Title: Bracelets
By: Rayneshower
Pairing: pre-slash Nick/Greg
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Greg's new accesories have unexpected benefits...

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Nick always smiled when he saw Greg, but he smiled even more when he noticed that his favourite labrat had added yet another oddity to his ever-eccentric fashion sense: jelly bracelets. Nick had heard about them from Catherine, who'd discovered them during a case on a murdered/raped fifteen year old and had decided to rant to him about them. Apparently, different colours meant different things ("sexual" things), ranging from yellow for hugging to black for "going all the way". It figured Greg would wear something like that. He was playful like that, outgoing; always ready to do something that anyone else would think was strange or crazy. It was one of the many things Nick loved about him, the others being his smile, the way his eyes lit up whenever he broke open a case, those cute dark moles that speckled his pale cheeks... And the list went on and on.

After having a private chuckle about the bracelets and his silly crush on the man that was too young and too sweet for Nick to ever really have, he walked into the lab and handed Greg a sample to process, making conversation with the lab tech as the machine ran beside them. "Hey, Greggo. I like your braclets. Get any snapped yet?" he teased, smiling at him as he did, a playful little show of teeth.

Greg sighed, pouting slightly at the question. "No," he replies, sounding depressed (though his eyes were sparkling,so Nick knew he was fooling around), "I keep dropping hints to Catherine and Sara, but no bites. And I really wanted to break at least one..." He huffed another sigh, and didn't he just looks all together too adorable for words? "Oh well. Guess I'll just have to wait 'til somebody decides to pity me."

Nick smiled again, but this time it was shy and a light blush had come to his cheeks. Though the spark in his eyes was anything but shy. "Well, if you want to break one so bad, I guess I can help you out..." he said softly as he closed the already short distance between them and brought their lips together, kissing Greg so gently that the other man wasn't entirely sure it was happening. Nick Stokes was kissing him? Him, Greg Sanders, lab rat extrodinaire, the weird kid with the spiky hair? Was he dreaming? But by the time he realized that it wasn't some strange hallucination brought on by breathing in too many fumes in the lab or wishful thinking, Nick was pulling away and he felt a bracelet snapping against his wrist.

"There you go. One snapped orange bracelet, courtesy of Nick Stokes. See you later for those results, Greggo," the Texan said, his voice nearly a whisper but not quite. He slid the broken bit of plastic into his jeans pocket, gave Greg yet another small smile, and slipped out of the lab as if nothing had happened, leaving a very confused, very hopeful Greg Sanders touching his lips and staring after him, waiting for the time when Nick's results were ready.

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