Title: Mustache Epiphanies
Summary: The stupidest things can make you realize the truth, sometimes. Warrick's POV.
Pairing: Warrick/Nick, sorta.
Rating: PG
A/N: That mustache is the most vile thing in the world. I want it gone. "Mustache-boy" from Warrick? Best ever, and the reason for this fic. Thanks for the beta, Kelly.

Of all the things to make me notice my feelings for Nick, it was that stupid, cheesy mustache.

I know, I know - I've got that whole marriage thing, and I've always been pretty straight. I love women, don't get me wrong. Well, not women. I love Tina. My wife.

It's just, Nick is different. He and I have always been good friends, been there for each other. We've always had each other's backs. I probably always have been a little closer to him than anyone else on the team, and that's cool. I like Nick. He's a good guy.

But it took that stupid mustache for me to realize how much I liked Nick.

The man is attractive, let's get that right out of the way. It's nothing new, and I knew that way before this little epiphany. We change in the same locker room - he definitely gets to the gym. There's no mistaking it. Nick is a handsome guy and one plus one equals two.

And he always had that little smile that made your day that much better. Well, he still does, but it's different with that thing on his lip. It makes him look like some stereotypical evil villain plotting some sort of dastardly deed. I gotta wonder what he'd been thinking and if there was alcohol involved. Things like that just don't happen.

The moment I saw it, I stopped for a moment. I was actually unsure if my eyes were seeing things correctly, but they had to be, because I've always had 20/20 vision. Yep, Nick had grown a mustache. A horribly cheesy mustache. It took a great deal of willpower not to start laughing, let me tell you. Nick noticed me smirking at him, too, 'cause he shot me one of those, "Don't make me come over there and hurt you," looks that were so full of shit because Nick wouldn't hurt someone unless they really deserved it.

Seriously, though. What had he been thinking?

Anyway, my second thought was more worrying. I thought, Nick, you look so much better without that stupid thing. And my third was even worse: Since when do I pay attention to how Nick looks?

The answer is, of course, that I always have. I said he was attractive. Well, he is. And he's a good guy. I guess I've always been attracted to him. Now that's an odd thought. I could've been subconsciously lusting after my best friend for years, and never known it. Huh.

I know a mustache is kind of a stupid thing to get worked up over, but I couldn't let it go. My mind kept presenting various scenarios for me to rid the world of something that hideous and do my good deed for the year. A lot of these scenarios involved tons of scheming and plotting and getting everyone else in it, which they all would be, if I ever actually wanted to put one of those ideas into action. No one had said anything, but I know they hate that stupid thing as much as I do.

As I said, most of the ideas my mind kept providing were these elaborate, drawn-out plots involving the whole team. There was one scenario, however, that wouldn't go away, and that got slightly awkward when Nick was around. It involved just me and Nick, some seduction, little clothing, and uh, I may or may not have liked that one the best.

Moving on.

I don't really know what to do now, you know? I'm a mostly straight guy, who is definitely married, with these insane thoughts about his best friend, who is also probably straight. And now I've got all these extra - and totally inappropriate - feelings floating around in my head.

Stupid mustache.

-End