Author Notes: Once again, a slash story written by me. This time, however, from Nicks point of view. It's not the best ever, but I don't mind it. Inspired by a song. No idea what song as I just heard the lyrics, but it goes something like "I'm in love with you baby/I don't even know your name." So, enjoy.
Warning: This is a slash story. Do not proceed if you get squicked out by the idea of two men in love and kissing. And don't even think about commenting on how its wrong and immoral. It's not. So either get used to it, or go away.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. CBS, Mr. Jerry B, and Mr. Anthony Z. own all characters and the shows writers own the scripts. No money is being made of this. Only my ideas are mine and are not used with the idea of harming/offending anyone.
Summary: It's a first day for a lab tech, and the end for a CSI.
Rating: Uhm... T. I think. Maybe a bit higher than that.
Spoilers: None.
Nick grinned into his coffee before taking a sip. His taste buds had become so used to the horrible taste of the brown sludge, that he could now down the stuff without wincing. Warrick, however, still grimaced with each sip as he was currently demonstrating.
"Somebody needs to start making some better coffee," Warrick muttered, glancing at the pot.
"Why don't you bring some fancy stuff? I'm sure you can afford it."
"This is my stuff." Nick couldn't help the bark of laughter that escaped his lips. He'd always had the idea it was one of the dayshift guys who made the coffee they drank.
"Nick? Warrick?" The two looked up to find Grissom standing in the doorway, somebody's brownish hair peeking from behind. "We have a new DNA lab technician."
Nick hoped it was somebody actually capable of keeping up to the nightshifts pace. The last one had run out, sobbing curses at everything he passed. He also hoped Grissom would move out of the way so he could get a good look at the new tech.
And move, Grissom did. Stepping further into the room, he started to introduce the bouncy man, but Nick didn't hear a word. He was stunned by not only how cute the new lab tech was, but by how hyper the young man seemed while hardly moving.
Nick wanted to kiss each individual mole one that body; he wanted to run his hands through that slightly curly hair; he wanted to taste those lips as they released moans; he wanted to feel that body pressed against his, humming with energy; he wanted so many things, but what he truly wanted was to know the man inside and out, both physically and emotionally.
"You want some coffee?" he heard Warrick ask, holding out a freshly poured cup. Nick watched the man grab it with slender fingers, bringing it up to his face. Nick noticed the tiny scrunch the mans nose made as he smelt the liquid, and the speed at which the coffee was dumped.
"How can you drink that stuff?" Slowly, Nicks rational side tried to wrap itself around his current thoughts. His eyes were glued to the brunette as he pulled out a wrinkled bag of coffee from his side bag. "Blue Hawaiian." And it seemed fitting to Nick that this man would like coffee with the word 'Hawaiian' in it. The bracelet with seashells around the guys wrist and the surfer hair style hinted that the man had lived somewhere warm and by the ocean.
Soon, a new cup of coffee was sitting in front of Nick, the steam rising and bringing the smell with it. And as he felt his shoulders begin to relax, eyes peeking at the man from the corners, he wondered how he was ever going to survive without touching.