Title: Candy
Author: by_myslf_
Rating: PG - pretty much Just a little bit of fluff.
Notes: I watched the pilot a couple weeks ago and wrote a little thing based off that. Done in Nick's POV.

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It was the way he looked at me when we talked about anal swabs and Dreamcast video games, back when Warrick and I were running for Level 3 CSI. The Dreamcast alone has to tell you that this was quite sometime ago. The Dreamcast? Today, the X-box is the only way to go, who even remembers Sony's Dreamcast?

It had definitely been the look he had given me when I questioned his anal swabs. There was this casual smirk in his eyes that had hit me with something I've never been hit with before. There was this out there quirkiness about his personality that, although I had noticed it before, I had always just put it off as him being ‘weird'.

Then again, everything about Greg Sanders was a little weird, but I liked it. Ever since that day, I've liked it. His eccentric shirts he often used to wear, the leather wristband he was wearing on that day we talked of anal swabs, the crazy hairstyles that were always so perfect and always so Greg, the music blaring from the DNA lab, the antics we knew so well.

At first, you judge him as nothing but a weird science geek, and then he casts that casual smirk over his shoulder and you fall in love. There's no easy way around it. He was one of those people that I couldn't help but fall in love with.

"Nicky, stop watching me and go back to sleep." His sudden voice broke me from my train of thought and Greg never even open an eye as he spoke sleepily, scratching at the small of his back.

I couldn't help but grin to myself. That was another thing I loved about Greg: I swear to you, he has a sixth sense because there are definitely times when I think he can read my mind. It scares me, but it makes my breath catch in the back of my throat everytime.

"I thought you were asleep?" I couldn't help but put my hand through his hair and one of those smirks of his casually came into place. Greg's eyes still weren't open, so he was unable to see the boyish grin that had spread across my face at his smirk.

"Nick?" Greg asked as I put my hand to his cheek. He put his hand over mine and entwined our fingers together.

"Yea, G?"

"Wipe the grin off your face."

I chuckled aloud, unsure exactly how he knew I was grinning and then Greg finally opened his eyes. For a few moments we just watched each other, no words exchanged, just watched. Greg got bored, he always got bored and needed to shake things up, so he brought my hand to his mouth and kissed its back.

"Tell me what you were thinking"

"What?"

"When you were so rudely watching me as I slept," he teased, kissing the back of my hand again and I took a deep breath. "Tell me what you were thinking about."

"I wasn't thinking about anything." I already knew that he wouldn't buy it.

"I don't buy it." He stretched my hand out and kissed each one of my fingers before spreading his hand out and aligning our fingers like something out of those sappy romance movies he always made me watch with him. "What were you thinking about?"

"Honestly G, it was nothing."

He gave me the ‘as if' look and pulled his hand away, lying on his back and staring at the ceiling above us. "Stokes, if you don't tell me, I'm going to make you sit here and watch a whole day's worth of those romance movies you love so much." Greg's threat rolled thickly off his tongue and I rolled onto my stomach, resting my chin on the crook of his elbow. "And before you even say it, I would dare."

I rolled my eyes and answered with a simple, "You."

Greg lifted his head off the pillow to look at me, his eyebrows raised slightly in questioning and I couldn't help but shake my head. "Me?"

"Yes, genius, you."

"Well, although I like the answer, it's only enough to get you down to 12 hours of romance movies."

"Simplicity just isn't enough for you, is it?"

"Not if I can get torturing you with sappy love stories out of it."

"Do you even like them? Or do you just like watching me cringe through them?"

"I'm hurt that you would even suggest it!" Greg threw his hand to his forehead in mockery of me and in retaliation I scraped my teeth gently at the soft skin of his elbow. "Where did this biting come from!?" Greg yanked his arm away from me and I grinned, wrapping my arm around his middle and resting my head on his chest.

"You weren't complaining last night."

"Now that we're speaking of last night why not tell me all of what you were thinking about this morning?"

Greg was never one to drop something. If he set his mind to something you could be sure as hell that that something was going to get completed. Usually I didn't mind.

"I told you, you. And I don't see how last night's sex has anything to do with my train of thought this morning."

"Yes, but I want details especially because it involves me. And the two things just correlate, don't ask how."

I sighed, mere seconds away from giving into him. I don't even think he knows what kind of control he has over me, but it is definitely total control. That charm he's got would make me do anything for him. Anything.

"Remember that case about four years ago?"

"Your hundredth? The case that got you to Level 3 CSI?"

I kissed his stomach, where his rib cage ended and I nodded. "Yea, that's the one. How did you know?"

Greg shrugged. There was now the light touch of fingertips to my back and an intricate array of patterns was being drawn. "Because I'll never forget our conversation about anal swabs, it's what started it."

You learn something new everyday, and today I learned that Greg and I fell in love at the exact same moment. Funny old world. "Me too," I mumbled. "That's what I was thinking about."

I knew he was grinning from ear to ear, I could feel it in the core of my stomach, but I was too tired to look up at him. Maybe that's how he does it, how he can read my mind. I'm not sure, but I think I like not knowing.

"Oh man! Nicky, do you remember the Dreamcast?" He was speaking fast, video games always got him excited. "NFL-2K!? Those graphics were sweet for their day!"

"But it's got nothing on NFL 2K5." I paused and then finally sat up, cross-legged next to him on the bed. I stared down into his eyes and he chewed on his bottom lip from the intensity of our gaze. "Was that really the day?"

"The day that I knew I loved you?" I watched him chuckle, his whole body vibrating, and he closed his eyes. "You're revolt at anal swabs and then the sudden turn into some ‘kid in a candy store' at the mention of video games … Yes, that was definitely the day."

I couldn't hide my grin, even as I brought my mouth down over Greg's. I was still grinning as my tongue parted his lips and raked over his tongue, searching all the crevices of his mouth. Greg and I have been together for awhile now, and we've kissed a lot, but I don't think we've ever kissed like that. There was so much intensity and so much passion that I was rendered speechless when we finally pulled back for air.

"I love you G," I said, resting my head on his chest once again.

His fingers were brushing over my hair and he mumbled a sincere, "I love you too, Nick."

And I couldn't help but grinning because I truly was like a little boy in a candy store, and Greg was my candy.

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