortune cookie – you can twist it to fit anybody’s situation---” Greg didn't even know why he was arguing, when he was finally getting what he had wanted for so long.
“Does it matter if it gets the point across? Why are you fighting this?”
“I’m not fighting anyth---“
Before Greg could finish his sentence, Nick moved in to kiss him---
---as the handle to the door turned.
They jumped apart as Warrick entered, but who was too intent upon the envelope in his hand to have noticed anything.
“Hey, guys.” he said, handing them the envelope. “Grissom said they took scans off the airport images of the man with the suitcase and have released an APB.”
“Great!” Nick and Greg said in unison.
Warrick looked at them. “You two speaking with the same mind now?”
“No.” they both replied.
“Okaaaay.” Warrick drawled, on his way back out the door. “I think you two are spending way too much time together.”
Alone again, Nick turned back to Greg. “And hopefully spending a lot more from now on.”
Greg raised an eyebrow. “Okay, this is just weird, you being flirty.”
“I can be flirty.”
“Hello?” Jaye called out. “I’m still here!”
“What are we going to do with her?” Greg asked.
“Let her go. She’s not our perp.”
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“But I think I’m meant to help you guys…” Jaye protested as they accompanied her along the hall towards the exit.
“I think we can handle it from here.” Nick told her.
“I’m not so sure about that. I’m here for a reason.”
“But you don’t know what that reason is.”
“It will become clear sooner or later.”
Greg wandered behind them, perplexed at Nick’s attitude. It appeared to be oscillating between staunchly sticking to his normal level-headed beliefs, and then in private veering towards the crazy acceptance displayed in the surveillance room.
Nick paused to look Jaye in the eyes. “Ms Tyler, you’ve been through a very bad experience tonight. Just go home and forget about it.”
“You don’t understand. They won’t let me.” she sighed. “Look, I know to you I sound insane… but twenty years ago didn’t they think forensics was a little insane?”
“Forensics is grounded in science.”
Jaye threw her hands up in the air. “And I would love to believe I am crazy. Then I could take a pill and stop this. But that isn’t going to happen. I can help you.”
Nick sighed, opened his mouth to say something, and was interrupted by an alarm going off.
“Stay here.” he warned.
“It sounds like it’s coming from the lab.” Greg said.
“Come on.”
Jaye watched them head down the stairs towards the source of the noise. She leaned against the wall, next to an office where a man with greying hair and a beard emerged. He gave her a cursory look, and she gave him a perplexed “don’t ask me” expression. He too then disappeared down the stairs.
“Push in the right direction.”
Jaye looked around her, but nobody was to be seen.
“Up here.”
Jaye sighed.
It was one of those stupid singing fish. It was hanging above the door of the office from which the man had just exited. As if she didn’t have to put up with that fish from The Barrel back in Niagara enough, here was its crazy cousin.
“What?”
“Push in the right direction.”
“Push what in the right direction?” she asked, exasperated.
The fish sighed, as if tired of her apparent stupidity, and flicked it’s tail to the right.
Jaye followed the line of sight, to a bust of… some probably long-dead guy that was on a stand near the stairs.
“That’s probably very dangerous.” she warned the fish.
“Push in the right direction.” it repeated, as the alarm stopped sounding.
Jaye looked back once more at the bust.
Push in the right direction.
“Oh, it cannot be this simple.” Jaye sighed, taking note that the bust was a little too close to the edge. Looking around her, happy that things were working in her favour and that the hallway was still empty (and may not remain that way as the alarm probably meant that people would soon be returning to their offices), she quickly shoved at it.
It toppled over easily---
---just as Greg Sanders started walking up the stairs, directly beneath its trajectory.
Jaye froze in fear.
“Greg!”
It was Nick who yelled out, appearing out of nowhere to thrust Greg out of danger. The two of them slammed into the opposite wall, the bust shattering at their feet. Greg looked dazed, just noticing that he had almost been brained.
“Greg, are you okay?” Nick asked, horror in his voice.
“I am thanks to you.” Greg smiled.
Their proximity to each other was comforting, warm and too quick to end.
Nick got to his feet, and helped Greg up. It seemed to Jaye that they stood that way for a long period of time, hands clasped together, meeting each other’s gaze. They then drew away from each other, and looked to where the bust had fallen from, to see Jaye standing there.
Looking extremely guilty. But there was also a brief flash of recognition playing across her face.
“I didn’t do it.” she protested, weakly.
Title: The Crazy Girl and the Wax Lion (5/10)
Chapter: Danger, Greg Sanders!
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Genre: humor
Warnings: none
Summary: Grissom's singing fish tells Jaye to do something that puts Greg's life in jeopardy.
Previous chapters can be found here: (Chapter One), (Chapter Two), (Chapter Three), (Chapter Four)
5. Danger, Greg Sanders!
“Is it too late to get the psych back?” Nick asked.
They were back in the surveillance room, watching Jaye through the two-way mirror.
“She’s an oddball.” Greg agreed lightly.
Nick looked at him, and smiled. “She reminds me of you, actually.”
“Me?” Greg yelped.
“Endearingly eccentric.”
“Endearingly?” Greg asked.
Nick sighed. “Yes. Endearingly.”
The moment was broken by Jaye singing out “I know you’re watching me.”
“See?” Nick asked. “Exactly like you.”
“As in, pushy and annoying?”
“I wouldn’t say annoying. Well, maybe not anymore.”
