AN:Unbetad, so all mistakes are mine. Spoilers for season 8.
Disclamer: I don't own CSI. If I did, we would have seen Nick and Greg making out in the locker room a long time ago.
Greg was already home watching TV when Nick came back from work.
"Hey"
"Hey. What took you so long ?" Greg asked.
"I took Grissom to breakfast. I thought maybe I could get him to open up about Sara's departure." Nick replied, sitting next to Greg and giving him a small kiss.
"So did it work?"
"Nope," Nick sighed. "Every time I tried to bring it up, Griss just stared at me for awhile and then changed the topic. But unfortunately I now know the detail training program for his next cockroach race."
Greg laughed.
"Now, you never know when that could come useful."
They sat in silence for a while. Nicks hand found it's way to Greg's shoulder, who in turn snuggled closer to Nick.
Suddenly Nick gave a loud sneeze, causing Greg to jump.
"Geez, Nick. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" Greg asked, startled.
"Sorry, babe. I guess I've caught Grissoms flu."
"Well, that's what you get when you take a socially incapable entomologist to breakfast: cockroach talk and a flu." They both laughed.
"Come on, let's go to bed."
Two day later Nick was lying on the bed and there was a large pile of tissues besides it. A loud sneeze greeted Greg when he stepped into their bedroom.
"Hey honey. You feeling any better?" He asked.
"No," Nick answered, his voice sounding like it came from underground. "I don't know how's that possible, but I feel even worse than in the morning. " He glanced at the clock. "How come you're home already? The shift doesn't end for two hours."
"It was a slow night. I though I'd come home to spend some quality time with my husband," Greg said, leaning down to kiss Nick. It started tenderly, but soon the kiss became deeper and more heated and Greg laid down on top of Nick. Finally Nick pulled away from the kiss.
"Greg, we can't do this."
"Why not?" Greg asked, moving on to nuzzle Nick's neck.
"Because I'm sick"
"So?" Greg started to open the buttons from Nick shirt.
"You'll gonna- oh god- catch it."
"Well, considering we sleep on the same bed," Greg said,moving on to the other nipple, "I think I'd already be sick, if I was going to get it." he finished, moving on to more south.
"Well, I trust your judgment," Nick breathed out, pulling his husband up for a hard kiss.
Next morning Nick woke up in a loud sneeze.
"Greg?"
"Yeah?"
"You're not sick, are you?" Nick asked, amused.
"Maybe." Came the quiet answer.
"What did I told you?"
"Oh,shut up and give me a tissue," Greg scowled.
Just then their phone started ringing. The two men looked at each other, neither one of them wanting to get up.
"Oh, alright, I'll get it," Nick relented.
Greg listened to him answering the phone and making a small argument with the person on the other end, before hanging up and coming back to the bedroom.
"Time to get up, Sunshine," Nick said, going to the wardrobe. "We got to go to work."
"What? But it's my day off. And you're on sick leave. "Greg whined
"Sorry, Greg." Nick said, coming to the bed and giving Greg a small kiss. " But some witness from that gang-case has been killed, and they're calling us all in."
"Guess I have to go then," Greg grumbled, getting up and giving another loud sneeze. "But when we get back, I'm so gonna make you pay for giving me this flu."
"Oh, so it's my fault now?"Nick asked, amused. "I was the one saying you would get sick, but you just kept on going."
"Yeah, but see, you only tried to stop me twice," Greg reasoned. "And after 6 years together, you should really know by now that the third time's the charm. So really, it's all your fault."
"OK Greg, whatever you say," Nick chuckled and went to make some coffee. When Greg was using that kind of logic, there was no use of arguing.
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