Title: Taking the Cake Authors: Geek and Peggie Rating: NC-17 Spoilers: None Pairing: G/Original Character, C/W, N/OC, G/OC Disclaimers: Yeah, yeah, we know we still don't own them......but we have fun with them anyway! Thanks: Heidi for Beta-ing (She's the best!). Grissom's Girl for inspiring it!



Nick and Greg were sitting at his table drinking coffee and eating pastries, someone had obviously gone out for breakfast. They looked up as he entered, "Hey Gris, sleep well?" Nick asked with a wide grin to Greg, who added, "Yeah, get any sleep at all?"

He glared at them, " Would someone please tell me why I remember a wedding?"

Greg stood up, going over to Grissom, he put an arm around his shoulders, "Sit down, I'll get you some coffee, Nick here will get you some clothes" he indicated Grissoms state of undress, " and we'll tell you all about it." Grissom sat, leaning his elbows on the table; he held his head in his hands. It was pounding again. " Please tell me why there's a woman in my bed. I remember something about a cake; she was in the cake, now she's in my bed. And I'm wearing my wedding ring. Please tell me this is not what it looks like."

Greg leaned against the counter, folding his arms across his chest, " Take my advice. Put some clothes on first. You need to hear this when you're less ah... vulnerable."

He pointed to Nick, " Nicky my boy, what are you still doing here, go get Grissom some clothes. Now."

Nick stood up, " But, " he started to blush, " I mean.well.hell! There's a naked woman in there!"

Greg sighed, " I proudly introduce Nicholas Stokes, the perfect gentleman! Go Nick. Get the man some clothes" he shooed Nick away.

Turning, he poured some coffee and handed it to Grissom along with a couple of Advil. "Drink the coffee, maybe it'll help, but I sincerely doubt it. You look like something the cat dragged in. I'd never have believed one man could drink so much if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. And of all people Grissom, you." Greg shook his head sadly, " and to think I always thought of you as someone to look up to. I should have known. The quiet ones are always the worst."

Grissom lifted his head from his hands just long enough to give Greg a long hard glare. They sat in silence waiting for Nick to come back with the clothing. Grissom's thoughts raced. *This has to be some kind of joke. Nick and Greg are too jovial, too 'comfortable' for this to be anything but a set up. Right? Right??* He wanted to be convinced, but wasn't. Something in the back of his mind...he couldn't quite pin it down...told him he was in trouble. Big trouble.

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