Greg was new to the lab and Warrick had his eye on him. He was funny, he was quirky, and had terrible taste in music from Warricks stand point. But Greg was funny and wasn't afraid to be himself. Warrick liked that. Warrick liked a lot of things about Greg. They hadn't spoken much outside of going over DNA tests. Warrick admired from afar, this was work, and it wasn't really much of a place for relationships, especially since Warrick was certain Greg was an awkward ladies man.
Warrick was always stuck hoping for dreams.
He finds himself at a bar occasionally, he doesn't dance he thinks its weird, so he sits and drinks and waits for someone to approach him. And many men do, Warrick is an attractive man. Whether it was hooking up or casual sex he was never satisfied. He was tired of being someone to fuck.
This day at the bar was a little different. He was in a booth in the back observing people and sipping on a beer. He was a lot like Grissim in that way. He watched with no judgement at how open so many people are to strangers. I guess this being a gay bar, people felt like they belonged. People felt safe. Warrick on the other hand was not one to be social. He was waiting for something deep because casual sex was getting boring and he was tired of fucking then waking up alone. A lot of the people at the bar were regulars, and he knew most of the bartenders by name.
But tonight someone new walked in, and Warrick was taken back. He wondered how he had wandered into here. Greg stood awkwardly when he walked in, unsure of what to do. People were dancing, and Warrick could see he didn't know where to go. He took a seat at a bar and ordered a soda. Guess he wasn't the type to drink.
Warrick studied the younger man. He was fresh out of college and moved to Vegas just for this job. His hair was a mess, and he looked as crazy here as he did at work. He always wore odd T-Shirts.
Warrick saw a man approach Greg and put his hand on the small of his back. Warrick suddenly got jealous. More jealous than he'd been in a long time. He was generally calm, but seeing Greg here was close to him not having to hope for dreams.
Greg obviously wasn't interested, but the man didn't care. He was an older man looking for fresh meat. Looking for an almost perverted fuck. He was making Warrick uneasy just as much as Greg.
He stood up and decided to approach the two men. Greg wasn't much to observe his surroundings, and at this bar that's something you needed to master. Warrick walked behind Greg and put his hand on his shoulder.
"Glad to see you made it here okay babe" he said looking at the older man still trying to take advantage of the young CSI.
"Yea the bus was late and we were swamped at work." He said slightly confused but playing along.
"I got us a booth and some drinks back there," he said staring at the older man with deadly eyes. The man finally got the hint and bolted to some other young catch.
"You gotta be careful here man," Warrick said taking his hand off Gregs shoulder. Greg looked at him with innocent eyes. "Do you mind if I sit with you?" he asked self consciously.
"Of course, I didn't come over here for nothing."
Greg followed him back to the booth in the far back. He sat across from Warrick as he signaled for the bartender to come over.
"Okay I'll get you a refill Warrick, and what would you like sir?"
"Umm. a coke I guess"
"Alright I'll be back in a moment."
Warrick studied Greg. He was nervous, maybe even embarrassed, for being seen here by another co worker. It is an awkward place to meet, especially for someone new to the team.
"How long have you been coming here?" Greg asked Warrick not looking in his eyes.
"Every once in awhile I come. I used to visit more often but then I just got tired of the same old shit."
Greg nodded.
"You don't have to be nervous man, its just me. I don't bite."
Of course, unless you want me to, Warrick thought.
"I guess I was just trying to keep my private life a secret." he whispered as the waitress brought back the drinks. They both thanked her.
"I'm not a snitch" said Warrick, "Nobody even knows I come here. Except you now of course."
"Its my first time here, but I don't know if I'll be coming back."
"I mean there's some pretty creepy men that just want an easy fuck but you just need to know where to draw the line."
"I guess I'm kind of a push over."
Warrick gave Greg a soft smile. Greg took a sip of his drink.
"You take the bus here?"
Greg nodded.
"Let me drive you home, its getting late and some of these weirdos like to get on the bus at night."
Greg nodded as they walked out of the club in silence.
"How long have you known you were gay?" Greg asked his voice shaking.
"Man you need to calm your nerves. And I'm pretty sure all of my life. What about you?"
"Same I guess."
Warrick unlocked his car and signaled for Greg to get into the passenger seat. He looked at the younger man. Greg looked back, directly into his green eyes.
Warrick played yet another soft smile on his lips. "It's okay Greg," he said.
Greg nodded, "I know."
Warrick looked at him sympathetically. He took a shot in the dark and kissed Greg. It wasn't rough, it was soft and quick. Warrick pulled away nervous to see Greg's reaction.
"I'm sorry" he whispered.
Greg put a hand on Warricks cheek and pulled him in for another kiss. Warrick was shocked and his heart was beating faster than when he heard gun shots at a crime scene. He put his hand on Greg's thigh, not in a sexual way but in a loving way. Greg smiled softly still kissing Warrick. He pulled away and Warrick smiled.
"Are you ready to go home?" he asked softly. Greg wasn't sure, it was late but at the same time he didn't want to leave Warrick.
"Are you hungry?" Greg asked.
Warrick smiled, "Yea there's a food place up the street."
