FIC: Touch Me
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nickngregTitle: Touch Me
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Nick or Greg. I am not making any money off of this.
Summary: Two words can start a new world to the listener and the speaker.
Note: I dreamed Greg saying "Touch Me" and this is what came out of my pen. This is unbetaed because I don't have one. This is my first CSI fic that I have posted outside of my journal so be nice.
"Touch Me."
It was a simple command but Nick had to swallow and think twice about what the lab tech had just requested him to do. Sure, He was known to flirt and Greg was the king of flirting around the Las Vegas Crime Lab but this was different. This was Greg Sanders. The handsome, and zany, lab rat that he had started falling for since he first sat down next to him for his DNA results. The kid had a smile that would knock the breath out of a full grown man like a 2 X 4 to the chest. His loud and sometimes blinding shirts added to his charm, Greg had a sense of style that would frustrate any high-quality fashion designer let alone the Texas native.
"What?"
"Nick, come on. Touch me." Greg said his eyes shining bright, the excitement in his voice making Nick feel reassured that he wasn't doing anything wrong. Nick's hand touched the lab tech's chest through his powder blue lab coat. Greg gasped and hit Nick's hand away.
"God! Nick, Not at work. Do I look like your sex toy?!" Greg shouted as several interns walked by staring at the two men questionably. Greg laughed at the shocked expression on Nick's face.
"Greg..." Nick warned. The threat went unheaded.
"Nicky, you need to learn to laugh. It was a joke. Which by the expression on the newbies faces will prolly be a rumor tomorrow or if they are like me...by tonight."
"You were going to show me something?" Nick asked trying to get the blush off his face. Greg nodded.
"Oh yeah. The blood on the vic's fingernails belonged to Herbert Wenstein. Who in the world names their kid Herbert?" Greg said handing the results to Nick.
"Mary." Nick said looking through his file. Greg frowned at him and his eyebrow raised slightly.
"Mary?"
"Mary Wenstien. Herbert's mom. She was the one that named him." Nick said smiling over his file. Greg laughed and pushed Nick's shoulder.
"I should know better then to ask you a rhetorical question. I should know better then to ask any CSI." Greg went back over to his microscope and looked down into it. His head popped up a few seconds later to see that Nick was still in his lab, a confused look on CSI's face.
"Don't think so hard. Your head might explode. I don't want brain matter all over my equipment." Greg said with a smile.
"Touch me."
"What?" Greg said looking at Nick. Greg's brown eyes dark from confusion.
"Touch me." Nick repeated. Greg walked around the table and placed his hand on Nick's chest. His fingers light on the CSI's chest, Nick had longed for that touch for so long that he sighed.
"Damn, You need to get laid." Greg said laughing and walking back to his machine. Nick's eyes followed him and then settled on Greg's eyes, whose were looking at him now.
"I might tonight." Nick said laying on as much charm as he could. He had wanted this for far too long. Greg shrugged and looked back down at his microscope making Nick sigh, his heart heavy. He picked up his file and walked to the lab's door. He then turned with one last act of bravery.
"Greggo..." Nick started.
"Nick, How are you going to get laid if I am not done with my results?" Greg said looking annoyed but his eyes hinted at the sly expression that he was hiding inside. Nick felt the blush coming back on his face. Greg laughed and looked back down at the sample in the slide. He heard the lab door shut and let a smile paint his lips. He remembered what his mom had told him the day before on the phone.
If you want someone Greggie, you gotta let them know. Otherwise, you are just touching air and hoping for skin. Be bold son.
Greg made a mental note that after he got back from Nick's that he would call his mom and thank her for the advice.After all, Mom does know best.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Nick or Greg. I am not making any money off of this.
Summary: Two words can start a new world to the listener and the speaker.
Note: I dreamed Greg saying "Touch Me" and this is what came out of my pen. This is unbetaed because I don't have one. This is my first CSI fic that I have posted outside of my journal so be nice.
"Touch Me."
It was a simple command but Nick had to swallow and think twice about what the lab tech had just requested him to do. Sure, He was known to flirt and Greg was the king of flirting around the Las Vegas Crime Lab but this was different. This was Greg Sanders. The handsome, and zany, lab rat that he had started falling for since he first sat down next to him for his DNA results. The kid had a smile that would knock the breath out of a full grown man like a 2 X 4 to the chest. His loud and sometimes blinding shirts added to his charm, Greg had a sense of style that would frustrate any high-quality fashion designer let alone the Texas native.
"What?"
"Nick, come on. Touch me." Greg said his eyes shining bright, the excitement in his voice making Nick feel reassured that he wasn't doing anything wrong. Nick's hand touched the lab tech's chest through his powder blue lab coat. Greg gasped and hit Nick's hand away.
"God! Nick, Not at work. Do I look like your sex toy?!" Greg shouted as several interns walked by staring at the two men questionably. Greg laughed at the shocked expression on Nick's face.
"Greg..." Nick warned. The threat went unheaded.
"Nicky, you need to learn to laugh. It was a joke. Which by the expression on the newbies faces will prolly be a rumor tomorrow or if they are like me...by tonight."
"You were going to show me something?" Nick asked trying to get the blush off his face. Greg nodded.
"Oh yeah. The blood on the vic's fingernails belonged to Herbert Wenstein. Who in the world names their kid Herbert?" Greg said handing the results to Nick.
"Mary." Nick said looking through his file. Greg frowned at him and his eyebrow raised slightly.
"Mary?"
"Mary Wenstien. Herbert's mom. She was the one that named him." Nick said smiling over his file. Greg laughed and pushed Nick's shoulder.
"I should know better then to ask you a rhetorical question. I should know better then to ask any CSI." Greg went back over to his microscope and looked down into it. His head popped up a few seconds later to see that Nick was still in his lab, a confused look on CSI's face.
"Don't think so hard. Your head might explode. I don't want brain matter all over my equipment." Greg said with a smile.
"Touch me."
"What?" Greg said looking at Nick. Greg's brown eyes dark from confusion.
"Touch me." Nick repeated. Greg walked around the table and placed his hand on Nick's chest. His fingers light on the CSI's chest, Nick had longed for that touch for so long that he sighed.
"Damn, You need to get laid." Greg said laughing and walking back to his machine. Nick's eyes followed him and then settled on Greg's eyes, whose were looking at him now.
"I might tonight." Nick said laying on as much charm as he could. He had wanted this for far too long. Greg shrugged and looked back down at his microscope making Nick sigh, his heart heavy. He picked up his file and walked to the lab's door. He then turned with one last act of bravery.
"Greggo..." Nick started.
"Nick, How are you going to get laid if I am not done with my results?" Greg said looking annoyed but his eyes hinted at the sly expression that he was hiding inside. Nick felt the blush coming back on his face. Greg laughed and looked back down at the sample in the slide. He heard the lab door shut and let a smile paint his lips. He remembered what his mom had told him the day before on the phone.
If you want someone Greggie, you gotta let them know. Otherwise, you are just touching air and hoping for skin. Be bold son.
Greg made a mental note that after he got back from Nick's that he would call his mom and thank her for the advice.After all, Mom does know best.
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Date: 2005-05-05 04:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-05 05:03 am (UTC)... *giggles* ^__^
-hanet
ps cute fic. love greg's mom ~_^
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Date: 2005-05-05 09:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-05 09:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-06 01:08 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed it.
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Date: 2005-05-05 08:18 pm (UTC)that made me hurt inside.