Title:Poster Boys
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: none
Characters: Nick/ Warrick
Category: humour
Summary: Warrick has his issues
Author's Note: Just an inane drabble
Disclaimer: Me own zip and nada, ‘cept an overactive imagination. No infringment of copyright intended.

It had been the proverbial shift from hell.

Everything from start until now had gone wrong. First Hodges had so obviously put Nick’s case before his and he had Brass and the DA breathing down his neck. Three days and he hadn’t found a match to the DNA or fingerprints, nor any leads to the generic fibers he had found around the victim of a shootout in the pawn shop. All he had was a partial footprint of some equally generic shoes. It looked more and more like an inside job but all the alibis checked out. The owner and the clerk had hid under the counter, surveillance tape told him so and it had refused to pick up anything else. The shooter must have known where the camera was but the vic’s inherited jewellery worth several thousands was still gone, along with several items that held little or no value. And the husband was still fuming. Warrick was sure it was his doing but he had been on his shift at the hospital’s laboratory. The big question was why the woman needed the money? If he figured that one out he’d know where to look. But the tox-screen came out clean, she had no official debts and her family knew nothing about future plans that required money. She had a life-insurance but that was a decade old and not too big. This woman was as normal as cold be, except she was dead. Was it really a random shooting? Seemed too smooth, the perp was in, shot the woman, grabbed her case while smashing up the glass counter and was out again. Gun turned out to be one of the most common, as was the bullet Robbins had dug up from deep in her chest. Nothing specific at all to latch on to. He was at his wits end and then he found Hodges with Nick while the latter was hovering over a microscope and he could swear Hodges´ eyes were roaming Nick when he stepped in.

“Planning on doin’ some work today Hodges?” he snarled in his direction.

The lab tech lifted his eyes from what Warrick assumed was Nick’s butt and looked at him. “Have more interesting prospects than your fruitless DNA samples, actually.”

Nick’s head shot up from the microscope. Warrick looked long and hard at him, Nick’s eyes narrowing at first and then his face lit up with a knowing smile. Then his pink little tongue darted out and licked the bottom lip.

<i>You bastard,</i> Warrick thought to himself, looking back at Hodges, trying to physically injure him with his glare. But Hodges was Hodges and he had some effective weapons of his own: “If you weren’t roaming around the corridors in watch over your partner all the time maybe you’d get first to the mill once in a blue moon yourself, Warrick.”

“Oh, Warrick’s not with me on this case,” Nick said bending back over the microscope.

“Ha,” Hodges retorted dryly, “he’s always on your case.”

“Sometimes this week all right with you?” Warrick interrupted before this all got out of hand. Placing the plastic bags on the counter he sent one last glance in Nick’s direction. The man had that dark green, tight turtle neck on under the lab coat. No wonder Hodges was staring, it showed off Nick all too fucking well. It was like the more Nick tried to hide the sexier he became. Warrick almost groaned at himself for the ever wandering thoughts he had when it came to Nicky. Tonight was one of those nights; he couldn’t get Nicky off his mind.

And now Nick was looking all confused and innocent at Hodges’ smug expression.
Damn you Nicky, Warrick thought as he turned on his heels and wandered out.

“Never mind Warrick,” he heard Nick speak, “Brass is on his case and he’s having one of those days.”

“You’re so incredibly clueless at times Stokes.”

Was that actual amusement he heard in Hodges voice? Warrick was suddenly glad he was out of earshot.

Then he spotted Gil talking to Nick in the break room, sitting far too close for Warrick’s peace of mind. His eyes narrowed as he tried to gauge what was going on through the glass door, Grissom looking intently interested as Nick pointed out something on his notes, Gil bent in and took the note out of Nick’s hand, looking more closely at it before he turned all his attention back to a pensive Nick that was gesticulating, probably tossing out some theories with Gil as his bouncing board.

<i>Bouncing? Oh fuck, here I go again.</i> Warrick had to drag his mind out of the gutter once more at the mental image of bouncing hips clashing together in mind numbingly sensual rhythm.

Then Nick turned and gave Gil that fucking smile. All innocence over fucking lure, a mixture of sweetness and promise that was lethal. And it worked on Gil too, the man’s eyes never left Nick’s as a small amused smile spread over his features, his eyes softening in the process.

<i>He’s eye-fucking him!</i> Warrick wanted to growl and leap in to rip the two apart.
Instead he shoved his hands into his lab coat and wandered in all casually, desperately looking for a witty remark to break the obvious spellbound Nick was exerting of Grissom. No man or woman was ever the same after that.

He walked in, keeping his eyes on the coffee not to expose himself by letting his eyes stray where they usually did when not in strict control. A little too late he got them back in control; Nick looked delicious, eyes all vivid with emotion, one hand drawing pictures on the surface of the table the other gripping a cup. Long slender fingers that were able to provide a solid grip at the exact right moment were now drawing lazy patterns.

He forced his eyes off those fingers and his hands shook only a little when he poured the coffee. Nick’s soft drawl as he presented his case making shivers run up and down his spine; he wanted that voice begging shamelessly. A sigh that nearly resembled a growl escaped him and he turned to cover his sound of utter need.

Too late he noticed Sarah and Catherine leaning up against the opposite wall. He paused in midstride at Cath’s gleeful smirk. “A hard day Warrick?”

Emphasis all too clearly on the ‘hard’ part.

