AN: If you get the subtle dig at the writers, you get extra points. (Also, this may turn into a two-parter, with some kind of Nick/Greg, or is that just crazed night time ideas?)
In an unusual and simply temporary moment of forgetting himself, Grissom had fallen asleep. His feet were up on his desk, though he had been careful to clear away any papers so his shoes weren't on them, and he was leaning back in his chair, head tilted, a small snore echoing from the depths of his throat. He had always favoured the night shift, he wasn't much one for the daytime, but recently he really had trouble keeping himself awake. Maybe it was worry about his personal relationships with his staff, or maybe it was that he kept seeing the same murders, spaced conveniently apart, but either way, working graveyard was doing him little good.
Greg's tell-tale blonde spikes and deep brown eyes appeared over the edge of his desk. The coast was clear, as far as he could tell, though he could hardly have noticed Nick lurking in the doorway behind him from his position. He stood up slowly, clenching his teeth and breathing out slowly and deliberately. What an opportunity... He wiped his sweating palms down his lab coat to dry them. He wasn't about to waste this chance on the clammy touch of sweaty hands! He tentatively took a step forward, horribly aware that every footstep was accentuated by the echo of laminate flooring below him. He tiptoed across the room, allowing himself the pleasure of darting forward. He had planned to draw this out as long as possible, but he could take as much time as he liked over the next step. He was standing next to Grissom before he could realise it. His stomach tied itself in knots as he reached out his hand.
Grissom shifted slightly in his chair – Greg froze still, his eyes wide, willing the supervisor not to wake up. A hand clapped itself over a mouth near the doorway, but he was too busy breathing a sigh of relief to notice. The man in front of him was still snoring quietly to himself. Greg took a deep breath in; this was not the time to abandon the plan. His hand was still hovering tantalisingly close to Grissom's delightfully rounded jaw. Greg gritted his teeth against his procrastination and forced his hand forward. He found his fingertips gently stroking down Grissom's cheek. He shivered.
There was a large flash behind him. He spun around, fear and anger rising up from the pit of his stomach, to find he was being faced with an LVPD-issue SLR lens, with a grinning Nick behind it. "Score! Warrick's gonna pay big when he sees this!" Greg let out a strangely primeval growl and charged after Nick as he took flight down the corridor.
Grissom jumped awake. He was pleased to find the lab was in the state of chaos that he had left it.