Title: Beginnings
Author: stokesgirl
Rating: R (just to be safe)
Characters: Gil/Nick
Warnings: Slash and so OOC
Summary: Trying my hand at the CSI100Fic prompts. This is for the prompt “Beginnings”.
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own them and never will. Just having some fun with them. They will be returned unharmed.

I can remember, exactly, when it happened. When I decided enough was enough with this dance that we seem to be doing. I just wasn't, exactly, aware that I had made a decision. 'It' happened a couple of years after you started working at the lab.

 

I still remember when Brass introduced you to me as the new CSI he hired. I thought you were the most beautiful creature I had ever laid my eyes on. I have to tell you; even then, I could feel Little Gil twitching. You were so professional that first time we met and all I wanted to do was throw Brass out of my office, lock the door, throw you down across my desk and just take you, right then and there. However, I could not go and actually do that, now could I? It would have been unprofessional; besides, I didn't think you were gay. A man as handsome, beautiful, sexy & let's face it, hot as you had to be straight and if you were gay you definitely would not have been interested in me. I'm older, set in my ways and no where near as fit as you.

 

I lusted after you for two years; two very long years. I thought you were straight and I knew I had no chance with you. Then I saw you once, coming out of Snick's Bar, the oldest gay bar in Vegas. I go there too, but had never seen you. I like it because the patrons there are over 30 and it is not a trendy bar. The bartenders, Nick and Barry, treat you like one of the family. You were exiting with a man and I could not believe it. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. You were interested in men. Later I would learn that you are bi-sexual, just like me.

 

When I saw you come out of that bar, I started wondering if, maybe, I did have a chance with you. Immediately, though, the self-doubts started, as they always did. Why would someone as young as you want someone as old as I. Then I noticed something. The man you were leaving with, he was older, looked to be around my age. It was dark so I could not get a real good look, but then that 'maybe I do have a chance' thinking came back. I had a lot to chew over and I needed a drink. I drove around awhile, not really knowing where I wanted to go, but, somehow, I ended up at The Peppermill, one of the team's favorite places to go. Don't really know why I went there, but I did.

 

I entered The Peppermill and there you were, with the same man I saw you leave the bar with. You looked so nervous when you saw me enter, like a child that has been caught doing something they should not be. There was nothing to be nervous about, now was there? It wasn’t like you knew, that I knew about you, but yet, there you were acting nervous. You introduced to me your 'friend' and by God, Nicky, it was almost like looking in a mirror. He had curly brown hair that was graying, blue eyes, a little paunchy in the middle and even had my dimple. I could not believe it. We exchanged the typical pleasantries and I left you to your 'date'. I really did not want to. I wanted to grab that guy by the neck, drag him outside and tell him, “He's mine, get lost.” However, I couldn't do it, as much as I wanted to. It would have been wrong of me and you probably would have thought I was batty. You probably would have been right.

 

After bumping in to you, I left the restaurant/bar. I had too, I just could not bare the thought of watching you with him, leave with him, go home with him, and, probably, fuck him. I wanted to be the one you left with, went home with and who you fucked. Besides I just might have started beating my chest, like a gorilla, and scream “he's mine, he's mine!” Now we, definitely, could not have that. Nope, we could not.

 

The next few nights at work were busy. All of us working double shifts; I barely saw you, though I couldn't get you out of my mind. Finally, our cases were solved and some easy cases came in. I sent Catherine, Warrick, and Sara all out on various cases, just so I could keep you in the lab near me. This way if I wanted to see you all I had to do was walk around until I found you. Besides I knew there was some evidence you really wanted to finish processing, since the court date was coming up, so we both won in this situation. However, you were not aware of that, now were you?

 

I sat in my office with a pile of cases and paperwork to get through. I was doing pretty well too, that is, until you walked by my office. You were walking with Greg and you laughed at something he said. Okay, it was time to get some coffee, try to get you out of my mind and go back to the hell that was on my desk. I went to the break room and there you were. Why was I not surprised? Fate keeps messing with me and I know it is laughing.

 

You were reading the sports page and eating a sandwich. “Hey, Griss,” you said.

 

“Hey back,” I responded. I could not help, but wonder how your 'date' went. In fact, I had to know how it went. Was it serious? Was it just a one-time thing? Is there a chance for you and me, Nick? I know it's none of my business, but...”How's your friend doing, Nick?”

 

You looked up from the newspaper and said, “Don't know, he was just passing through on business.”

 

“Ah,” was all I could say, though inside I was jumping for joy. You went back to reading your paper and I went back to my office. It was strange though. When I entered my office, I made sure the all the blinds were closed and the other door was locked. Strange being that it was something I don’t normally do and I do not know why I did, I just ‘had’ too.

 

I sat down at my desk and saw Warrick walk past my office door. I hollered for him and asked if he would mind telling you that I wanted to see you. He said sure and left to look for you.

 

“Hey Griss, you wanted to see me?”

 

I looked up from my paperwork, stood and walked toward you. “Is everything ok?” you ask.

 

“Everything is fine, Nick,” I say as I go to close and lock the door. “I just wanted to see you.”

 

You turn around to look at me and you have such a worried look on your face it made me just want to hug you, to console you.

 

“Did I do something wrong?” I shook my head no.

 

“Do you need help wi...”

 

That was when it happened. I did not let you finish what you were saying. I just walked up to you, looked into those beautiful brown eyes of yours, put your face in my hands and kissed you.

The End

 

A/N: There really is a gay bar in Vegas called 'Snick's' and I got the bartender's names from someone's review. I Googled to get a name of a bar.