Title: Some Like It Hot 1/

Author: theblackrose16

Beta: elsa_kallan

Summary: Vegas can be a dangerous place to wake up in especially when you have no memory of the night before and a brand new wedding ring on your finger.

Pairings: Harry/Greg, Hermione/Ron, no idea who else

Warnings: slash and there will be Ginny bashing later on. Some language and mature sex scenes, crime scenes…hmmm… I can't think of anything else at this point will let you know.

Word Count: 1, 229

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Some Like It Hot

Chapter 1

Usually he didn't drink much but tonight was different. He had worked for thirty six hours straight. He should be going home to his empty, too small apartment, to catch some much needed shut-eye, except he'd never get to sleep.

This last case had been a bad one and considering some of the things he and the team saw on a daily basis it was saying something. Nightmares were sure to follow. So he, Gregory Sanders, was going to get rip roaring drunk in the faint hope that he might pass out before the ghosts of the dead little girl and her mother could haunt his sleep.

Parking his car, he headed straight for the bar at MGM Grand Casino, bypassing the slot machines and card tables, and ordered a double shot of tequila, downed it in one gulp and signaled for another one. While he was watching the bartender pour his next shot, somebody slid onto the barstool beside him.

"I'll have what he's having," a deep British voice said near him.

Curious despite his somber mood, Greg swung round and came face to face with one of the most gorgeous men he had ever laid eyes upon. Brilliant grass green eyes stared back at him, seeming to sparkle with mischief. They were framed by thick, black lashes. Shaggy black hair hung loose around his face until just before his shoulders. He looked like a dark avenging angel. A hot angel whose body was encased in tight black jeans, a deep forest green T-shirt that clung to him in all the right places and black ankle boots with silver chains dangling from both the boots and another around his waist.

"I'm Harry," the dark angel introduced himself.

"Greg," he answered when he was able to find his voice.

"So Greg, wanna drink with me instead of alone?"

Greg couldn't believe it. After the last few days he'd had, things were finally looking up. He'd known and accepted a long time ago that he was gay, but usually gorgeous, dark and tall strangers didn't go for the more intellectual types like himself, so there was no way he was passing up this opportunity. Grissom had given them all the next three days off and he was going to fully enjoy them.

"Sure," Greg replied before downing another shot. He was rewarded with a smile before Harry, too downed his shot.

The pair spent the next few hours getting to know each other between countless shots of tequila. Greg lost count after five or was it six? It was beside the point.

Harry had just moved to Vegas from England. He said that he had wanted a fresh start and to get away from home. Greg got the sense that something more had happened but didn't pry. It was his first weekend in his new house and incidentally also happened to be his birthday so he'd decided to go out drinking to celebrate, hoping to maybe meet someone to spend the evening with.

Greg, in turn, explained about the case as much as he could without giving out details, about how it had turned into a disaster; that they had been too late and a mother and her little girl had been killed. He also confided his hope to pass out before the horror of the nightmares sure to follow caught up with him.

Hours later the pair stumbled away, leaning on each other for support as they weaved through the crowds and around all the tables and slot machines.

The bartender shook his head. With the amount of alcohol the two had consumed, he wondered if they'd remember anything that had happened. It was a good thing that he had already confiscated their car keys.

The sunlight streaming through the window far too early in the morning as far as he was concerned woke Greg.

"Mmmm… Ow," he moaned and tried to bury his head further into the pillow before realizing that it didn't feel like his pillow. The bed was also way more comfortable and spacious than his normal little bed in his apartment.

He cracked one eye open to take in his surrounding, blinking as the light aggravated the headache he had courtesy of his wonderful hangover. The bedroom he was in was completely unfamiliar. There were pale blue walls instead of the off white of his room and he could make out a dresser that looked to be worth more than half the furniture in his apartment put together. Startled, he made to get out of bed when his movement caused the weight he hadn't noticed around his waist to tighten. There also happened to be an arm curled around his waist and how he hadn't noticed this before, he would never know but he was going to blame it on his hangover.

Greg turned his head and could have hit himself in the head if it wouldn't have hurt so much right then for not realizing sooner that someone was in bed with him. Someone who was half draped over and around him.

Sleepy green eyes were studying him in turn with not so much as a hint of recognition.

"Hi," Greg muttered, settling back into the pillows of the comfy bed.

If he was going to have to do the awkward morning after, he was at least going to be comfortable.

"Ngh," was all he heard from his bed companion.

His left hand was suddenly gripped and pulled towards the stranger's face.

"Fuck," his bed mate muttered warm puffs of breath ghosting along Greg's nape, "Drinking always gets me into trouble and it never seems to be the good kind. I really need to give it up come to think about it."

"What are you muttering about," Greg asked completely lost.

"You're married. What are you doing in my bed? I don't like helping someone cheat," the British man said, sounding disgusted and angry.

"What are you talking about?" Greg demanded, suddenly more awake than he'd been a second before.

"This," Harry, yes his name was Harry Greg remembered, replied shoving his hand back towards him none too gently.

Greg looked down at his hand and froze. There, sitting innocently on his ring finger on his left hand, was a wedding ring. A wedding ring Greg was positive he had never laid eyes on and was most definitely not wearing yesterday when he had finished work and gone to the bar. Getting an extremely uneasy feeling and a sense of foreboding, he glanced at Harry's ring finger and nearly chocked.

Harry, noticing his bed mate's gaze, glanced down, mouth dropping open in shock as his brain ceased all operations due to shock. A wedding ring identical to the one Greg was wearing was sitting innocently on his ring finger.

Tugging on Greg's hand and placing both hands side by side to compare the rings, there was no doubt they were a set. A matching set. A matching set of wedding rings for Merlin's sake.

Wide green eyes met hazel in disbelieving shock.

"We're married. We are so fucked," Harry breathed, thoughts running at a mile a minute, too jumbled to actually make sense of past the fact that he was actually married.

Greg couldn't agree with his husband?'s breathless exclamation more. They were so fucked.

TBC…