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Can't be helped	By : TheLabRat Category: CSI > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4661 -:- 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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Chapter 12
The autopsy report came in a few hours later and with it brought some startling news. It seemed that Doc Robbins found semen in the kid's stomach. It took a few hours, but we tested the DNA and it was a match to the dead doctor. A little less then an hour after that we had a working theory.
It seemed to us that Evans and this kid had an arrangement, sexual favors for pills to sell. It was pretty twisted… but it didn't really surprise me. Then again… Not much does, these days.
The rest of my time in the lab was spent cataloging and processing the rest of the evidence we'd managed to collect. But nothing disproved our theory, so that's what we were sticking with until we could find this girl. Whoever she was, she held the key. But, just to be thorough, Brass was given a copy of the doc's list of clients. Chances were good, that if the sick fucker was doing this with one kid, he'd probably made the same offer to others. I was grateful that I wasn't the one who had to travel down that particular rabbit hole.
Thankfully, time passed quickly. Before I knew it, it was the end of my shift, and I blinked as I realized that I'd actually worked well over ten hours and hadn't even noticed. My phone buzzed and I jumped just a little bit, but only from surprise. I almost never get any texts.
'Almost done?'
I smiled as I hit the reply button, and typed 'Be there in ten.' before hitting send. I bent to tie my shoe when my phone went off yet again. 'It takes almost twenty minutes to get here from work…' With a grin I wrote 'Not the way I plan to drive.' then tucked the phone in my back pocket. God, but I feel like the luckiest son-of-a-bitch to ever live right now. I stretched, grabbed my keys, shut my locker and headed out towards the parking lot. A heavy hand on my shoulder stopped me. Warrick was smiling at me, amusement clear and bright in his eyes. "If you intend to keep this thing between you and Stokes quiet, you might wanna think about not wearing his clothes to work. Just saying. Someone… well, someone else is bound to notice."
My face flushed red on the spot, and laughed a little nervously, my hand coming up to scrub at the back of my neck. "I didn't think anyone would pay that much attention…" Which was true. I hadn't thought anyone would notice something like that. Warrick just laughed, loud and long. I arched a brow and crossed my arms, standing there for almost a full minute before he finally replied.
"We're talking about you wearing one of Nicky's favorite sweaters, here. Everyone is going to catch on if you keep being so reckless. I personally don't care, but remember the guidelines of the lab..." The rest of the sentence didn't need to be voiced. I nodded once and mumbled a quick 'thanks' before waving goodbye. He just shook his head and continued to walk down the hall. It was times like these that I understood exactly why 'Rick was Nick's best friend.
True to my word, I was at Nick's place in ten minutes. Driving at about twenty miles over the limit. Luckily, most everyone else around here drove the exact same way. Well, except for Nicky himself, of course. He drove perfectly, always cautious and polite to everyone else on the road. I smiled as I climbed out of the car and grabbed my kit. It was habit to keep it by the front door now, and I knew I wasn't going home tonight.
I went to use my key but was slightly disappointed to find the door already unlocked. I'd been looking forward to hearing the 'click' of the deadbolt sliding open. It still felt surreal to think that I had a key to his house. Still made me grin like an idiot.
The sight I was met with when I stepped inside didn't do anything to diminish that grin, either. In nothing but a pair of loose black sweats, Nicky lay sprawled over his leather couch. Flat on his back and proud as you please.
And I was pleased.
I set my kit down next to his and kicked the door shut without so much as a backwards glance. My fingertips itched to trace every line of his exposed chest, and my lips parted unconsciously, already anticipating his taste. He knew I was there. Heard my noisy entrance, for sure. But it seemed that he felt like toying with me a little. Because he pretended not to notice me and stretched luxuriously, the muscles of his entire upper body flexing and shifting in the most pleasing ways… The fucking tease.
I grinned and ever so slowly slipped my jacket down and off my shoulders, before toeing my sneakers off and kicking them away. If he wanted to play, then I could play just as hard.
Pun fully intended.
I waited until I knew he was watching me beneath his lashes before I let the jacket drop to the floor. Then I ducked my head coyly and began tugging at the sweater, slowly inching it up. Bit by bit... until I was tugging it up and over my head. Flexing my stomach, for good measure, as I tossed it carelessly over my shoulder. His eyes traveled up and down my naked chest more then once, with a hunger that pleased me more then words could ever truly say. It always came as a surprise of sorts, whenever he openly showed his want for me. Even now, my heart thudded so loudly that I could barely hear him over the sound when he spoke. But when his words did register, a bright blush stole over my cheeks and suddenly; I couldn't play at seducing him anymore. Because that's what it felt like in comparison... Play.
