Title: Pocky-Stealer

Author: Megumi no Ame

Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas

Disclaimer: I only own Hasegawa Trinity

Summary: The peculiar but loving relationship of Trinity Hasegawa and Nick Stokes

Warnings: delectable food mentioned

A/N: Okay, so this ISN'T totally rewritten, but I just changed somethings around, and things that didn't make sense were deleted.I also made the flow of the story smoother.

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Trinity processed bullets in the lab while listening to a J-rock song on her iPod. Today had been an evil morning. Catherine,Warrick,Grissom and Sara had all asked her to run multiple serial gun numbers-from different parts of the WORLD ( she had worked in different countries previously, so she had access to certain data). Three,eight, nine... the number only increased as each came into her lab. She was tired and cranky, and there was no 5-hour energy drink around. Looking despairingly at the clock, she noticed she would have to work through break.

'I can't have my chocolate fix,' she whined, pouting as she returned to work. 'This mother focka's going on my overtime!' The door slid open. She threw a bomb at the person entering her lab without looking to see who it was. "Go away! I'm busy enough! I already have THIRTY serial numbers AND an hour of bullet-to-gun matching to go through! I have THIRTEEN friggin' bullets with prints on them and I have to send them to Wendy before I can start with them!! Unless it's a dire emergency and the world's pocky supply is in danger, WAIT FOR THE LOVE OF KAMI-SAMA!" a low whistle brought her attention to the door.

"Damn, babe, you can really throw a spiel." It was Nick. Not really the person she wanted to see right now. He was either going to give her more work, or distract her from it. "Oh, hi Nicky," Trinity tried to say as casually as she possibly could as he walked over to her, making no effort to hide the fact that he was staring at her legs that so 'casually' crossed.

"I need you to process these twelve serial numbers for me." "TWELVE? B-but Nicky," she whined, looking at him with a puppy dog face that could marvel the likes of Mr. Greg Sanders, "I already have 20. If I take yours, I'll have forty-two!" "Better get working then," he said with grin. "Gimme a reason to not scream at you-" before she could finish,Nick had caught Trinity's lips with his own, sliding his tongue between her ebony lips and playing with her tongue.

Trinity suppressed a moan. After about three minutes, they broke for air. "Did that convince you?" Nick asked with a smirk. Trinity's jaw dropped as soon as she realised why she was kissed. "YOU cheated!" "A deal's a deal, ma'am," Nick said, and she could practially FEEL the Texan charm OOZING off him-which he knew was her weakness because he had used it the first time he had met her, and it STILL made her knees weak,even now. Trinity took the serial gun numbers and shooed Nick away. "Meany Texan!I'll get you! And your little dog too!" she called out after him, only getting a laugh in reply.

After processing the thirty-two serial samples, Trinity only found thirteen hits in AFIS."Stupid little...." Writing down her findings in her elegant script, she stood up and walked to the break room, where everyone was. "Hey, Trinity,you find anything?" "Hypoglycemic person alert, temporarily ignoring all conversation."

She weaved her hips through the tables, and went straight toward her pocky and butter cream-icing panda cookies. After eating some, Trinity handed over the results. "In total, I only had fifteen hits in MY AWESOME DATABASE with your bullets." at that moment Nick walked in.

"Hey, Rin, do you have those results for me yet?" "Eh?Oh,hi,Nicky-evil-Texan," Trinity said,passing them to him. "Thanks." he said, completely ignoring her insult and sat beside her, stealing some of her pocky. She gasped.

"Thou hast stealeth thy holy pocky! 'tis a crime! Repent, repent!" Nick stared at her blankly. "Or you could just say please." "Please." Trinity shoved a box of pocky his way without complaint. This did not go unnoticed by their co-workers.

There was silence for a couple seconds, until Sara stood up."I...have to get going now... "Um...me too. I have this...thing..." one by one, the CSIs left, until it was only Nick and Trinity."I'm not stupid, you guys," she called out after turned back, deciding to playing hard-to-get with Nicky.

"Are you still mad at me?"

"Mebbe."

"I'll buy you triple chocolate cake...." he coaxed, knowing she couldn't was CHOCOLATE CAKE we were talking about. She would no sooner refuse cake than she would dye her hair and become a lawyer (which she hated,solely because criminals LOVED them)."Oh, well," Trinity sat up and ran a hand through her hair."When you put it that way..." Nick grinned, and she realised he had caught her with his .

"Kami damnit, used your Texan charm AGAIN on me!I'll never win."

"You've finally learned," he teased.

"Hmph." Trinity pouted.

Trinity suddenly noticed his hand creeping farther and farther up her skirt."Not here, Nicky," she protested. "Someone will see." Nick sighed in impatience."Where, then?" "Any time,after work. I'm off tomorrow." "So am I." Trinity raised an expectant eyebrow."Fine." he withdrew his hand. "Thank you.I promise youll be rewarded." Nick almost fell over when he saw her smile. She giggled."You're not the only one who has charm, Texan Boy," she teased."You have just witnessed the power of Tokyo Dazzle in my smile." he chuckled before shaking his planted a chaste kiss on his lips.

"Can you tell me one thing before you leave?"

"Shoot,Cowboy," she said,playing with the hem of of dress, giving Nicky a quick glimpse of her thighs.

"Do you wear those dresses on purpose or is it just to tease me?"

"Both."

She answered before walking away with a sway in her hips, failing to notice the gaping mouths of her colleagues (who currently hid behind a wall).

"Oh my God."Greg's jaw dropped to the ground.

"Trinity knows how to FLIRT?!"