Title: CSI100Fics Prompt Challenge – Nos. 30 and 76 - 80
Author: Dee
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 451, 213, 207, 182, 294 and 992 respectively
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Characters: Gil Grissom and Nick Stokes
Warnings: Fluff and AU.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: In my dreams they are like, totally mine!
Beta: Unbeta-ed. So the mistakes are all mine! The icon is high_striker’s.
A/N: I think I may be accused of cheating in Nos. 76 - 80 because they follow on from one another and could be one story…actually, they are one story…

Death

“Nick; Nick!” Gil called out urgently.

“What is it, what’s the matter?”

“It’s Cleo, Cleopatra…she’s dead!”

“Oh.”

“Oh? OH? IT’S Cleo…my most successful racer…poor thing. You could show a bit of sympathy.”

“Right; for a cockroach?”

“My pet. I’ve lost my pet.”

“It’s not like you cuddled her on the couch though is it?”

“Not on the couch, no, but I did stroke her and pet her…her passing is traumatic for me.”

“Traumatic.”

“Nick, I would expect you to show me a bit more concern at such a sad time.”

“Okay. I’m sorry your pet cockroach is dead.”

“That didn’t sound very sympathetic.”

“Sorry…how about, “Oh Gil, sweetheart I’m so sorry for your loss, when’s the funeral?”

“Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit.”

“Oscar Wilde…what, I’m not allowed to know who you’re quoting? In fact it’s been said he was actually being sarcastic when he said it….”

“...that’s all well and good, but the fact remains that Cleo. Is. Dead. I am bereaved.”

“Okay. Well what do you do with dead ‘roaches…flush ‘em?”

“Are you suggesting that after all the excellent service she has given me over three years…or more…that I consign her to the sewers of Las Vegas?”

“I don’t know, just asking; I’ve never had a pet…cockroach. You want to dig a grave and say a few words?”

“Stop being sarcastic.”

“I wasn’t, honestly; do you want to dig a little grave and say a few words…really, do you?”

“That seems, I don’t know, a bit much for a cockroach.”

“It’s Cleo we’re talking about here, your best racer.”

“I know.”

“Come on; I’ll get the spade and we’ll find a nice spot in the garden and bury her.”

“You’d do that for Cleo?”

“No, not exactly; I’m doing it for you because you’re sad she’s died and this will give you some closure. You know, help you deal with her death.”

“Yes. It does seem a bit much though…for a cockroach.”

“She was your pet and she raced for you and you will miss her.”

“Yes, I will. I've got all the others though.”

“You have.”

“I think I might have been overreacting…somewhat…”

“Mmmm.”

“Wipe that smirk off your face, Stokes.”

“Me…smirk? Isn’t that your trademark?”

“I don’t smirk.”

“Of course not.”

“You’re being sarcastic again.

“Don’t start all that again. Look; let’s wrap Cleo in a sheet of kitchen paper and commit her to the trash and then we can go to bed and have consolation sex for a death in the family.”

“Nicky! You are so full of good ideas, it’s no wonder I love you.”

“I know.”

“You do, don’t you? Sometimes I think that you’re the driving force in this relationship.”

“Only sometimes…..”

The End


Who?

Gil jumped when the telephone rang. He didn’t actually get many calls at all on his home landline. Most people used his cell to contact him.

“Hello?”

“Gris? Grissom?”

“Yes; who is this?”

“It’s…errr Nick…Nick Stokes.”

“Nick? Why are you calling me on my landline?”

“I’ve lost my cell with your number in and for some reason I only have you home number in my work book.”

“Okay…and…”

“Is my cell in your truck; that’s what I was going to ask; that’s the last time I remember using it, when we came back from that scene this morning.”

“Do you want to wait while I look or shall I call you back?”

“Whatever is easiest.”

“Stay there, I’ll go and look.”

“Thanks, Gris.”

Gil found Nick’s cell on the floor, at the side of the passenger seat. As he picked it up it rang and Gil answered it. A few minutes later he was back in his house.

