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Can't be helped	By : TheLabRat Category: CSI > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4662 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I hold no ownership over the CSI series or anything related, and I make nothing from this. I wish I had Greg and Nick all to myself, but I don't. Sighs Oh well. I can still play with them in my mind. Evil laughter sounds.

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I awoke early. Far too early… and for some god forsaken reason, I couldn’t fall back to sleep. I’d tried… but it just wouldn’t happen. Glancing at the clock on the bedside table, I sighed and threw back the covers. Stretching languidly and yawning, I moved to stand and headed for the kitchen before I realized something important. How could I have forgotten? I didn’t bring any coffee with me! How could I have committed such a heinous crime?
I climbed out of bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and began to get dressed in the dark. I absolutely refused to turn the light on just yet. I pulled my jeans on without a problem, leaving my sleepwear to stay where it fell. I’d pick them up later, when I didn’t have a Blue Hawaiian emergency on my hands.
Another problem presented itself when I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and realized that there was no way I could go out in public. The hickey was so vivid and dark in contrast to my skin that I thought one might be able to see it from a plane ten thousand feet up. Damn, but it was fucking huge too. I’d totally forgotten… if only for a short while. Frowning at my reflection, I finished brushing and rinsed, before smiling. An idea had sprung forth and I was totally going with it.
I dropped my toothbrush in the cup on the sink and grinned. His brush was blue, and mine the brightest orange I could fine. It looked nice sitting next to Nicky’s, in a way that I couldn’t quite describe. Made me flush a little too, dorky as that is. Bursting with a rush of energy, I ran back into his room, and flicked on the light, opening up his closet with a snicker.
The drive to his house didn’t take long, and when he’d gotten back and brewed a pot, he realized he was hungry. Unfortunately, Nicky’s fridge had nothing but the healthiest of breakfast foods. All of which are well and good, but I like my doughnuts and Count Chocula cereal, damn it. So, I set out once again. This time on foot, to the Von’s just down the street. Though really, I must look crazy, walking along in ninety-seven-degree weather in a turtleneck, but fuck it. I don’t care.
Nicky will be home soon. At this point all I have to do is kill enough time, and bam, he’ll be here. Might as well work off the calories I’m about to scarf down, anyways, right? My ipod was on shuffle and I found that Disturbed had an awesome sound today. Their old stuff was great. Fuck their new crap. They totally sold out, but you know what? Even that thought couldn’t kill my mood.
Not twenty minutes later and I was back at his place, grinning like a fool and bobbing my head to one of my all time favorite Manson songs. I don’t care what anyone says, If I Was Your Vampire is amazing. I tucked my ipod into my pocket and pulled out my keys, moving the box of doughnuts to my left hand, and smiled down at shiniest key on the ring. The door unlocked easily and I moved to step inside.
Something snagged my foot and nearly made me fall flat on my ass. Struggling to maintain my balance, I somehow stayed on my feet. With a relieved sigh, I frowned at the offending kit on the floor until a low chuckle caught my ear.
Beaming, even from my awkward stance, I tugged my headphones off entirely. Letting the ipod fall to the floor as the door slid shut behind me, I dragged my eyes over his frame. He was smiling too, albeit a little sullenly. I understood why a moment later. “You were supposed to be here… sleeping. I couldn’t find you.” Setting the box down, I went to him, humming happily when our lips met.
“Couldn’t sleep… Forgot coffee… Hungry… Waiting for you…” I spoke in between kisses, never quite completing any of my thoughts, but he seemed to understand all the same.. And I couldn’t help smiling when he only let me say so much before stealing my breath. I outright laughed when he pulled back with a half surprised; half amused look on his face.
“Is that my sweater?” The turtleneck was comfortable and soft and smelled like him and I wasn’t sorry for borrowing it. I told as much, too. I neglected to mention that it was also one of my favorite things to see him in, however. There was always time for that later, though. “I missed you…” His words were soft and his hands were on me, then. Gliding up my sides, curling into my hair, trailing down my chest. It was already too much and somehow not nearly enough. I had to touch him back.
His skin was far warmer then I’d anticipated, and I couldn’t stop the small moan the escaped as I slid my own hand under and up his shirt, and let my fingertips dance over the line of his abs. And then he was lifting me into his arms, coaxing me to wrap my legs around him. I went willingly, luxuriating in the feel of his body firmly pressed against my own. Less then a minute I his arms and I’m already aching and just as excited as a virgin watching his first porn.
So of course if couldn’t last. This time it was my phone that rang and I tried to glare at my back pocket as Nicky set me back on my feet. I answered rather grumpily, but I felt it was justified. “What?”
“Hey, everything okay, Greg?” I really needed to look at my phone before answering it like that. Gris’ won’t let everything slip and yelling at your boss is generally frowned upon. I sighed.
“Tip top. What’s up?” I could tell he was amused when he replied.
“Get to the lab. We’re starting early today and I’m letting Nicky get some sleep.” I really wanted to bang my head against the wall. Because Nick was gently nibbling on my free ear and it really wasn’t fucking fair. It took everything I had not to moan in both pleasure and frustration. I hung up the phone after confirming that I’d be in shortly and looked back to Nick. A frown marred his features as he put the pieces together.
“Is he really calling you in, now?” I could only nod and steal another kiss before I had to leave. Promising that I’d be back after my shift.
So I spent the day going through the youngest Victim’s room again, and found a ledger of sorts. A list of names and dollar amounts along with another set of numbers that I couldn’t readily understand. It seems the kid did know lots of people, though. All of these names looked familiar too. Apparently, the other set of numbers turned out to be milligrams, as in medication milligrams. From what I gathered, the kid was dealing everything from Percocet to Adderall… and making quite a bit of money for it too. I’d found over ten thousand dollars hidden under a loose floorboard in his room.
It got better though. Nicky’d collected the trash when we first processed the scene and upon sorting it I found over twelve empty prescription bottles. All prescribed by the dead doctor. Things were starting to get pretty clear.
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