Title: Hangman Drabble
Author: Dr FooFoo
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG-13
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Note: Each drabble focuses around a word I got in Hangman. :P
- Starve -
It's not that Greg doesn't like forensics conferences... He likes them, in fact, but they're always so long and they drag on like nobody's business. It's one thing to further one's knowledge of the procedures of crime scene investigation, but it's another thing entirely to lose brain cells by sitting in a room staring at the wall for three days. It doesn't help that Greg hasn't gotten laid in well over 72 hours, and even though he said he wouldn't, his right hand's looking mighty nice right now.
Finally the last speaker of the evening is done ranting about the striations of a toenail, and Greg shuffles out of the lecture hall with everyone else, and makes his way to the elevator. He's considering skipping the last conference day and just flying back to Vegas right now, but then he remembers Nick saying to give him a call if Greg needed anything. Greg's never been one for phone sex, but he's so starved for contact right now that he'll do just about anything.
When Nick doesn't answer his phone, however, Greg remembers that he's probably at work. Damn time difference... The answer machine picks up, though, and Greg grins coyly as he imagines what Nick's face is going to look like when he gets this message.
"Hey Nicky... Whatcha wearing?"