Fic: Raymond Chandler
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Title: Raymond Chandler
Rating: PG13
Warnings: none, 211 words (ficlet)
Summary: Conversation going home from work
Spoilers: Ep 621 Rashomama
Written because:
A. I found the tape of Rashomama while packing
B. I don’t want to pack
C. I don’t have time to update either of my other stories.
“I still can’t believe that you got a girl’s number,” Greg said as they left the CSI building.
“All that time – lost evidence, stolen cars, Internal Affairs – and you’re still thinking about the fact that I got a girl’s number?”
They were climbing into Greg’s car. They never drove in together – they didn’t want their home relationship to clutter up their work relationship, but today they would be driving home together – under the guise that Nick’s car was still locked up inside the CSI garage.
Nick adjusted the air conditioning vents. “And as if you should talk – with the way you were fawning over the bridesmaids there, Raymond Chandler.”
“Hey, I’m suave – and those girls were hot.”
“Hey!” Nick cried indignantly.
“I’m still going home with you, aren’t I?”
“I’m pretty hurt by that remark. I’ve been up forever, my car got stolen – and then a whole myriad of things that I don’t even want to get into right now. And you know what - my car wouldn’t have been stolen if I hadn’t stopped by that diner to see you.”
“Baby, you couldn’t go more than a few hours without me?” Greg teased.
Nick smacked him in the head.
“Hey! I’m driving here,” Greg yelled, as he swerved slightly.
“You so owe me a blowjob when we get home.”
Rating: PG13
Warnings: none, 211 words (ficlet)
Summary: Conversation going home from work
Spoilers: Ep 621 Rashomama
Written because:
A. I found the tape of Rashomama while packing
B. I don’t want to pack
C. I don’t have time to update either of my other stories.
“I still can’t believe that you got a girl’s number,” Greg said as they left the CSI building.
“All that time – lost evidence, stolen cars, Internal Affairs – and you’re still thinking about the fact that I got a girl’s number?”
They were climbing into Greg’s car. They never drove in together – they didn’t want their home relationship to clutter up their work relationship, but today they would be driving home together – under the guise that Nick’s car was still locked up inside the CSI garage.
Nick adjusted the air conditioning vents. “And as if you should talk – with the way you were fawning over the bridesmaids there, Raymond Chandler.”
“Hey, I’m suave – and those girls were hot.”
“Hey!” Nick cried indignantly.
“I’m still going home with you, aren’t I?”
“I’m pretty hurt by that remark. I’ve been up forever, my car got stolen – and then a whole myriad of things that I don’t even want to get into right now. And you know what - my car wouldn’t have been stolen if I hadn’t stopped by that diner to see you.”
“Baby, you couldn’t go more than a few hours without me?” Greg teased.
Nick smacked him in the head.
“Hey! I’m driving here,” Greg yelled, as he swerved slightly.
“You so owe me a blowjob when we get home.”
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Date: 2006-05-26 05:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-26 05:55 pm (UTC)And Greg is so not feeling sorry for Nicky *at least right now*
Nice one =)
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Date: 2006-05-30 01:56 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-05-30 01:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-26 08:08 pm (UTC)(poor Nicky, that was so cruel what they did to his car, Greg should really 'comfort' him as soon as they get home;)
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