Title: When (Fugly Beasts from Outer Space) Insects Attack
By: flipflopadd1ct
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG
Summary: Las Vegas, Nevada is under seige. From bugs. Big, nasty, disgusting bugs. (A birthday present for quettaser.)

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Nick bangs the door open with a shoulder. "Greg, I'm home! Have you heard the news? There's some weird bug infestation here in Vegas and-"

Greg quiets him with a loud "Shh!" but Nick can see neither hide nor hair of Greg. Since when was Greg a ghost?

"Greg?" Nick calls, stepping into the living room.

"Shh!" Again.

Then Nick spots Greg kneeling near the large window overlooking the city. He's wearing goggles and holding what looks suspiciously like a fishing net.

"Greg, what are you doing?"

This time, Nick speaks more softly.

Greg keeps his eyes on whatever the hell he's looking at as he responds:

"I've got a bug."

"Then kill it."

"No."

"Why?"

"It's weird. And big. And I don't know if it flies yet."

Nick cautiously takes another step forward, peers over Greg's shoulder—

"Holy shit!" he shouts.

"Shh!" Greg growls.

"What the hell is it?"

"Dunno."

Nick looks again, but keeps his distance. It's ugly, that's for sure. It's brown and black and has too many legs and is entirely too calm.

Greg raises the net.

Swings.

Misses with a loud thwack!

And yep, it flies.

The bug, alien creature, whatever it is zooms at Nick's face. Nick ducks, covering his eyes with his arms and the Insect from Hell lands on the opposite wall, a dark spot on white paint.

Greg raises his net again, determined as he stalks towards the unwelcome intruder.

"Greg..." Nick warns. "I don't want bug guts on my wall."

Greg stops in his tracks. "Good point, but I was looking forward to killing it."

Suddenly, the thing launches off the wall and flies toward the window again. Instead of ducking, Nick, thinking quickly, lifts the bar and screen. Unphased, the monster flies straight into the blue and disappears from sight.

"I've seen decomps that look better than that thing," Nick groans, nose wrinkled.

"Think Grissom would know what it was?"

"Probably. But you don't need to ask him."

"Why's that?"

Nick nods towards the TV. "Turn on the news."

Greg does, and fortunately, it just happens to be the news report on the alien bugs.

Unfortunately, no one has a clue as to what the insects are, where they came from, or what their intentions are for Sin City. Nick and Greg watch one entomologist ramble on about how they're probably from some state in the Northeast before turning the TV set off.

"Great. Just great," Greg sighs. "The city is being attacked by Fugly Beasts from Outer Space and they've started in our living room."

"'Fugly Beats from Outer Space?'" Nick's amused.

"I like to be creative."

Nick nods, chuckling.

Then Nick notices Greg's eyes narrow, his gaze focused on something in the kitchen.

"Don't tell me—"

Greg's gone before he can finish, and then Nick hears a loud thwack! and Greg moaning, "Oh, gross!"

"Where'd you kill it?"

"Table."

"Great. I don't think I want to eat off it now."

"Don't be silly, Nick. That's why we – oh God, there's another one!"

Thwack!

Nick could head for the kitchen and see what damage Greg is causing.

...Nah. It's probably safer not to.

A few seconds of silence pass.

"Are they all gone?" Nick calls over his shoulder.

"As far as I can tell, babe."

Greg appears behind the couch. He promptly clambers over it, settling in Nick's lap.

"I could survive a B-rated horror movie, don't you think?"

"You know it."

They start to share a kiss, but then Nick realizes Greg isn't looking at him.

He's looking past him.

"God dammit!" Greg yells, and he's on his feet in seconds, flyswatter firmly in his hand.

Thwack!

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