"Welcome home."
How could an amateur like me seduce such a man? He'd already done that to me a thousand times over… and with only two words, no less. My feet carried me to him before I could consciously ask them to. He arched under my touch, like a cat positively starved for affection. Curling his face into my palm lovingly before planting a small kiss upon my thumb. "How was work?" I sighed lightly and filled him in on all that we'd managed to piece together. Suddenly, I was immensely glad that he hadn't been there tonight.
He frowned just like I knew he would, and his hands balled into fists as he shut his eyes to hide his anger. "That bastard." I didn't know what to say, because anything I managed to think of sounded pretty lame, even to me. So I dropped to my knees and kissed him instead. Kissed him until he couldn't breathe, until he couldn't think of anything except me… Of the way my hands trailed over his abdomen. The way my lips teased his own open.
Honestly, I had no idea if it would work. But when he wrapped his arms around me, clinging for dear life, it was obvious that he welcomed the comfort. Silently begged for it, even. I gently bit his bottom lip, more then happy to oblige.
And then things got hazy with warmth and moans… and all things Nicky.
His lips, his skin… his eyes… and his hands… God, but I love his fucking hands. Big and warm and everywhere all at once… Somehow I ended up on my back on the couch, underneath him. I found that I liked it, though. Liked the way he pressed down against me, the way he ground our hips together. Lithe and sensual, and I was reminded of the first time I'd felt him move against me like this. The thought alone made me quiver. A throb of heavy desire shot through the pit of my stomach and lower still, to the heat between my thighs.
And I needed him.
Needed this. Couldn't stand to go another minute without it. After all, to stave off the worst of times… one need only bask in the best of them.
It took some extra effort but we managed to get my pants off. My boxers went with them. His sweatpants were considerably easier to remove, and when I realized that he wasn't wearing anything underneath them, I groaned my approval into his lips. His only response was the smug smirk he pressed into mine.
That was okay with me, though.
I reached for him quickly. Not wanting to waste any more time. Grinning at his surprised and pleasured gasp. He pulled back and licked his lips as he stared down at me. "You're too much sometimes, G. I can't… fuck… I can't take it."
And I could tell he meant it. His body shivered and shook ever so slightly with every breath he took. The thrill of being the one to do that to him, to reduce him to this… I was drunk with it. I pulled his lips to meet mine and moaned into his mouth when he curled his tongue into my mouth. It wasn't long after that we were nothing but tangled limbs and tongues and gasps and groans.
His orgasm took him by surprise... Which was so sexy. The look of shock, mixed with the obvious pleasure swirling through his features pleased me in the best way possible. Because that was me… I did that to him. It was almost enough of a high that I could've gone without coming myself, happy as I was. But Nicky didn't seem to agree. Before he even had time to catch his breath, he was scrambling down my body until he was settled with his head between my legs. I licked my lips and tried to speak. "Wait. You don't have to… Oh shit!"
My back bowed as I slammed my head into the arm of the couch in surprise. I could feel his smile and it just made my moan louder, because holy fuck! That was his mouth… and he was doing things, amazing things, with his tongue and Jesus Christ! Where the hell did learn…
I think that was about the time my brain short-circuited.
Almost all coherent thought went right out the window and I was reduced to gasping and moaning out broken words that sounded suspiciously like 'Nicky' and 'Please' and 'So good'.
And then my body was on fire and I was trying desperately to warn him. To tell him to stop, but he gently pushed my hand away without pause. I whimpered, but it somehow turned into a moan as my toes curled and my stomach dropped and my body convulsed. And he didn't pull away. Not until I was lax against the couch, struggling to find the breath that I had lost along the way.
He was smiling up at me as he rested his chin on my hip, proud as you please. I was smiling right back at him, watching him through half lidded eyes. Weakly, I lifted my left hand to cup the side of his face and trace his jaw line with my thumb. He leaned into the caress and kissed the inside of my wrist. "I missed you, today." And even though my heart was still going a mile a minute, it still somehow managed to skip a beat at his words. I pulled my hand away and reached for my discarded underwear, using them to clean my chest and stomach before urging him to move back up. He curled against me easily and I kissed him. Breathing against his lips.
"I missed you, too."
We stayed like that for quite some time. Curled around each other and running lazy fingers over warm skin in random patterns… totally content. Then when neither of us could keep our eyes open any longer, we stumbled down the hall and into his bed.
It was nearly a three days later, no more, no less, that things for the case had finally picked up again. My call went to voicemail because I hadn't gotten to it in time, but Nicky answered his. It was Brass. And he was calling us in. They'd finally found the girl.
So we'd showered and I left him to get to my house to change. I'd been at his house, of course.
