Title: Sleep Talking

Author: Sam/Greg Sanders

Beta: Martha/Sanzo

Genre: Slash

Fandom: CSI Vegas

Pairing: Greg/Nick

Rating: FRT

Warning: crackfic!

Disclaimer: I own no one, so making no money.

A/N: I saw this on Yahoo and got a bunny and went with it.

Summary: Greg has a pretty active imagination, even when he's asleep.

Sleep Talking

Nick blinked his sleep heavy eyes as he tried to figure out why he was awake. Taking a quick glance at the alarm clock on his night stand, he realized that he still had about four more hours to sleep before he had to get up and get ready for work. Trying to figure out what had woken him; he gave a slight shrug and yawned as he settled down to sleep. He had just closed his eyes when he thought he heard something from his sleeping companion. Listening carefully to the man lying asleep beside him, his eyes popped open.

Did he just say what I think he said? Nick thought, eyebrows furrowing together. Turning onto his side the older man stared at the young blond with a smile on his face. Oh this is going to be good.

Waiting a few more minutes, Nick chuckled when Greg said ""Shhhhhhhhh. Shhhhhhhhh. I'm telling you: your voice, my ears. A bad combination."

Wanting to see if he would answer a direct question Nick rolled closer and whispered in his ear. "Hey G, who are you talking too?"

"Ummm…..Nicky……you're mom's at the door. Bury me. Bury me deep." The younger man responded before turning towards the older man.

Nick chuckled before waiting to see if there would be anymore words of wisdom from his young partner. When after five minutes there was no further noise, Nick settled down and plotted how he could catch these musings to use.

It was a couple nights later that Nick set up the voice activated recorder that he had borrowed from Archie. He had been reassured by the Asian that as long as it was in the same room it should work, and he was also quite vocal in that he didn't want to hear anything that might be recorded either. Keeping in mind that he didn't want his partner to know that he was being recorded, Nick set up the device on the bookcase across from the bed, using an old wooden box that normally sat on the shelf as a shield.

Greg was tired after a long shift and just wanted to head to bed. He knew that Nick was up to something but until he had a few more brain cells that could be used he wasn't going to think about it. Arriving home two hours later than normal, he moved sluggishly through the condo and into the bedroom. Seeing Nick already in bed, leaning against the headboard reading a wildlife magazine, Greg mumbled a hello before stripping and crawling in beside him.

"Long shift baby?"

"Yeah, tired, sleep now; talk later." The blond mumbled as he curled up against the Texan's side.

"Sleep tight." Nick replied as he ran his fingers through the soft hair.

Again, Nick blinked his sleepy eyes, trying to figure out what had awoken him. It didn't take him long to realize that Greg had started to talk again, and this time seemed quite upset. Thinking he was in the throes of a nightmare, Nick went to wake him up, and then he heard what he was saying and dropped his head into his pillow laughing.

"Nicky…..done for….Vampire penguins and zombie guinea pigs. We're doomed…..doomed." he cried out.

Nick, trying not to laugh, had tears streaming down his face as he tried to calm the Californian down. "Shhh…its okay Greg."

The younger man turned into Nick's embrace and cried out "I don't want to die! I love sex! And furry animals!"

Well, that was the last straw Nick broke out laughing startling Greg awake. The blond blinked at the older man and frowned.

"Nicky keep it down I'm trying to sleep." He whined as he rolled over and went back to sleep but not before mumbling "Elephants in thongs. Not something you see every day. So enjoy."

Nick continued to laugh, until he too fell asleep with a smile on his face.

The End.