Title: Thud thud thud thud
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Warnings: Fluff,. No desks and work tables were really harmed in the fic.
Beta: Non-beta'ed.
Greg was bored. For once the day shift had managed not to leave him any backlog and that meant he had nothing to do until the CSIs got back from their various cases. He could go back to pondering about his favorite subject which would be Nick Stokes, CSI Level 3. How long had it been now? 4 years with a stupid crush on his very straight and country loving Texan. So close and yet so far away. He could flirt with him, play his little games and make him laugh but he would still be Greg Sanders. A geeky and weird DNA lab rat and not one of the 'Gods'. Greg sighed and rested his head on the table in front of him with a little 'thud' while his office chair skittered backwards. His arms hung down while his head hit the surface of the table again and again.
'thud thud thud thud'
"Greg!"
Grissom looked rather amused as Greg flailed and fell down on the floor while the chair rolled to the other side of the lab and hit the wall with a bang. It didn't help Greg either that he looked like a sulking little kid as he looked up at Gil Grissom who had disturbed his little self-flagellation session. The little smirk and the lifted eyebrow that he knew all too well looked down at him.
"Bored Sanders?"
Greg bounced back and forth on his heels and toes. Why did it have to be Grissom? He made him nervous and talk too much when the focus of Grissom was on him. He looked sheepishly and fiddled with his thumbs.
"Erm… Just waiting for Nick and the others to come back with samples."
Grissom was definitely smirking now and Greg didn't like it at all. He knew that smirk and it always meant tons of samples and impatient CSIs surrounding his area with questions and demands.
"Nick will bring some work with him that you'll enjoy then. "
"Oh?"
"Brothel"
With that, Grissom left the lab with a more heavy sound of 'thudthudthudthud' echoing behind him.
If there was one thing that Nick Stokes would never understand, it was Greg Sanders. Crazy hair, loud and obnoxious shirts, cheeky comments and the ability to pinpoint something the CSIs never had thought of. However watching the lab rat repeatedly slam his head into the table while chanting 'nononononono' was a new contender for the list. Nick knocked on the glass door leading to the lab and big brown eyes met his. Okay, irresistible and attractive were on the list as well but that was a part of Nick's list that he would never admit to. Slowly the red mark on Greg's forehead joined the blushing that started from Geg's neck and up.
"What did that poor table do, Greggo?
Nicky grinned and he looked at the now beetroot faced lab rat.
"Erm…"
Okay, Greg was way too adorable as he tried stammering am explanation for hurting himself. Nick went down on his knee in front of Greg sitting on the chair, his hand held Greg's face tenderly and a soft caress at the red mark with his thumb. Greg's mouth made an 'O' and his eyes got even bigger than usual.
Nick leaned forward and kissed the red mark gently, smiled gently, got up and before Greg could say anything, Nick had left. Greg blinked and touched the skin that still tinkled from Nick's lips. Greg blinked again and then he grinned. He opened the door and ran after a certain CSI with a huge and happy grin on his face.