Title: The Blind Date
By: Carina Scott
Rating: FRAO
Summary: How Warrick and Gil became a couple.
Pairing: Warrick/Gil

Warrick Brown and Gil Grissom had been pining away for each other for years before they actually began dating. For years they had flirted and hinted but never acted on their feelings and mutual attraction. They were already in love before they finally went out on a date, if that's what you called their "first" date. After listening to their best friends talk endlessly about their feelings for the other, yet doing nothing about it, Catherine and Nick decided they'd had enough. So they put their minds together and came up with a plan. They each invited their best friend out to eat at a nice, secluded restaurant. They let them know that the other was coming, knowing that would guarantee their attendance.

So on the night in question, Catherine feigned an emergency about 15 minutes after they got to the restaurant.

"Sorry guys, the babysitter says Lindsey is puking all over the place. Gotta run, see you guys at work," Catherine said as she rushed off, giving Nick a knowing look.

"Hope she feels better," Nick called to her.

They sat in silence for a few more minutes, looking at the menus, deciding on their choices for an appetizer when Nick's cell rang. "Stokes," he said, excusing himself to go to a more private place to talk. Finding a private corner, he said into the phone, "Good timing Catherine."

He came back with a grin on his face, hoping it would have the desired effect. It did.

"Hot date, Nicky?" asked Warrick.

"Yeah, sorry to bail on you guys, but I gotta go. See you tomorrow at work."

"Don't worry Nicky. Have fun," said Grissom.

"You too." Nick said as he sauntered out of the restaurant to meet Catherine at her place for a movie night with her, Lindsey….and Greg, the babysitter.

*******

"So I guess it's just the two of us," Warrick said, happy that lady luck was finally smiling down on him.

"I guess so. Look, Rick, I know you were looking forward to having dinner with Nicky and Catherine, so if you wanted to call it a night since he left, I'll understand," said Grissom hoping against hope that Warrick wouldn't leave.

‘Is he crazy?' thought Warrick. "Nah, Griss. I was looking forward to having dinner with Nic, Cath, and you. You're still here, and I would love to have dinner with you. However, if you'd rather leave, that's fine."

"No, it's not that, just thought you might enjoy spending your night off doing something other than eating with me."

"I can't think of anything I would rather be doing than eating dinner with you."

Feeling a blush creeping up his neck, Gil picked up the menu. He looked at the selections of wine, while trying to hide his flushed face from Warrick's view.

Smirking at the blush he saw on Gil's face, Warrick picked up his menu as well.

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They ate in comfortable companionship through the rest of the meal. They talked about different things, learning more about each other. They were so engrossed in their conversation; they didn't notice they were the last ones in the restaurant until the waiter came over with their bill.

"I've got this one, Gil," Warrick said as he pulled out enough money to cover their meal, as well as a sizeable tip.

"That's not necessary Warrick. I can pay for my own meal," Gil said as he placed the money he had retrieved on the table, only to be stopped by Warrick's hand on his.

"You can pay next time," Warrick said, feeling the electricity flowing between them

"Sure," Gil said, giving in at the promise Warrick's last comment held, "Next time."

They finally broke the contact, upon hearing the clearing of a throat. They looked up to see the waiter waiting impatiently.

"Sorry, guess we loss track of time. Hope the tip makes up for it. You have a good night," Warrick said to the waiter as he and Gil stood to leave.

It wasn't until they had reached the parking lot that Gil remembered he had ridden to the restaurant with Catherine.

"Don't worry, Griss. I'll drop you of at home." Warrick said realizing the situation.

Looking at Warrick, Gil asked, "You sure? I could always get a cab."

"Yeah you could, but you don't have to. Besides, I enjoy your company" Warrick said heading for his Tahoe.

Blushing again at the compliment, Gil followed.

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They rode in comfortable silence, thinking about how much they had enjoyed the night. Although, the night had not ended up as expected, that was a good thing.

Gil couldn't remember a time when he had enjoyed talking to another person so much. Warrick was a very intelligent young man, knowledgeable about several subjects. Warrick was pleased as well. He had always known Gil was intellectual, tonight he had learned Gil also had a great sense of humor, and a wonderfully infectious laugh. They had received several glares form the other patrons because they were giggling like school girls at each others jokes. It was a wonder they hadn't been thrown out of the restaurant. Not that it would have mattered, they were having such a wonderful time that nothing could have ruined it.

But unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, they each thought as they pulled up in front of Gil's condo.

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"We're here," Warrick said, announcing the obvious. He glanced at Gil, when he made no move to open the passenger door.

Gil looked back at him "Wanna come up? I've got some of Greg's famous coffee."

"You sure? It's kind of late. You sure you don't want to just get some sleep?"

‘Only if you'll join me' Gil thought, and then pushed those thoughts aside. "I'm still kind of wired. Couldn't sleep if I wanted to. But I'll understand if you need to get home so you can get some sleep."

"No, it's not that. I'd love to come up. But I think we should pass on the coffee. We are both wired enough as it is."

"That's probably a good idea. I've got scotch, tea, or juice. Your choice," Gil said as he got out of the Tahoe.

Warrick shut the driver side door, hitting the button on his keychain until he heard the familiar chirp, telling him the Tahoe was locked. He followed Gil up the walk to his door.

Feeling Warrick standing so close was causing Gil to have trouble concentrating. He tried three times, before he was finally able to unlock the door.

Upon entering, Gil gestured towards the living room, "Make yourself at home. I'll be right back." He headed to bathroom down the hall, where he splashed water on his face. He looked at himself in the mirror, ‘Get a hold of yourself, Gil. You keep acting like a lovesick teenager and you're gonna scare him off' Gil scolded himself. Taking a deep breath, he exited the bathroom.

He stilled as he entered the kitchen to find Warrick there, silently making tea for both of them. He looked so comfortable in Gil's kitchen. Gil stood silently and watched him as he moved around the small space. He was mesmerized by the muscles in his arms as he reached into a cabinet for two mugs. Then he watched as he placed a bag in each mug. Warrick then reached over for the steaming teapot to pour water over the teabags. That's when he noticed Gil… and dropped the teapot, sending water everywhere.

"Shit!" he yelped, trying to move out of the way of the hot water, only to knock the two mugs onto the floor. As he tried to avoid the scalding mugs, he lost his footing in the water covering the floor, and fell with a scream.

Everything had happened so fast, that Gil didn't have time to react, until he heard Warrick's pained scream.

"Rick! Are you okay," Gil asked as he went to his side.

"Yeah I think so, but my ass is saying different," Warrick said as Gil carefully helped him up and out of the kitchen.

Forgetting the mess in the kitchen, Gil helped Warrick to one of the dining room chairs.

Looking at Gil, Warrick said, "Uh... Gil, I don't think that's gonna work."

Confused, "Why not?"

"As I said in the kitchen, my ass is not fine. I think I got ceramic from the broken mugs stuck in it. I can't sit down right now."

"Oh, well let me help you into the bedroom, you'll just have to lay face down on my bed, while I get the broken pieces out."

Pushing all the erotic images out of his mind at Gil's words, Warrick complied. As embarrassing as this would be, it would be nothing compared to the thought of some nurse in the emergency room looking at his bare ass as they pulled the ceramic from his buttocks. Not to mention that he had to work with these people all the time, how was he supposed to face them after something like that? That's what he loved about Gil; this little incident would go no further than these four walls.

Once Gil helped him onto the bed, he disappeared to get his first aid kit. As Warrick lay face down on Gil's bed, breathing in the scent of the man he had loved for years, he realized how ironic his situation was. For years he had fantasized about being in this exact position, only it had been for entirely different reasons. Trying to forget about those fantasies, Warrick heard Gil enter the room.

As Gil entered the room, he stopped. His fantasy lay out before him. He had wanted Warrick so long, he couldn't remember a time when he didn't. And now he was here, only not in the capacity he wanted. Pushing all thoughts aside, Gil moved to the bed.

"Warrick, you're gonna have to take off your jeans." Realizing what had been said, both men froze. Gil sobered before Warrick. "I forgot the tweezers, I'll be back."

He made his way back down the hall, willing his body to behave. When he returned he found Warrick once again, lying face down on his bed, this time only wearing his dress shirt and boxers. He had to bite back a moan as he made his way back to the bed.

Feeling the bed dip, Warrick realized Gil had returned. He had been trying to will his body to calm down, since Gil had ordered him to strip. Good thing I am lying face down or this would be awkward.

