Title: Two out of every three couples turn their heads to the right when they kiss
By: 10th-letter
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG-13
Summary: This is a ficlet inspired by one of the 10 quirky facts about kissing found here: http://msn.match.com/msn/article.aspx?articleid=8952&menuid=6&lid=429.

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David Hodges strolled through the halls of the Las Vegas Criminalistics building, the themes song to a long forgotten sitcom floating through his head. As he passes by Grissom's office, something caught his eye. Grissom and Sara were kissing! Now, it was an open secret that the two of them were dating, but he didn't think a man of Grissom's stature would be so brave as to kiss his girlfriend in his own office. His girlfriend that just happened to be his subordinate, no less! Hodges tried not to stare too long, Grissom's head was tilted slightly to the right, his glasses pushed up on his head, looking more like a headband than they ought to. Sara's eyes were closed, but a sly smirk spread across her lips when she broke this kiss with her boyfriend. In retrospect, Hodges thought, he hadn't ever known Sara to do anything other than slyly smirk.

Rolling his eyes, he continued down the hall passing the break room. CSI Warrick Brown was sitting with his back to the wall, fellow CSI Catherine Willows on his lap. The TV was on in the background, some basketball game. Even though Warrick was supposed to have kicked his gambling habit, David still noticed the tall CSI mentioning various bets and card games. Why didn't anyone say anything? Catherine's head was tilted to the right, her eyes closed and her blouse unbuttoned. Hodges could actually see her tongue darting around Warrick's mouth. When the kiss broke, Warrick laughed softly. Catherine joined him. Not wanting to be caught, he continued on his walk. When he got to the garage, he heard the distinctive sound of a car hood denting.

"Woah, Nick. Someone's feeling frisky!" came a voice.

"I've always wanted to make out with someone on the hood of a car. Mind if you be my first, G?" came Nick's voice.

"Well, Mr. Stokes, I thought you'd never ask." Replied Greg. Hodges heard the sound of Greg sliding forward on the car, followed by soft moaning.

Don't these people have any sense of office decorum? thought Hodges, stepping into the garage. He was greeted by the sight of Nick and Greg in full lip-lock. Nick's shirt was untucked and Greg's hair was messed up. Both men took pride in their appearance, so for them to look so... disheveled they must have been at it for a while. Nick's face was turned to the left, Greg kissing a trail along the older man's cheek. Nick's eyes were closed, a look of pure ecstasy on his face. Greg smirked as his right hand slid slowly down to Nick's crotch, working the button of his lover's jeans.

Hodges couldn't take it any more and cleared his throat. Loudly. The reactions of the two men were priceless. Hodges would have to ask Archie for the security camera footage later. Greg actually managed to button his pants, jump off the hood of the car and straighten his hair all in one move while Nick's jaw fell to the floor as his hands rushed to his pants button.

"FUCK! Hodges! You scared the shit outta me!" shouted Nick. Nick rarely cursed.

"You coulda knocked, man." Said Greg, panting.

"I did. You two were too busy exploring each other's tonsils to notice. I have the results on the white trace on your stabbing vic, Nick. Pool cue chalk. Greg, the sticky substance on your vic's fingers was Krazy Glue. I found the suff around his neck too." Said Hodges, handing the files he had been holding to Nick and Greg before turning to leave. Out of the corner of his ear he heard Nick sigh in relief. "Hey G, how'd you manage to unbutton my pants so quick?"

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