Warrick rewarded her with a glare.

Gil said what nearly had him undone in all innocence: “I’ll let you have Nick later when we’re all done. “

Warrick had to look to the floor and grit his teeth at Cath’s pearly laughter.

He was sitting at a desk with all the papers sprawled out in front of him. Staring at the findings with a futile hope that something would leap out and present itself like a motive. It was the end of his shift and he had come nowhere and avoiding Brass was getting tiresome. Archie was still going through the surveillance tape but it seemed nothing good would come out of that one either. This case was rapidly becoming cold and he was getting hotter and hotter because of it. Damn he needed a break in this whole mess and he hated asking for help.

“Hey.”

Nick Stokes placed a steaming cup of coffee at his elbow.

Warrick lifted his eyes off the papers and glared at the happy grin. That meant Nick had aced his case. “Who?”

“The aunt,” Nick said, sinking down to a chair besides him. “Seems they shared a lover.”

Warrick cocked an eyebrow in confusion.

“That’s a reason?”

“Jealousy is as old a reason as any,” Nick grinned, “turned out the lover was taking her niece to Bahamas and auntie was a bit miffed.”

“Jesus,” Warrick shook his head.

“Shouldn’t have worn her one and only Versace when she visited to whack her beloved niece over the head with the radio,” Nick said, sipping his coffee. “Won’t help you’ve got gloves on if you’re wearing an easily traceable outfit.”

“Shouldn’t commit murder if you’re that dense,“ Warrick huffed.

Nick laughed, boxing Warrick’s shoulder in a friendly manner. “So why are you still here? Thought it was considered a random shooting after all?”

“Something don’t add up,” Warrick said, looking over his shoulder at Nick leaning back on his chair, legs stretched out in front of him. His eyes straying to the chiselled chest again, emphasized by the skin tight turtleneck, taking all in and continuing down the long legs before he could stop himself.

Nick didn’t notice, his eyes were fixed on a spot on the wall, brow furrowed, in deep thought.

“So lay it out for me,” he drawled softly.

Warrick groaned inwardly at the sexual innuendo he read into anything Nick said as of lately. He’d be glad to lay everything out for him, right here on the floor.

“Couple married for 20 years, 2 kids, both off to collage, neighbours say they lead a perfectly normal life, a bit of tension seen as of lately.”

“Empty nest syndrome,” Nick said, propping his feet up on the stool in front of him. “Go on.”

“Huh?” He wasn’t quite following Nick’s train of thought but he was glad Nick provided him with a reason to rest his weary eyes on something else than his own messed up notes .

“Children move out and disrupt the roles in the family, hard to handle for some.” Nick met with his eyes, mirth flickering in them as he batted his eyelashes in Warrick’s direction. “Just an observation.”

“Fuck,” Warrick said out loud, “the husband had all these car magazines around, price lists and every thing. But the neighbour said the woman wanted another child, she was very young when she got the first two.”

“Well, there you have a conflict of interest,” Nick smiled.

“The man wants a Beemer and the wife another brat, can it be that easy? But she was 38, hard to get pregnant, right?”

“You have such a dirty mouth at times bro.” Nick flashed him one of his more deadly smiles. “In vitro don’t come cheap.”

“Jesus, what if you’re right?” Warrick said, leaning back.

“I know people that would kill for a BMW,” Nick grinned, “hell, I know people that are ready to chew down on a lab tech for much less.”

Warrick felt his cheeks go warm as he glared at his lover while gathering his papers. “Much less? He was ogling you!”

Nick rose and advanced on him, leaning over him as he shoved the notes into a binder. “You’re a poster boy for insane jealousy,” he purred into his ear. “C’mon, let’s go home, the rest can wait”

Warrick let the binder fall back to the desk, looking around to check that they were alone and safe before he turned and caught Nick Stokes, tease extraordinaire, into an embrace.

“And you’re the fucking poster boy for tease”, he retorted, cupping Nick’s neck in his hand and kissing him. He put everything in that kiss, all the longing, the need and the churned up emotions. When Nick’s arms curled around his waist he groaned. When his tease played with his bottom lip he had to break loose and hold him at an arms lenght. “What are all these innocents looks and ‘lay it out for me’ about?”

Nick sneaked up on him again, nuzzling his neck and chuckling, sending the reverberations through Warrick’s entire body right down to his groin.
“Nicky, don’t do this to me,” he murmured helplessly at the sensation of an acute erection.

“You’re right, Rick,” Nick murmured and gave Warrick’s ear a tantalizing lick. “Let’s go home and finish this discussion.”

Then he let go and walked out, casting a bemused glance over his shoulder at Warrick’s predicament.

It wasn’t until now Warrick realized why Nick still had his lab coat on and he trudged behind him, wondering if they’d even get inside the door this time. And he fell for this every goddamned time Nick played with him like this. People were gonna start talking about his state if he continued ending his shifts with a bulge.

He looked darkly at the man walking in leisurely front of him, he’d pay yet.

Nope, work wasn’t the same since he and Nick got it together, suddenly he couldn’t wait till the shift ended and the reason was walking right in front of him. He passed Greggo clocking out and found himself not liking the way he greeted Nick at all, all Greg-like and flirty.

Nick Stokes had somewhere along the line wrapped him all around his little finger and the worst part was that he didn’t even mind. Not as long as he could wrap his fingers elsewhere.

Nick Stokes was gonna get it yet.

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