“You want me to be pushy? Fine, then.” Greg sighed. “What’s going on between us, Nicky?”
Nick turned to look at him, but couldn’t say anything.
“Oh, here we go again. The silent Texan treatment.”
“Greg…”
“We both know that something has been happening between between us for ages now, and it only got worse… after… y’know…”
He was so hesitant to bring up Nick’s burial, but Nick knew what he was getting at.
Nick folded his arms. “Yes… there is something.”
“He admitted it!” Greg crowed. “Halle-fricking-luljah!”
“Calm down.” Nick said.
“Why now, Nicky? After all this time, what brought this up?”
Nick nodded through the glass. “She did.”
“Jaye Tyler?” Greg asked, disbelievingly. “It takes an oddball to make you admit this?”
Nick laughed softly. “It took two oddballs, actually.” He looked shyly at Greg. “One and one makes two.”
“The lion? Nicky, it’s like a fortune cookie – you can twist it to fit anybody’s situation---” Greg didn't even know why he was arguing, when he was finally getting what he had wanted for so long.
“Does it matter if it gets the point across? Why are you fighting this?”
“I’m not fighting anyth---“
Before Greg could finish his sentence, Nick moved in to kiss him---
---as the handle to the door turned.
They jumped apart as Warrick entered, but who was too intent upon the envelope in his hand to have noticed anything.
“Hey, guys.” he said, handing them the envelope. “Grissom said they took scans off the airport images of the man with the suitcase and have released an APB.”
“Great!” Nick and Greg said in unison.
Warrick looked at them. “You two speaking with the same mind now?”
“No.” they both replied.
“Okaaaay.” Warrick drawled, on his way back out the door. “I think you two are spending way too much time together.”
Alone again, Nick turned back to Greg. “And hopefully spending a lot more from now on.”
Greg raised an eyebrow. “Okay, this is just weird, you being flirty.”
“I can be flirty.”
“Hello?” Jaye called out. “I’m still here!”
“What are we going to do with her?” Greg asked.
“Let her go. She’s not our perp.”
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“But I think I’m meant to help you guys…” Jaye protested as they accompanied her along the hall towards the exit.
“I think we can handle it from here.” Nick told her.
“I’m not so sure about that. I’m here for a reason.”
“But you don’t know what that reason is.”
“It will become clear sooner or later.”
Greg wandered behind them, perplexed at Nick’s attitude. It appeared to be oscillating between staunchly sticking to his normal level-headed beliefs, and then in private veering towards the crazy acceptance displayed in the surveillance room.
Nick paused to look Jaye in the eyes. “Ms Tyler, you’ve been through a very bad experience tonight. Just go home and forget about it.”
“You don’t understand. They won’t let me.” she sighed. “Look, I know to you I sound insane… but twenty years ago didn’t they think forensics was a little insane?”
“Forensics is grounded in science.”
Jaye threw her hands up in the air. “And I would love to believe I am crazy. Then I could take a pill and stop this. But that isn’t going to happen. I can help you.”
Nick sighed, opened his mouth to say something, and was interrupted by an alarm going off.
“Stay here.” he warned.
“It sounds like it’s coming from the lab.” Greg said.
“Come on.”
Jaye watched them head down the stairs towards the source of the noise. She leaned against the wall, next to an office where a man with greying hair and a beard emerged. He gave her a cursory look, and she gave him a perplexed “don’t ask me” expression. He too then disappeared down the stairs.
“Push in the right direction.”
Jaye looked around her, but nobody was to be seen.
“Up here.”
Jaye sighed.
It was one of those stupid singing fish. It was hanging above the door of the office from which the man had just exited. As if she didn’t have to put up with that fish from The Barrel back in Niagara enough, here was its crazy cousin.
“What?”
“Push in the right direction.”
“Push what in the right direction?” she asked, exasperated.
The fish sighed, as if tired of her apparent stupidity, and flicked it’s tail to the right.
Jaye followed the line of sight, to a bust of… some probably long-dead guy that was on a stand near the stairs.
“That’s probably very dangerous.” she warned the fish.
“Push in the right direction.” it repeated, as the alarm stopped sounding.
Jaye looked back once more at the bust.
Push in the right direction.
“Oh, it cannot be this simple.” Jaye sighed, taking note that the bust was a little too close to the edge. Looking around her, happy that things were working in her favour and that the hallway was still empty (and may not remain that way as the alarm probably meant that people would soon be returning to their offices), she quickly shoved at it.
It toppled over easily---
---just as Greg Sanders started walking up the stairs, directly beneath its trajectory.
Jaye froze in fear.
“Greg!”
It was Nick who yelled out, appearing out of nowhere to thrust Greg out of danger. The two of them slammed into the opposite wall, the bust shattering at their feet. Greg looked dazed, just noticing that he had almost been brained.
“Greg, are you okay?” Nick asked, horror in his voice.
“I am thanks to you.” Greg smiled.
Their proximity to each other was comforting, warm and too quick to end.
Nick got to his feet, and helped Greg up. It seemed to Jaye that they stood that way for a long period of time, hands clasped together, meeting each other’s gaze. They then drew away from each other, and looked to where the bust had fallen from, to see Jaye standing there.
Looking extremely guilty. But there was also a brief flash of recognition playing across her face.
“I didn’t do it.” she protested, weakly.
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Date: 2006-03-05 12:45 am (UTC)