Forty-five minutes later, we were sitting in front of one Natasha Monahan. She was young, and a little too thin. Her coloring just a little too pale… Brass was playing nice, because she seemed legitimately scared. Five minutes into questioning she'd broken down into tears. And when she'd tried to dab her eyes with the tissues that we'd provided her, I noticed the bruises on her wrists. Slowly, I stood and moved to the seat next to hers, holding out my hand. "May I?" She pulled her hands close to her chest and shook a little. I frowned. "I won't hurt you. I just want to take a look. I promise…" Slowly, she uncurled her left arm and raised it towards me. My eyes narrowed as I cradled her forearm in my left hand and carefully pulled her sleeve back with my right. I shouldn't have let a gasp escape, but I couldn't really help it.
The poor girl…
Back and blue, so deep that I was sure it must hurt just to close her palm, shocked me to the bone. Someone had tied her up, for an extended period of time, and far too tightly. And she'd struggled and pulled at the restraints. It was written there clearly, in every line, every mark. I looked back up to her and gently set her hand down on the table, holding my own out for her other arm. Timidly, she uncurled her other arm much the same way as the first. I frowned as I found the same marks. As I'd known I would. Tears wracked her again, this time, much more aggressively. She was leaning into me as she stumbled over her words. Telling us what had happened.
The kid had been her boyfriend. She'd come over his house to sneak into his room in the middle of the night, as she'd done multiple times before. But he hadn't been waiting like he should have been. She'd wandered through the house, looking for him but found his mother instead. She'd then climbed back out of his window and went to run to a neighbor's house when some movement had caught her eye… in the garage. Just as Evans had finished up… He'd seen her, and she'd tried to get away, but he caught her and knocked her out. Then she remembered waking up, and she was tied to a wall in a basement somewhere. With no idea how long she'd been there. And he'd just left her there. No food, no water. She had no idea for how long.
It took a long time, but she'd managed to get one of her wrists free and escaped. He'd had a gun cabinet, and she'd used a chair to break through the glass. But it had been too loud, and he'd been home. He'd tried to chase her down and worse, laughed at her… until he'd cornered her. And she'd shot him. When she fled, she'd left the door wide open, and stole his car. She'd slept in it when she'd reached the Nevada line and then made her way home, where she'd hid until we'd picked her up. The car had been parked in her driveway when it had been spotted and called in.
We had her escorted to the hospital where she'd been examined. They'd done a rape kit and Sara had gone down and took photos of her injuries. The bruise and wound on the side of her head corroborated her story. It would be a few days after that that two other men were arrested for trying to pawn Evans' things in California. A review of the rest of the evidence and everything we had gathered showed that she'd told the truth. A length of bungee cord was recovered from the basement, and her DNA was tested against the epithelials recovered from it. It was a match. The original murder weapon had also been recovered, processed and submitted. The case was to go before a judge within the next few days, but Brass was confident that they'd let her go. Saying "She acted in self-defense. Anybody would have done the same." I really hoped he was right. The girl had already been through enough in my opinion.
But the case was finally closed, and our shift had ended early. Grissom took some pity on us and told us to report back the following evening. Which was a welcomed gift indeed. We left shortly after, heading out to grab some food at a nice little place that Nicky loved to eat at whenever the opportunity occurred. I smiled when we sat down, because it was simple and fairly quiet, but not too fancy. It suited him well.
I can't say I remember exactly what it was that we'd been talking about when he reached over the table to take my hand in his. All I could focus on were the implications of such a gesture, here out in the open… for any and all to see. A blush sprang to my cheeks, as I looked up at him in pleased surprise. But he only smiled and kept right on talking. As if the action were completely natural, as if he'd done so a million times. He must have seen my bright red face, and the way that my eyes had widened, then lidded. But he didn't comment. Nor did he let go. Not even when the waiter came over to take our order. In fact, he didn't pull his hand back at all until our food arrived, and even then, he gave a small squeeze of apology before he did so. Then he lifted his fork to gather some pasta onto it and smiled at me.
"So I was looking into some apartments yesterday… I found a nice little place about fifteen minutes from the lab…" I frowned lightly, not quite understanding.
"You're moving? Your apartment is great, though…" It was his turn to blush as he ducked his head and took a bite, choosing to chew and swallow before he replied. I would figure out much later in the evening that he'd done so to hide his nervousness.
"Sure, it's a great place… But I was thinking that it was kind of small… especially for two people." He hadn't looked up at me, and his words were kind of running together, but I'd managed to understand him easily enough. Though I'll admit, that it took almost a full minute after that to realize the meaning behind them. I'd dropped my fork in my surprise. And he'd flinched, curling into himself a little bit, and refused to look anywhere near my direction. My hands shook a little, so I clenched them once to relax the muscles before I lifted my right hand to his chin. Gently coaxing him to look at me. It was a bit of a stretch, what with the table between us, but I managed.