Suddenly feeling warm hands on his left thigh, Warrick tensed. "Its okay Rick, I'm not gonna hurt you. If it starts hurting, let me know. It might hurt a little bit at first, but once I'm through, you'll feel a lot better," Gil said as he removed the pieces of broken ceramic from Warrick's thigh. Warrick had to stifle a moan as Gil's words bombarded with images having nothing to do with broken mugs or tea.

"All done," Gil said as he removed the last piece of ceramic from Warrick's thigh. He then applied antiseptic and a gauze bandage. Smoothing a hand over the bandage, Gil stilled at Warrick's moan.

Realizing that he had moaned aloud, Warrick looked around to see if Gil had noticed. Seeing the look on his face, he realized he had.

"Gil you all right back there? You're awfully quiet?" Warrick asked. Receiving no response Warrick moved to stand to his feet, groaning at the pain in his thigh.

Hearing Warrick's groan and feeling the movement, Gil turned to him. "Rick, you shouldn't be…"he started, but all brain function was lost as he came face to face with Warrick's bulging erection.

Realizing that he shouldn't have gotten up, Warrick pulled down his shirt and reach for his jeans, "Griss, man. I'm sorry. Don't worry about this, its nothing." Warrick tried to explain as he pulled his jeans. Realizing that his crotch was still facing Gil, he turned, only to be stopped by Gils hand on his wrist.

"Really?" was Gil's one word question.

"Really, what?" Warrick asked, surprised that Gil hadn't kicked him out of his home yet.

"Is it really nothing, because it seems like a lot more than nothing to me?"

"Look Gil, this is my problem. I have been dealing with my feelings for a while now; this was just a moment of weakness. You don't have to worry about it. It won't change things between us, I promise." Warrick said hoping to the heavens that he could somehow escape with his and Grissom's friendship still intact.

"What if I want it to change things?" Gil asked, avoiding Warrick's eyes.

"What?" Warrick asked, certain he had heard wrong.

Summoning all his courage, Gil met Warrick's eyes, "What if I want things to change between us? Could you handle that?"

"Are you serious, Gil? I value our friendship too much and I don't want to lose it."

"At this point, if we don't do something about what is between us, I don't think our friendship will survive. I have had feelings for you as well and after tonight I don't think I can keep hiding them. Can you?"

"No," Warrick said as he pulled Grissom in for a passionate kiss. They kissed for several minutes, each fighting for dominance, before Warrick gave in. He let Gil's tongue survey his mouth as he relished in the feeling of being explored. They finally broke a part when breathing became a necessity.

"Gil, I want you so bad. But, with my leg, I can't. Not the way I want," he said as they pressed their foreheads together.

"There are other ways, if you want to give it a try," Gil said as he ran his thumb over Warrick's full lips.

Warrick sucked Gil's thumb into his mouth in response.

Gil began to unbutton Warrick's shirt, kissing his skin as more was exposed. He then pulled Warrick's jeans and boxers down in one gentle movement, being careful of the bandage. He sucked in a deep breath, seeing Warrick standing naked before him. "Lie down, face down." Gil ordered voice husky with desire.

Warrick looked into Gil's passion-laden eyes, before he complied. He lay down on the bed face first, waiting for whatever came next.

Gil hesitated as he looked at Warrick lain across his bed. Finding his voice he asked, "How long has it been since you've done this Warrick?"

Smiling at the concern evident in his voice, Warrick replied "I'm not a virgin, if that's what you're asking."

Relieved, Gil stripped his clothes. Once he was naked he moved onto the bed. Reaching into his bedside table, he removed a condom and lube. Savoring the view once more, he straddled Warrick's thighs, careful not to put pressure on the injured one.

He leaned in and licked Warrick's earlobe, moving to suck and kiss at the sensitive skin behind it. The noises Warrick was making went straight to his groin. He moved down and placed kisses all over the muscular back, all while running his fingertips over the sensitive skin of Warrick's tight buttocks.

Feeling Gil move lower, Warrick couldn't help the moan that escaped him as he felt Gil's hot tongue on his ass. Then he felt Gil move his legs farther apart. He arched up as he felt Gils fingers on his perineum.

