Disclaimer- I do not own the very, very sexy mustache-less and comb over-less Nick Stokes, nor do I own CSI or anything related to it. But wouldn't that be awesome?

And just so you guys know, this isn't exactly meant to be serious.

Nick Stokes was finishing up his latest case. It involved a tough looking motorcyclist who ended up being gay, Charlie McGinty, and a dead motorcyclist, Elliot Berkins, who had found out, which was the motive for his death. Nick suspected Charlie had killed Elliot because Elliot was trying to blackmail him with his "little secret". Charlie broke a beer bottle and stabbed him to death.

Charlie and detective Brass were waiting for Nick in the interrogation room; Nick was going to explain to Charlie what he thought happened and how he could prove it.

Nick walked in, DNA and fingerprint evidence in his hands. Just as he opened his mouth to begin, Charlie decided to make an awkward statement.

"Ya know, I like the mustache, it looks nice."

Then Charlie winked at Nick.

"Umm… well… umm…" Nick stammered, not really knowing what to say.

"I like the hair, too. It's nice." Now, Nick really didn't know what to say.

"I…umm…I'll be right back."

Nick half-walked, half-ran out of the room. Luckily, he saw Greg walking out of a door with Sara. Actually, was that a closet? Why was Sara's hair messed up? Never mind, he needed Greg's help.

"Hey! Greg!"

Greg turned around, looking a tad jumpy.

"Oh, it's you, Nick. What's up?"

"Hey, where do you keep your hair gel? And do you happen to have a razor?"

Greg laughed and walked out with Nick towards the locker room. Approximately 10 minutes later, Nick and Greg walked out. Nick had a perfectly shaven face and his hair was gelled into spikes. He looked as hot as ever: to a normal woman, anyway.

"Thanks, man." Nick thanked Greg for his help and advice.

"You're welcome. Besides, this wasn't just for you, this was also for the whole lab, man." Greg laughed. Nick glared at him before walking back to the interrogation room, where Charlie and Brass were waiting impatiently.

As Nick walked inside, Detective Brass and Charlie gave Nick a weird look. Nick sat down and Charlie stated, "What the hell? I like the mustache. And what the hell happened to your hair?

Nick looked at Charlie and laughed.

"What do you mean? Anyway, we know it was you…"

THE END

A/N I guess Nick didn't like the fact that a weird, tough looking gay motorcyclist supported his hair and mustache. I know the mustache is gone, but the hair has still got to go.