"Nick… Are you asking me what I think you're asking me?" I made sure to keep my tone light. Smiling gently when he did finally look up at me, a hopeful half smile quirking his own lips.
"Technically I didn't ask anything, but for the sake of the hypothetical, then… Only if you're saying yes…" I blinked twice and dropped my hand back onto the table, holding it open in a clear invitation. His hand was in mine before I could blink a third time, and I beamed at him.
"You think I'd say no?" I was curious, because his reaction had seemed that maybe he had thought I'd refuse. He squeezed my hand once and glanced away for a second, shrugging lightly.
"Well, I don't know… I mean, we haven't really talked about all of this yet… but I wanted to make it clear. I just don't want you to misunderstand anything. I want to see this through. I want you… I want to be with you, and to live with you… And I want you to be mine. I don't want you to see anyone else… God, I don't know what I'd do if… I mean, look. This isn't some fling for me. This isn't a phase or something. This, us, is very real for me. And I know it might seem a little fast, but I just want to be near you, with you all the time… and I'm rambling… Sorry…"
He blushed again, and glanced to our joined hands. I just grinned and shook my head once, while I traced the back of his palm with my thumb.
"Don't apologize, Nicky. There's nothing to be sorry for. But let me just tell you this, clearly… I have no intention of letting you get away. Nor am I going to go looking elsewhere, for anything. Haven't been for a long time now. Hell, I haven't thought about anyone else since my first day in the lab…"
I bit my bottom lip nervously. I had no idea how he'd take that bit of information… It wasn't something I'd been planning on telling him so soon, either. But I wanted him to understand that I'm not fucking around here... That this isn't some game to me, either. "I haven't been able to take my eyes off of you since the first time we shook hands." I saw him register my words, and then I saw him swallow thickly.
"So… yes?" I couldn't help it… I laughed. He was just so damned adorable. I laced our fingers together, still chuckling and nodded.
"Yes."
Though I'd initially answered without a second thought, that didn't mean that I didn't realize the possible obstacles that it might present us with. "But we'd have to file the change of address forms at work… Grissom will notice…" He shrugged and nodded.
"Yes. It would be fairly obvious to him that we're moving in together, but… he would be the only one who would see the paperwork. The only one who would even glance at the actual details... and not for nothin' but he as much said to me that as long as our personal relationship doesn't interfere with work, he couldn't give a shit."
I blinked. I had no idea that they'd spoken about this thing between Nicky and I… but it didn't surprise me either. Not much goes on in the lab that Gil doesn't know about.
"How did he find out?"
My question seemed to throw him for a second, but then he blinked and shrugged sheepishly. "Not really sure of that, myself. But he does know… We spoke when we were flying back from California… and he didn't say too much about it really. It wasn't a very long talk at all. But he said that he saw no reason to file the paperwork stating our relationship… and he said that everyone deserves to be happy. I'd meant to tell you… I did. But there hadn't been much of a chance…" He scratched at the back of his neck, looking like the kid who'd gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I laughed and waved it off.
"Things were a little hectic, for sure."
He beamed at me, positively shining… and picked up his fork again with his free hand. Then he ducked his head coyly and gazed at me through his lashes. "I hope you realize, that I don't think I'll ever be able to let you go." I grinned as I took a sip of my drink and smiled over the rim of the glass.
I couldn't help but think about everything that had lead to this moment. And how drastically things had changed. Both in general and between us, and I honestly couldn't wait to see what would happen next. I found that I had but only one reply to give, and it seemed utterly perfect, given my train of thought over the course of all of the events that had taken place.
"I suppose it can't be helped."
And for once, I was glad to say so.
~Fin~
A/N: I sincerely apologize to those of you who have read, reviewed and followed this story from beginning to end. It was rather difficult to part with this and it took quite a while for me to figure out the proper way in which I wanted it to end. This is the first story I posted that was multi-chaptered, as well as the first one that was actually incomplete during it's posting (Technically). I do hope that it satisfies any and all readers who took the time to see it through along with me.
On a side note, I have moved several times over this past year and have also been without Internet access for ages now. This did not help my cause in the least. .
Oh, and to those of you waiting on the sequel to I.C.R.A.T.T. I also apologize. I am working on it, I promise. But other stories have been vying for my attention… not to mention the plot bunnies that keep running rampant through my brain.
Anyhow, thanks for reading! Please take the time to read and review… Feedback is what I strive for!
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