Changing Winds of Many Ships
By: Kuroi Neko-kun
Summary: A few changes and some new faces could make three crime labs either go to hell or go the right way.
Disclaimer: All three CSIs belong to CBS. I only write stories.
Warnings: This fic contains multiple slash pairings of both f/f and m/m. And het relationships too.
A/N: I know the last chapter puts me in denial but CSI: Miami season 3 is not showing in my country anytime soon (neither is New York. Tbbt!) and a lot of people like Ryan so I'm compensating for that. Well, this chapter will actually be the continuation fuel to what I plan to do.
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Chapter 3: Going through the Vegas Strip
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"Grissom," Greg said, trying to keep his voice steady," What do you think you're doing?" He looked at the man who was tightening the last bit of rope on wrists the young CSI-in-training. And he was joyfully smiling away.
"It's a reconstruction, Greg. You're the height and weight of our victim and we need to find out how he died," he said, in a matter-of-factly voice. Greg struggled in his bonds before turning to Grissom again.
"You're having fun, aren't you?" he said, eyeing the Bugman who was smirking.
"It's a case, Greg," he said, avoiding the question. Greg glowered before letting Grissom continue as he laid Greg down on their reconstructed 'bed'. His hands touched the younger man's shoulders.
"He was pinned down, that caused the bruises on his shoulders," Grissom said, his knees between Greg's legs. Greg looked at his position before frowning.
"Doubting it," he said," Pull me up, Griss." Grissom did so, now they were both in a sitting position. Grissom gave him a look.
"I know what I'm doing," Greg assured him," Push me to the end of the bed." Once he was in that position, he looked at Grissom. "This is typical bondage routine. Adam wasn't pinned down horizontally. He was pushed to keep upright."
"So," Grissom followed up his sentence by placing his hands on Greg's shoulders. He looked up to Greg who was slightly flushed at their closeness.
"Grissom," he mumbled. Grissom barely registered to that as he brushed his lips against Greg's.
"I'm betting this is interesting when we get back," he whispered in Greg's ear. Greg was now blushing scarlet.
"Gil!" he nearly shouted, struggling in his bonds again. He never thought he'd seen the day Gil would be the cheeky devil he usual was at home. Gil smiled before looking at Greg.
"Sorry Greg," he said before placing his hands back on Greg's shoulders," so in their rampaging quest of lust, the guy gets a bullet to the head how?" Greg looked over to the crime scene photos laid beside him.
"The jealous wife?"
"You're still on that?" Gil said, slightly miffed that Greg was following his intuition.
"The door was open and we did find a set of female shoeprints. It was her size," he said. Gil sighed.
"But we have nothing to tie her to the crime scene. None of her shoes matched. We need to find the shoes. That's why Sara is checking up dumpsters," Gil said before pulling himself closer to Greg. The younger man could feel and smell Gil's wafting breath. He smiled.
"I like you like this," he said.
"Gil, you've always had me all tied up," Greg whispered, inching closer to Gil's mouth, teasing him as he refused to move forward and kiss him.
"Whoa!" At the sound of the voice, they instantly broke apart and turned to the sound of the voice. Sara grinned at them.
"Did I interrupt something?" she asked.
"No. We were reconstructing," Gil said, now getting off the bed.
"Looks like you were planning to suck Greg's face," Sara said," But you're not that kind of man, are you?" Gil shrugged before undoing Greg's binds.
"That depends on what you're talking about, Sara," he said before helping Greg up. Then he turned to Sara again.
"Is there a reason that you're here?" Sara handed Grissom three evidence bags.
"Gun, shoe and shoe," she said proudly," All from her apartment dumpster."
"Great. Match the prints for me," he said handing the bags back," Greg, you deal with the gun. I want it dusted, printed and sent to ballistics." With that, Grissom left the room.
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Greg was heading to ballistics since Bobby Dawson paged him but as he passed Trace, Hodges pulled him into the lab. He glared at the man before huffing.
"What do you want?"
"Have you been flirting up with Grissom lately?" Greg sighed before turning to Hodges.
"So what if I am, Hodges?"
"I'm suggesting you tone it down because Sara is on a jealous rampage and was taking it out on me," he said. Greg sighed.
"Hodges, how did you find out about me and Griss again?" Greg asked, not sure how this guy, of all people, knew something so privy about him and Grissom.
"I stumbled upon you kissing him goodnight. Look, you know I don't care what you do but I care when the jealous banshee decides that I'm the best punching bag around and take her frustrations out on me," he said.
"You're everyone's punching bag," Greg said," What do you want me to do? Tell Sara?"
"It'll get her off my back… and yours." Greg looked at Hodges. Did he just offer good advice? He left the Trace lab, a confused look on his face as he stared at Hodges.
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Warrick walked into the locker room, a huge grin on his face. Making Nick not only unconsciously blush but wonder what he was so goddamn happy about. The answer came almost instantly as Catherine walked pass the locker room with the exact same happy smile. He knew those two were having a relationship and they were planning to make it as obvious as neon signs. Nick knew he should be happy but, truth to the fact, he was not. He had been (how could he say it?) attracted to the man for years, ever since he entered the crime lab. Warrick was the reason he stayed when many times he wanted to leave. He knew that there was no opportunity for him in Vegas anymore and the last fluke of a promotion proved it. Hell, he'd been moved to swing shift because of his damn blunders. He inwardly sighed before looking at Warrick.
"Why are you so happy?" he asked, making conversation.
"Now, that is the question that I refuse to answer," the other man said.
"Well, it's obvious why anyway," Nick said before hastily keeping his things in the locker. He smiled at Warrick before leaving. As he stepped out of the locker room, he wore his heart on his sleeve.
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He found Grissom frowning at the doorway of his office, staring at something on the other side of the hallway. Greg walked over to him and tapped his shoulder, making Grissom snap out of his reverie.
"What is it, Greg?"
"It's been awhile since you spaced out like that. Is that hearing problem coming back?" he asked, concern etched on his face. Grissom smiled before shaking his head.
"I just had a peculiar request from Nick."
"Did he ask you for a threesome?" Gil frowned at Greg's joke. "Sorry," the younger man apologized.
"He actually asked me whether there were any requests for transfers to other states. When I asked him why, he said that he feels that his career was going down the drain and he didn't want that to happen," Gil explained to his lover. Greg frowned.
"Maybe it's high time I talked to him," the man said.
"You're going to ask Nick about his problems?"
"Gil, Nick and I are buds. He won't exactly tell me everything but maybe someone to talk to might help," he explained. Gil had the look that said that he didn't exactly agree but he thought it was generally a good idea. Greg gave a smile before handing Grissom a file.
"That's the reports from Bobby. It's a match to the bullet in the lover. I even ran the prints on the gun with Jacqui, it's a match to the wife. Hopefully, the shoeprints match so that we can slam her."
"Greg, you have to remember that you have to follow the evidence, not whatever theory you form in your head," Gil said.
"I know, Gil," he said before smiling," Sorry."
"It's okay. Make it up later," Gil said before going back into his office, leaving a slightly shocked Greg at his doorway.
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There it was again. That exchange that makes Gil smile the way he does when Greg says something or does something. Grissom gave him more attention that he would give most of his colleagues. Some people justify that as training but she thought of it as something else. The way they would look at each other sometimes… It looked like they were in love with each other. Sara sighed before giving herself a mental kick. She was being paranoid again. She already put forward a week of vacation time. Hopefully, Grissom approves it. She planned to visit a friend in New York. Maybe some girl time with Aiden would help her get her mind straight…. She hoped.
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To Be Continued
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