Title: Full Moon Over Vegas
Author: Mara
Rating: FRM-Language, M/M First Time romance, Humor
Pairing: Warrick/Gil
Spoilers: None
Summary: The boys are acting strange; and it's freaking Warrick out.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. All the names and characters found here in are the property of Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS. No infringements of these copyright are intended, and are used here without permission.
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Warrick and Catherine got called to Lake Mead as soon as their shift began. It had been a cold, overcast day and Warrick was feeling a little under the weather. He had taken some Dayquil before he went into work, just so he could make it through the night. When they arrived at the lake, Brass was waiting for them.

"We got a female db, early twenties, Megan Jared. The boyfriend says she drowned, but David thinks blunt force trauma is more like it. David found an imprint on her right temple that resembles the head of a hammer. We've been questioning the boyfriend, Alan Foster, for about thirty minutes now and he keeps changing the story. Something definitely doesn't jive here."

"Anything found around the scene that could have been used as a weapon?"

"Nothing yet, but you guys got better eyes than we do."

"How about witnesses that may have seen something?"

"Nope, not to many people, out here today with the weather being the way it is."

"Well, I don't think she went for a swim. She's still fully clothed and nobody in their right mind would be swimming today anyway."

"My thoughts, exactly."

"Hmm, I'm thinking lovers quarrel."

Warrick crouched down next to the body and began bagging samples of debris and a small thin piece of metal which he found stuck to the head wound. Brass went back to talking with the boyfriend, who evidently still wasn't under arrest. Catherine was walking the perimeter of the lake looking for a possible weapon when the boyfriend decided he had had enough and made a break for it. Alan Foster took off running with Brass and the cops hot on his tail. Unfortunately, he ran straight in Warrick's direction. Warrick grabbed hold of Foster's coat and a struggle ensued. Somehow both Warrick and Foster ended up in the lake. Catherine let out a yell and Brass was perched on the waters edge. A few seconds had elapsed when Warrick shot out of the water like a cannon, dragging an angry, squirming, Foster behind him. Warrick, unceremoniously deposited Foster on the ground in front of Brass, where he was promptly handcuffed, read his rights and manhandled into a police car.

Warrick was now soaking wet and shivering from the cold. Catherine ran to the Tahoe to retrieve a blanket--leaving Brass to take care of Warrick.

"Oh man, you're going to catch pneumonia."

"I think I already have it and this isn't going to help."

Just then, Brass did a double take. The look he gave Rick started at his feet and ended at his eyes, and the only way Rick could describe it was smoldering. Rick swallowed a lump in his throat and took a step back.

"You need to get out of those wet cloths before you catch your death. Come on. Let's get in my car. I'll crank up the heat and take you home, so you can change."

"Ah, that's ok. I drove here. You take Catherine when she's finished. I'll head back to the lab. It's closer. I've got a fresh change of cloths there."

Catherine arrived with the blanket. She threw it around Warrick's shoulders and he wrapped it tightly around himself. Warrick told Catherine the plan and said he would start processing the samples as soon as he got changed. Catherine told Rick to take it easy and if he needed to go home he could. Warrick said that he'd be fine and took off toward the Tahoe.

On the drive back to the lab, Warrick was still shivering and the heater just wasn't helping. Brass had been acting strange and if looks could devour, Warrick would have been eaten alive. Warrick began to think that maybe he had imagined it. Maybe the cold medicine, mixed with adrenaline, was affecting his judgment, but he was still glad he hadn't gone for a ride with Brass.

Upon reaching the lab Warrick headed for the locker room. He was hoping it would be deserted, but no such luck. Ecklie was the last person Warrick expected to see. His shift should have ended an hour and a half ago. This night was going from bad to worse with every minute that passed.

"Damn, do you know you're all wet? What happened?"

"I had a fight with Lake Mead and lost."

"That must have been a bitch. It's cold out there today. Your nipples are hard."

"What?"

"I said--your nipples are hard."

"Your nipples would be hard to, if you just got dumped in a cold lake."

On his way out the door, Ecklie smirked and said, "My nipples are hard enough right now and it's all your fault."

Warrick thought, 'What the hell was that all about. Ecklie did not say that.' It wasn't possible, but he had the same look in his eyes that Brass did. This was just too weird. Warrick thought, 'I must be losing my mind. Maybe I should go home', but he didn't.

Warrick stripped out of his wet cloths and went into the shower room. A nice hot shower was what he needed to shake the numbing cold out of his bones. He didn't know how long he stood under the hot spray before he felt eyes watching him. He looked up to see Nick grinning at him.

"Did you get a good eyeful, babe? If you're just going to stand there and gawk--you could at least make yourself useful and hand me a towel."

"You got it bro. Here ya go. I talked to Catherine. She said you went for a little swim."

"Yeah, and it was no fun. I thought you were out in the field?"

"I was. We wrapped. I brought the evidence back to process it. Catherine's on her way back with Brass. She said they didn't recover a murder weapon, but they think the boyfriend's gonna crack."

They headed back into the locker room and Rick grabbed a second towel and started drying off. He still felt a little chilled and his throat was sore now. He felt the beginnings of a sinus headache coming on and he thought maybe he should take another dose of medicine. Nick put his hand on Rick's forehead, but Rick batted it away.

"I'm fine mom, really."

"Man, you feel hot. I think you should go home and get some rest. If I could go with you I would. I've got grandma's cure for the common cold recipe. It works great. Then I could tuck you in and tell you a bedtime story."

Nick ran his thumb gently across Warrick's bottom lip and gave him his best--I'd really love to fuck you smile. Warrick was so shocked he just stared at Nick.