Gil stroked and licked over his entrance until he had Warrick writhing and moaning under his ministrations. He placed a generous amount of lube on his finger as he prepared to enter his lover. Warrick moaned his name over and over, breath hitching as Gil's finger entered him. Gil slowly prepared his lover, adding a second well lubed finger. After a while he began to scissor his fingers, to relax the muscle of his lover's hot core. Finally feeling as though Warrick was prepared enough, Gil removed his fingers. Hearing Warrick moan at the sudden emptiness, Gil had to control his urge to come. He slowly slid the condom and some lube over his aching erection, before lining his cock up with Warrick's entrance.

"Relax, ‘Rick. I don't want this to hurt. I want this to be good for you."

"I want you inside me, Gil. Please," Warrick said as the sensation of Gil hovering at his entrance overwhelmed him.

Not wanting to keep his lover waiting, he pushed in, slow and steady, inch by inch until he was completely sheathed in heat and tightness. Gil had to force himself not to move as he allowed Warrick's body to adjust.

"Gil, baby, please move. Now," Warrick said as he the sensations thundered through him.

Gil slowly began to thrust into his lover, pulling almost completely out, before plunging back in. Soon they set a faster pace, each knowing that they couldn't last very long. Knowing that he was close to orgasm, Gil reach around and began jerking Warrick's cock, in time to each thrust. Suddenly, he felt heat wash over his hand, as Warrick reached his peak, Gil's name on his lips. Feeling his lover's inner muscles tighten around him, Gil shouted Warrick's name as he came.

Warrick and Gil lay together as they each tried to catch their breath. Gil slowly pulled out of his lover and rolled beside him. Warrick groaned at the emptiness, then he felt Gil spoon against his back, as they lay on their sides, neither wanting to move.

Breaking the silence, Gil looked at Warrick, "Earlier you said that you couldn't have me the way you wanted. What did you mean by that?"

"I meant that I wanted to make love to you, with you lying on your back, looking at me, legs wrapped around my waist, as we both reached completion. I don't think my leg would have handled it well. But I never thought about this."

"Why not? It wasn't that big a leap," Gil said as he nuzzled Warrick's neck.

"It is for me. I haven't let anyone top me since college. And then, it was only once or twice. I never found it that pleasurable."

"Is that so?" Gil said solemnly.

Realizing that Gil had taken it as an insult, Warrick turned to face him. "Gil, baby,look at me," he said when Gil wouldn't meet his eyes. Finally he looked at him, "When I said it wasn't pleasurable, I meant in college. What you gave me tonight was incredible. I have never felt anything like it. You were amazing, baby."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. I guess no one ever cared to make it pleasureable for me, as long as they got off."

"That's what happens when you make love, not just have sex," Gil said as he kissed Warrick deeply.

Breaking the kiss, Warrick looked into Gil's eyes, "Is that what this was? Making love?"

"Yes, and it always will be. I love you, Warrick."

"I love you too, Gil," Warrick said as he pulled the blankets over them.

They could worry about a shower later right know he enjoyed being cuddled up against the warmth of his lover as they fell asleep.

Epilogue

The following morning, Sara came bursting into the break room. Finding only Catherine, Greg, and Nick, she asked, "Where's Grissom. I haven't seen him since shift started. I need to talk to him about a case."

"Is it something I can help you with," Catherine asked, knowing this was just a ploy for Sara to be alone with Grissom.

"No! I need to talk to Griss!" Sara huffed, reminding Catherine of Lindsey when she was five.

"Well, you're gonna have to ask him tomorrow. He took a sick day," Catherine replied.

"A sick day? What's wrong with him?" Sara asked worriedly.

"Don't know, must have the same thing as Warrick," Nick replied smugly, as he looked at Catherine.

"Warrick? What's he got to do with Griss," Sara asked.

"Could just be coincidence, unless they got food poisoning or something like that," Nick guessed.

"Food Poisoning?"

"It's possible. They went to an Italian restaurant last night for dinner. So I am assuming if they both called in sick today, they must be sick for the same reason. Food poisoning seems reasonable," Nick lied.

"Yeah, unless they decided to play hooky and stay home in bed," Greg said as he headed towards the break room door, "Together." The look on Sara's face was priceless as he exited the break room to go to the lab.

"Greg!!" Catherine and Nick yelled in unison.

Then they burst into peels of laughter as Sara stormed off, muttering, "I always knew there was a reason Warrick was his favorite!"

THE END