Disclaimer: Sadly none of these characters are mine; the show would be very different if they were...
A/N: Just a little something that popped into my head during one of my more boring lectures.
Sleep Talk
Greg was trying to focus on Grissom's meeting; he really was, but Nick was wearing an incredibly tight t-shirt that he swore must be restricting the man's ability to breathe. Through no choice of his own his eyes kept wandering down to said Texan's torso distracting him from the lecture being given to them by the entomologist. That fact combined with an over active imagination, lack of sleep and the fact that this meeting was actually incredibly dull meant that Greg was having great trouble staying awake.
After at least twenty minutes of desperately trying to keep his eyes open he gave up and allowed himself to drift off. In his dream it would seem that the lab had gone for the night and Nick had decided that there was, in fact, no need for shirts at all; or any other clothing for that matter. It would also seem the stronger man had decided that Greg no longer needed any clothes either, he certainly enjoyed aiding Greg with his attempts to remove the offending garments.
"Greg!" The shout woke him from his dream and he realised with a start that all eyes were on him.
"What?" he had the sense to look nervous at Warrick's snigger.
"You talk in your sleep."
"Oh crap, oh shit." Greg mumbled screwing his eyes shut tight before opening them again, disappointed to see that he had not been dreaming and all the faces were still pin pointed on him. Taking a deep breath he glanced over at Nick who sat with a mildly stunned look on his face. Without any warning Nick rose from his seat and swooped down kissing Greg forcefully, pushing him so far back in his chair it nearly fell over backwards and Greg had to grab at the wall to keep from crashing to the floor.
"Did you really think I wore this damn shirt for my benefit?" Nick raised a suggestive eyebrow and it was all Greg had needed to stand, grabbing Nick by a belt loop on his jeans, and drag the older CSI out of the door towards his car.
Grissom looked at the rest of the team. "What the hell just happened here?"
When he was met by a series of shrugs and 'Beats me's he simply shook his head and continued his lecture.
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