Fic: More Cowbell
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nickngregTitle: More Cowbell.
Author: Ladykeeran
Pairing: 'The love' pre-slash, flirting, friendship
Rating: PG
Notes: Almost song fic. Mucho love to the Blue Oyster Cult for making me write my frist Nick/Greg story in a year.
For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mickeylover303 and catlover2x for reminding me that fandoms other then Gundam Wing exist.
Beta'd: Courtney during Science class. Other then that....
Disclaimer: I've tried to sell my soul, but it's not accepted as a form of currency.
^~~^~~^~~^
"All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain.."
Nick started, looking at the man sleeping on the couch in confusion as the pocket of his shirt lit up, vibrated, and started spewing out lyrics. Incidentally waking up the sleeper. The Texan smiled into his coffee, sipping the scalding drink as the phone was answered, lyrics abruptly cutting off with sleepy grunting words replacing it.
After far, far too many cups of coffee, two going on three shifts, a triple homicide with drug rings, prostitute rings and bad cops involved, Nick was pretty sure he shouldn't be smiling, but then, Greg always made him smile. He turned around in his seat, offering what was suppose to have been his second cuppa to the lab rat going on field mouse who was stumbling toward the table.
Greg made quite the picture, tousled hair, more so than usual, sleep flushed cheeks and a wide yawning mouth made shiny from the small bit of drool at the edges. Five minutes went by by in silence with both finishing up their coffee. Nick waiting, and Greg waking up.
"So..." Nick finally muttered, making Greg smile wearily.
"Ah, the sound of silence breaking."
"Is it ever silent around here?" Nick waved a hand to the lab around them. People puttering about, questions being asked and answered, science being explained, murders being solved, families in grief and others doing their best to console.
Nodding in agreement, Greg's smile faded slightly. "I never thought death could be so noisy." He was apparently feeling energized enough for a conspirators whisper as he drummed his hands on the table top.
Lifting his own cup as not to spill the precious, life giving substance inside of it, Nick raised and eyebrow. "Don't fear the reaper?"
"More cowbell! Come on, Blue Oyster Cult classic."
The scandalized glance Greg shot at him was enough to make Nick laugh, but then, Greg always made Nick laugh.
"Why not?" he countered, grinning to see Greg's eyes spark up with challenge. "The reaper symbolizes death right? The end of life. Why not fear it?" He reached out to rub away some of the sleep clinging to the corner of Greg's eye before thinking better of it and tapping his own eye instead, hoping the other would get the memo.
"Well that's one way to think of it. But instead of the end of life, what if death is just the absence of it. Life moves on after death." Greg gestured to the mourners wiping their tears and breathing deep. "That's like... fearing white." Greg continued, seemingly oblivious to the look of confusion Nick gave him. His hands, coffee cup and all were still gesturing wildly in the air. "White isn't the end of colour. Just the absence of it. So in that case, why would you be afraid of it?"
"Huh." Nick bit his lip, eyes squinting slightly while searching for an answer.
He couldn't think of one. At least, not before he was interrupted.
"The elements in harmony
She blinded me with science
And hit me with technology."
Greg jumped, fumbling for his phone and flipping his open.
"Hey boss." There was silence as Greg gave him an apologetic smile. "Kay see you in 5." He hung up before turning back to Nick, almost pouting, just his legs was suddenly wiggling in anticipation. "They need me in ballistics. Finish this later?"
"Yeah, definitely. Breakfast maybe?"
"You bet, C'ya!" With that Greg bounced down the hall, eager for the chance at actual CSI work again. Nick shook his head grinning again while walking over to the sink to clean up their dishes.
Yup, he could probably fall in love with Greg Sanders. He chuckled to himself.
But then, he was always thinking that around Greg.
Author: Ladykeeran
Pairing: 'The love' pre-slash, flirting, friendship
Rating: PG
Notes: Almost song fic. Mucho love to the Blue Oyster Cult for making me write my frist Nick/Greg story in a year.
For
mickeylover303 and catlover2x for reminding me that fandoms other then Gundam Wing exist.Beta'd: Courtney during Science class. Other then that....
Disclaimer: I've tried to sell my soul, but it's not accepted as a form of currency.
^~~^~~^~~^
"All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain.."
Nick started, looking at the man sleeping on the couch in confusion as the pocket of his shirt lit up, vibrated, and started spewing out lyrics. Incidentally waking up the sleeper. The Texan smiled into his coffee, sipping the scalding drink as the phone was answered, lyrics abruptly cutting off with sleepy grunting words replacing it.
After far, far too many cups of coffee, two going on three shifts, a triple homicide with drug rings, prostitute rings and bad cops involved, Nick was pretty sure he shouldn't be smiling, but then, Greg always made him smile. He turned around in his seat, offering what was suppose to have been his second cuppa to the lab rat going on field mouse who was stumbling toward the table.
Greg made quite the picture, tousled hair, more so than usual, sleep flushed cheeks and a wide yawning mouth made shiny from the small bit of drool at the edges. Five minutes went by by in silence with both finishing up their coffee. Nick waiting, and Greg waking up.
"So..." Nick finally muttered, making Greg smile wearily.
"Ah, the sound of silence breaking."
"Is it ever silent around here?" Nick waved a hand to the lab around them. People puttering about, questions being asked and answered, science being explained, murders being solved, families in grief and others doing their best to console.
Nodding in agreement, Greg's smile faded slightly. "I never thought death could be so noisy." He was apparently feeling energized enough for a conspirators whisper as he drummed his hands on the table top.
Lifting his own cup as not to spill the precious, life giving substance inside of it, Nick raised and eyebrow. "Don't fear the reaper?"
"More cowbell! Come on, Blue Oyster Cult classic."
The scandalized glance Greg shot at him was enough to make Nick laugh, but then, Greg always made Nick laugh.
"Why not?" he countered, grinning to see Greg's eyes spark up with challenge. "The reaper symbolizes death right? The end of life. Why not fear it?" He reached out to rub away some of the sleep clinging to the corner of Greg's eye before thinking better of it and tapping his own eye instead, hoping the other would get the memo.
"Well that's one way to think of it. But instead of the end of life, what if death is just the absence of it. Life moves on after death." Greg gestured to the mourners wiping their tears and breathing deep. "That's like... fearing white." Greg continued, seemingly oblivious to the look of confusion Nick gave him. His hands, coffee cup and all were still gesturing wildly in the air. "White isn't the end of colour. Just the absence of it. So in that case, why would you be afraid of it?"
"Huh." Nick bit his lip, eyes squinting slightly while searching for an answer.
He couldn't think of one. At least, not before he was interrupted.
"The elements in harmony
She blinded me with science
And hit me with technology."
Greg jumped, fumbling for his phone and flipping his open.
"Hey boss." There was silence as Greg gave him an apologetic smile. "Kay see you in 5." He hung up before turning back to Nick, almost pouting, just his legs was suddenly wiggling in anticipation. "They need me in ballistics. Finish this later?"
"Yeah, definitely. Breakfast maybe?"
"You bet, C'ya!" With that Greg bounced down the hall, eager for the chance at actual CSI work again. Nick shook his head grinning again while walking over to the sink to clean up their dishes.
Yup, he could probably fall in love with Greg Sanders. He chuckled to himself.
But then, he was always thinking that around Greg.
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