Title: Coffee and Peaches
By: Chapin CSI
Pairing: Gil/Greg
Rating: PG
Warning: I don't speak English and it shows in my stories; luckily, my readers are very forgiving. Thanks!
Summary: Sudden inspiration struck while I was at the supermarket today...

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Warrick entered the break room, attracted by the heady scent of newly-brewed coffee. Nick was already there, looking expectantly at the coffee maker. Standing by, with a stern look on his face, was Greg.

"Come on, it's ready," Nick said.

"Not yet," Greg said, "You've gotta let it breathe. Here," he added, picking an apple from a nearby bowl of fruit, "Eat this." He glanced at Warrick, "And if you want some, you better take a seat."

Warrick obeyed. He knew better than to argue; when Greg brewed Blue Hawaiian, he was the boss.

The only one who could hurry Greg and get away with it was the boss himself, Gil Grissom, who, coincidentally, was entering the break room just then.

"Hey, Greg?" Gil said, "You said you'd have my DNA samples ready before midnight."

"Gee, Grissom, I'm sorry," Greg said, "I miscalculated. I had some samples from Catherine that I had to take care of first. But yours are my next priority."

"Well, get to it."

"I will. I just need a minute, here. It's Blue Hawaiian; we ought to let it -"

"Yeah, yeah," Gil interrupted, "'You ought to let it breathe so the bitterness is less concentrated, blah, blah'. Just pour it and go."

"But I can't just pour it, Grissom. This is a five-dollar cup I'm giving you, here. It's my hard-earned money we're talking about, so the least you can do is wait. Here, let me give you something -" he turned to the fruit bowl again. When he turned, there was a ripe peach in his hand.

"Here, look at this," Greg said to no one in particular. "See the perfect roundness, the tantalizing cleft, the rosy color?" he held the fruit on the palm of his hand for all to see, "Ever seen such a perfect combination of form, color and texture?" he glanced around, "Isn't it amazing how a peach can become the source of such sweet pleasures...?"

Warrick raised his eyebrows in surprise. He'd never heard Greg rhapsodize about fruit before. He turned to Grissom to see his reaction, only to discover that the older man was flushing to the roots of his hair.

Visibly uncomfortable, Grissom glared at Greg.

"Just pour the damn coffee and get back to work," he growled before leaving the room.

Greg gazed after Grissom's retreating form until it was out of sight, then blinked as if waking from a dream.

"Well! I better go back to work. Nick? You're in charge now," he said in a business-like manner. "Wait five minutes, then pour. Just don't hurry the process, ok? Oh, and don't forget to take a cup to Grissom."

And he hurried to his lab.

"What was that?" Warrick asked after Greg left.

"What was what?" Nick asked, his attention back to the coffee urn again.

"Didn't you see? Greg's weird-ass speech about a peach made Grissom blush for some reason."

"Oh, that," Nick said in an amused tone, "Yeah, I noticed."

"And?"

"Well," Nick said in a lowered tone, "Greg once told me that Grissom's ass is shaped like a peach. In fact, 'peach' is Greg's pet name for it."

"Oh," Warrick said. He was silent for a moment, then he glanced at Nick, "How come you never give me pet names anymore?"

THE END

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