Title: Dancin' - with casual observations...
Author: Dee
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 832
Pairings: Gil/Nick
Characters: Gil Grissom, Nick Stokes, the usual gang and an OMC
Warnings: Fluff and AU
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: In my dreams they are like, totally mine!
Beta: jayceepat and podga for their invaluable help in the Americanisation of the fic and their insightful comments. I thank high_striker for his wonderful icons. I am indebted to them all. Any errors are mine.
A/N: Just a little fic for a rainy Sunday afternoon.....

Nick loved to dance. Gil hated to dance.

As much as he tried, Nick could never get Gil to dance; he'd tried every avenue he could, good natured request, petulant imploring, reasoned argument, angry demand. Nothing worked.

Gil was happy enough to watch Nick dance and when they went out with a group, where dancing was a feature, he would actively encourage him to do so - Catherine could dance any night away, so there was always a partner for him.

It just so happened that when Greg's birthday came around he invited all and various sundries to a party at a club he frequented. Pre-Nick Gil would have probably taken a rain check but he couldn't possibly do that now because Nick would also decline the invitation and Gil couldn't (wouldn't) live with the guilt. So they donned their party gear and off they went.

'Party gear' was a misnomer in Gil's case. He was smart, he always was when out with Nick, but a dark blue silk shirt and black slacks, was, well, just that - smart. Nick on the other hand had chosen to wear a pair of distressed black jeans and a new maroon long sleeved tee. Both of these garments were 'tight'. Far tighter than Gil would have preferred since he thought that the spectacle was almost too much for him to bear - and it was a darn good thing Nick didn't want to father children because Gil was sure his testicles were being severely constricted.

But, reservations aside, they found their way to the club - given Greg's usually less than eclectic taste in music - the bluesy feel to some of the music and the tasteful decor was very much to their liking.

The evening progressed much as any other in similar circumstances. Drinks, pleasantries, drinks, friendly chatter, drinks, suggestive comments, drinks and about everyone (except Gil) was ready to hit the dance floor.

The dance music was mixed, a few frenetic, a few slower and one or two very slow pieces. Nick always excused himself when the very slow stuff started and made his way to Gil's side. It was obvious to even a casual observer that they were together.

The music speeded up again and Catherine dragged Nick back into the fray. But something odd happened when the next slow number started. As Nick made his way back to Gil another man intercepted him and spoke into his ear. Nick looked surprised, looked across at Gil but then shrugged his shoulders and turned back onto the dance floor with the man's arm around his waist.

They then proceeded to dance together, rocking slightly to the music. The man now had his arms around Nick's neck and Nick's arms were around the man's waist. To that same casual observer they were just dancing, nothing else, a more detailed examination of the couple would have revealed a lack of chemistry, of intimacy - there was no friendliness in their postures, no warmth exuded from their bodies. It was 'a casual dance'.

To Dr Gilbert Grissom, world renowned entomologist, forensic scientist, lover and long term partner of Nicholas Stokes they were practically writhing on the floor in an adulterous display of frenzied love making. His world had turned green; all colours were now some shade of green. His breathing had speeded up, adrenaline pumped through his arteries and his height increased as he drew himself up. In fact, if said Dr Gilbert Grissom had been a primate at that very moment he would have been beating his chest with his fists and roaring, something along the lines of, 'A MAN IS TOUCHING MY NICKY, TOUCHING MY NICKY, TOUCHING MY NICKY!!'

In reality he moved swiftly through the throng of people onto the dance floor up behind the man touching his Nicky, tapped him on the shoulder, and said, "Excuse me young man, he's mine, get lost!"

The 'young man' accepted defeat immediately and moved away, leaving Nick abandoned in the middle of the dance floor, his arms and facial expression gesturing, 'What the f......?' to Gil. Gil poked him on the chest, "The privilege to dance up close and personal with you Nicky is mine, and mine alone."

Gil then stepped into Nick's already outstretched arms and wrapped his own arms around his lover's neck and moved in to him leaving nospacewhatsoever - that casual observer looking over them again would be in no doubt at all about their ultimate intentions! Gil whispered into Nick's ear, "Now seems like a good time to learn this dancing thing, what do you say Nicky?"

Nick said nothing. He tightened his arms around Gil and started to sway to the music, taking a very compliant Gil with him. His last coherent thought was, 'I must give that guy the twenty I promised....oh god....he's rubbing his hard-on on me....these jeans are too tight.....aaaarrhhhh'

Nick loved to dance. Gil didn't mind so much - as long as it was with Nick.

The End