Title: Feel Good Inc.
By: Ciara
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI….yet.
Rated: G
Series: 1) Dance
Spoilers: Takes place after "Who Are You?"
Note: CSIrocksmysocks get my kudos for figuring out where the cowbell line came from in the last chapter! Song by GorillaZ.
Summary: Wherein Greg decides Nick should dance.

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Greg Sanders pulled up into the driveway and parked his car outside the garage. He looked at the house and saw no sign of life. The shades were drawn and all the lights were off. He glanced at his watch. 4:06 am. He was glad Grissom had let him off his shift early, even though he was shorthanded that night. He grabbed a bag off the passenger seat and slipped quietly out his car and went to the front door and knocked. After moment, he heard a bit of scuffling and then the door opened. A disheveled looking Nick stood before him, clad in only a pair of sweats. They stood for a moment, staring.

"Uhh…hi," Greg said. 'Oh, so smooth,' he berated himself.

"Hey Sanders…" Nick paused, "Uhmm…come in." He pulled the door open all the way and moved to let Greg in. Greg followed Nick into the house and into his kitchen. He slipped off his shoes and hung his jacket across a chair. The entire house was dark.

"Sorry if I woke you up man," Greg said. Nick shook his head.

"Wasn't sleeping,"

"Oh," Greg looked around uncomfortably, "Nice place."

"Uh, thanks," Greg started to laugh. Nick frowned at him.

"What's so funny?" he demanded.

"I don't know why, but I'm really nervous," Greg said, "Like as if this were my first day of school." He held up the bag in his hand. "I brought some beers over."

"Is this some attempt to get chummy with me?" Nick said, even though he was smiling. Greg grinned evilly.

"I don't think chummy is a good choice of word for it," He reached for the bag and pulled out two beers, tossing one to Nick. He caught it with one hand.

"So what brings you here, Greg? Surely you didn't just decide to 'pop by' I know for a fact that you're supposed to be working right now. So…who sent you?" Nick asked, moving into the living room and sprawling out on his favorite armchair. Greg followed, but remained standing in the middle of the room.

"Nobody sent me," he replied simply, taking a swig of his beer.

"Bull. Come on. It was Cath wasn't it?" Greg shook his head.

"If you really must know, Grissom told me what happened at the Hendler's. I have the rest of the night off, so I figured you could use some company," Greg explained. Nick eyed him for a moment.

"…thoughtful,"

"That's it? I bring my precious alcohol over and give you the privilege of being in my company and all you can say is 'thoughtful' I'm disappointed," Greg joked.

Nick laughed.

Quite a few beers later.

Greg finished off the last of his bottle and slammed it onto the table, declaring his victory. He threw his hands up in the air and whooped.

"I kicked your Texan ass!" Nick giggled.

"What?" Nick broke out in another series of giggles and rested his head on the table. They'd moved to the coffee table to play cards.

"You're talking about my ass!" Greg laughed and patted Nick on the head from across the table. Nick sat back up.

"I haven't been this buzzed in awhile," he said, rubbing his eyes, "Toss me another." Greg complied, and then tossed the deck of cards back in the box after a few rounds of Gin Rummy.

"So tell me about what happened today?" Greg asked. Nick was silent for a minute.

"Not much to tell Greggo. Grissom went outside with Mr. Hendler and the cops. I was looking around and I noticed a picture on the wall that looked like the potential murder weapon," he explained.

"What was it?"

"One of those picks for rock climbing. Anyways, I was asking Mrs. Hendler about it, and I turned around and suddenly I'm just…staring down the barrel of a gun. She started talking about Faye Green. She was describing to me how she killed her and why. I was listening, but I just couldn't take my eyes of that gun. I really thought she was going to shoot me."

"What happened?"

"I guess Grissom figured it out. He was there in a flash with his gun put. Surprised us both." Nick squeezed his eyes shut, trying to blot out the image of the gun. Greg didn't say anything. They sat in a comfortable silence for the next few minutes, neither of them knowing what to say.

"So…what now?" Greg asked Nick. Nick shrugged, and drank his beer. Greg looked around the room, and then his eyes stopped on something.

"Ahh, here we go," he said, leaving the table and crossing the room to where Nick's stereo sat. Nick watched him as he flipped a few buttons.

"Not too loud man, I have neighbors," he said, "Mrs. Higgin's next door…you might as well call her Mrs. Crumplebottom." He laughed out loud at himself and decided that the best place for him right now was the carpet. Greg sniggered. "Creative, man." He flipped on the CD player, and country music began to blare from the stereo.

"What is this crap?" he said, making gagging sounds. He ducked a pillow being thrown at him from the floor near the couch. He flipped on the radio, and was pleased to hear a nice beat on the first station.

City breaking down on a camel's back
They'll just have to go coz they don't know whack
So all ya fill the streets it's appealing to see
And you won't get undercounted cause you're damn ass free

Greg began to bop and sway to the music, his beer still in his hand.

"I love this song," he said, grinning. He continued to dance, his back turned away from Nick. He loved a good song with a good beat.

You got a new horizon it's an ephemeral style
In a melancholy town where we never smile
And all I want to hear is the message beep
My dreams they come a kissin' cause I don't get sleep no

He took a large swig of his beer, still moving with the music. He moved fluidly, his eyes closed. Unaware of the large eyes watching him from across the room, he kept dancing.

Windmill windmill for the land
Turn forever hand in hand
Take it all there on your stride
It is ticking fallin' down
Love forever love is free
Turn forever you and me
windmill windmill for the land
Is everybody in?

He swirled and swiveled his hips a bit and then gestured at Nick.

"Get up," he commanded, and then turned again. "Come dance with me."

Laughing Gas, these Haz mats
Fast Cat, lining them up like ass cracks
Lay these ponies at the track
It's my chocolate attack
Shoot I'm stepping in hotter this year
Care bear reppin' it harder this year

As the beat quickened, so did Greg's almost liquid movements. When he turned again, he was nearly surprised to find Nicky not but two feet away, staring at him intently.

Watch me as I gravitate Ha ha ha

Greg closed the gap between them, moving against Nick. Slowly, Nick began to move with him, shoulders twisting against his. Greg grinned at him in a drunken haze.

Gonna ghost town
This Motown
With your sound you're in the blink
Going to bite the dust
Can't fight with us
With your sound you kill the inc.

So don't stop get it, get it
Until your Cheddar's heavy
And watch the way I navigate ha ha

The song same to a slow, and Greg turned his back to Nick again. They danced barely centimeters apart. They could feel their body heat radiating off of each other. Nick moved just as smoothly as Greg, almost coinciding.

Windmill windmill for the land
Turn forever hand in hand
Take it all there on your stride
It is ticking fallin' down
Love forever love is free
Turn forever you and me
windmill windmill for the land
Is everybody in?

So don't stop get it, get it
Until your Cheddar's heavy
And watch the way I navigate ha ha

The song suddenly quickened in pace and Greg nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt Nick's arm slip around his waist, locking their movements together. Greg couldn't wipe the grin off his face, and he wondered if this were a dream. Then he had to remind himself that neither Nick nor Greg were particularly in the right mind.

So don't stop get it, get it
Until your Cheddar's heavy
And watch the way I navigate ha ha

But at that moment in time, he really didn't care.

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Next story in series - Bad Day.