“Nick, I have the cell, I’ll bring it to work tonight, is that okay?”

“Errrr, well, yes I guess I can live without it, I’ll be asleep for most of the time. See you tonight then?”

“Yes Nick, you will. Bye.

“Bye.”

There was a mystery that Gil would like to solve in the meantime.

The End


What?

Gil found Nick’s cell on the floor, at the side of the passenger seat. As he picked it up it rang and Gil answered it almost automatically.

“Hello.” The connection was very poor and most of what Gil could here was static and a few syllables.

“Ni…smee, wha doin tomor…”

“What? Hello? I can’t hear you properly. This is not Nick.”

“Brea up Nick see at usual pl…”

“Hello? This is not Nick.”

The cell went dead but as Gil locked up the truck and went back into his house it vibrated and rang out; it was a text message. Gil could hardly avoid reading it as he had the same model cell and had automatically clicked ‘read’ and it was displayed. So he didn’t; avoid reading it.

‘babe cu usual place 1030 in the morn bring condoms and lube i always have to get them jeffxxx’

Gil stared at the text for several moments. ‘Way to be shocked’ is what he thought. If he was meeting Nick he wouldn’t mind providing supplies, it would be a small price to pay for such a prize.

He picked up his phone again and spoke, “Nick, I have the cell, I’ll bring it to work tonight, is that okay?”

The End

Where?

‘So where was their ‘usual place’?’ That question occupied Gil's mind for some time that morning and ‘Jeff’, Gil didn’t know anyone called Jeff; he was sure there was no one in the lab by that name and he couldn’t remember any cops called ‘Jeff’.

So, straight Nick was meeting a man and was supposed to take condoms and lube. Now Gil was making a huge interpretive leap. It could be that they were into threesomes (or even more, this was Vegas) with a woman and it wasn’t just Nick and Jeff.

Ah!

The text had started ‘babe’; that’s not a usual friendly term between men. And had kisses after the message. The evidence was circumstantial but if this had been a case Gil would have pursued this as a lead.

Gil needed to find out more; he needed to know. For God’s sake if Nick Stokes wasn’t the straight arrow he believed him to be, he wanted to be able to have a crack at the goods. Nick was a prize and one which Gil would very dearly love to win.

The End


When?

“Here’s your cell, Nick.”

“Thanks; you don’t realise how dependent you are on them until they’re no longer in your possession.”

“That’s true; I do try to switch mine off though, to give me a little peace when I’m at home.”

“Good idea. Thanks anyway.

“You’re welcome.”

About an hour later, Nick arrived back at the lab from a crime scene.

“Gris?” Judging by his tone of voice, Nick was annoyed.

“Yes Nick, What’s wrong?”

“Did you see a text that was sent to me last night?”

“When?”

“Last night about the time I called you?” Nick was looking somewhat angry.

“I accidentally opened it…you know I have the same model…”

“…and you read it.” It wasn’t a question.

“I’m sorry, it was unforgiveable.”

“It’s done now and you know.”

“I don’t know anything really.”

“You know enough.

“I suppose.”

“And…”

“And what?”

“Work, my job?”

“God, Nicky, it makes no difference at all, certainly not to me, I promise. Look, do you want to go out for breakfast in the morning?”

“I’m meeting…Jeff, at ten thirty.”

“If we’re not busy we could be done by seven at the latest.”

“What’s this for? What do you want to know?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all. I just wanted to show you some…solidarity, I suppose.”

“Solidarity? Like we’re in this together?”

“Exactly that.”

“………..” Nick was processing what he thought he’d heard.

“You understand?”

“Yes. I do; Sara?”

“I’m not averse to either.”

“Right. Breakfast.”

“Yes.”

“I could blow Jeff off.” As soon as he said it he realised what he’d said and Gil burst out laughing.

“An unfortunate choice of words there, Nicky.”

“Yeah. I could say I’m busy with my boss.”

“You could. It would be the truth. It could be the truth.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

The End