Title: Matchmaker
Author: Kleine Snowdrop
Pairing: Greg/Warrick
Rating: G
Disclaimer: CSI is not mine!
A/N: This is slash. I had a pairing for Nicky in mind when I wrote it, but never made it to the story, so I left it open.
Matchmaker
Warrick Brown growled deep in his chest. His friend placed a cool hand on his arm, keeping him focused on the task at hand. He and Nick Stokes were in a club. Not the sort of club that either man regularly went to. The sort of loud, flashy club that Greg Sanders liked. The younger man liked to dance and these clubs were perfect for him.
Nick had dragged Warrick to this club; after the other CSI had let it slip that he had very strong feelings for one quirky lab rat. Nick was already very much aware that the feelings were requited. He had spent one to many nights, away from his own lover, with a drunk Greg Sanders. Greg was on far too many occasions a maudlin drunk.
Nick led Warrick to a booth in the corner. From this table they could see the dance floor. Warrick's eyes remained glued to a spiky brown haired man that had no idea he was being scrutinized.
Greg was dancing with a group of his clubbing friends. He was blissfully unaware that the object of his affections was sitting a few tables away. Wishing he were somewhere else, with someone else, he broke away from his friends and headed to the bar. After ordering a rum and coke he headed to an empty table.
Nick said something into his cell phone and turned to Warrick. He pointed at Greg sitting there all alone and nearly forced the other man to out of the booth. He took a sip of his beer and waited for something to happen.
"Hey, Greg."
Greg jumped at the sound of Warrick's voice. He had been lost so far in thought about that man and wasn't sure that he had actually heard that beautiful voice. He looked up and smiled, when he saw uncertain hesitation in those green eyes.
"Warrick," he tried to mask his excitement, but he knew that he failed. It was rare that they ever did anything outside of work together.
"Can I join you?" asked the CSI. He was extremely tense; he had no idea as to why he'd agreed to come to this bar, or as to why he had told Nicky in the first place. As he looked at Greg's expectant face, he suspected that Nick had been playing matchmaker.
Nick waited until he finished his beer. He toasted the two, already lost in their own world, with his last drink and told his own lover that he was heading home.
The end