"Hey guys. We got a shooting at Desert Palms out in the parking lot. We gotta roll. This has been a busy damn night. No rest for the wicked."

"Catherine... thank God... ah... I mean, let me get dressed and I'll be right with ya."

"Wait a minute. Rick's sick and I think he's running a temperature. I'll go with you."

" I'm fine, Cath, It's just a little cold. Besides Nick has to process the evidence from his other case."

"No, it's gotten colder out and it's starting to rain. You stay here and process Nick's evidence along with ours from the Jared case and if you start feeling worse, go home. That's an order. Are we clear?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"No you don‘t. We'll see ya later. Try and take it easy, ok."

"Sure, see ya later."

Warrick, at that moment was never so happy in all his life to see Catherine. Nick had just about shocked him into a coma. This shit was unreal and it just kept happening. Maybe he died in the lake or was really in a coma at Desert Palms. Well maybe the medicine had put him to sleep and this was some sort of bizarre dream. He pinched himself. No, he was definitely awake.

Warrick finished dressing and then went to the break room, to get some hot coffee before making his way to the lab. The coffee was warming him up a bit, but he just couldn't concentrate on the evidence. He kept thinking about the strange shit that had been happening all evening. He felt like he was in the twilight zone, but he finally got his groove on and made some decent progress.


When he eventually looked up at the clock it was almost ten thirty and by now his king size bed was calling his name. He thought, he might as well clean up and get going. There wasn't much left to do anyway. At that moment, Hodges came strolling into the lab, smiling like the cat that just ate the canary.

"Hey Warrick, you ok? I heard you went for a dip."

"Does everyone in the building know what happened?"

"I don't know. Sarah told me."

"How'd she know?"

"Don't know."

"Ah Chew."

"Bless you."

"Thanks."

"You really should go home and take care of that cold. You look a little flushed. Are you running a fever?"

"Nick said I was, but I'm not sure."

"Well why don't you let me check?" Hodges put his hand on the back of Warrick's neck. His hand felt cool, almost soothing.

"Yep, you got a fever. You seriously need some TLC and I'd help you out, but unfortunately, I gotta start my shift now."

"Ah, that's ok. I'm on my way home. Do me a favor--if you see Catherine, tell her I've left for the night."

"Sure thing. Get some rest."

"Right, see ya."

Warrick exited the lab almost laughing. Oh yeah, he was definitely in the twilight zone, but what the hell, he might as well go with it. What else could he do?

He decided to check the break room before he left, just in case Catherine and Nick had made it back, but the only person in there was Greg. He was making a fresh pot of coffee.

"Hey Greggo."

"Hey yourself. You ok?" I saw Hodges earlier and he said you got tossed into Lake Mead."

"Yeah, news travels fast around here, but I'm fine. Accept for this cold."

"Here, have some coffee. It's my Blue Hawaiian. I swear this stuff will cure anything. Trust me."

"Thanks, but I gotta go. I'm beat and this cold is starting to kick my ass, plus I think I'm losing my mind."

"Why would you be losing your mind?"

"Forget it. It's a long story. I gotta go."

"Well take some Theraflu when you get home and stay in bed. I wish I were off. I could give you a deep tissue massage. I'm pretty good at it. Some warm towel therapy would help too. I know you'd really like the massage. They say I have magic fingers."

"Oh, I'll bet you do. Catch ya later Greggo."

"Later."

Ok, so every man Warrick worked with had made a pass at him tonight. Every man, but the right one that is. Warrick knew this fantasy would take him nowhere. The chances of Gil, ever making a pass at him were zero besides Gil was off tonight. At least that's what Warrick thought, but when he reached the locker room, low and behold, there was Gil sitting on the bench tying his shoe.

"Shit!"

"What? Oh hey, Warrick. You ok? Greg said you were pushed into the lake. You look like hell."

"I was and I feel like hell. What are you doing here?"

"Al called me. He had something he wanted me to see, so I dropped by. I'm on my way back home now. Ah, you really should sit down. Maybe you should see a doctor."

"I'm ok--just a little woozy. I took some more cold medicine about ten p.m. and I think it's making me really sleepy."

"You shouldn't drive in this condition. You could have an accident. Why don't you let me take you home?"

"I'm fine, Gris. You don't have to worry. I'll make it besides I might already be dead. I'm not quite sure right now."

"Ok, now you're scaring me. What the hell are you talking about?"

"Nothing Gris. I'm just kidding. It's just this night has been totally whacked."

"Well, I gues getting shoved, into a lake would be considered whacked."

"Yeah, among other things."

"What else happened?"

"Oh, I don't know. Let's see. Brass wanted to take me home, strip me down and warm me up. Ecklie said my nipples were hard and that I made his hard too. Nick was staring at me while I was naked in the shower and then I thought he was going to kiss me, but Catherine intervened. Then Hodges took my temperature and said I needed lots of TLC and he'd be willing to help, if he didn't have to work. Greg offered to give me a deep tissue massage and some warm towel therapy. He said he had magic fingers and I guess that's about it. I'm not sure, though. I may have forgotten some things."

Gil was shaking his head and grinning broadly. "Oh boy, you been through it, haven't you? The boys were really on a roll tonight. Don't look so shocked. Did you really think that you were only attractive to women? I know for a fact that you make Brass crazy and I've seen Ecklie looking at you longingly once or twice. However, I do think Nick and Greg were trying to be funny and Hodges, well, that's anybodies guess."

"Man, you have got to be kidding. You think half the guys in the building have the hots for me?"

"Well no, more like four."

"Wait just a minute. You said Brass, Ecklie and maybe Hodges. Who's the forth?"

Gil gave Rick a sheepish little grin that said it all and a deep blush started to creep up his neck, all the way to his face.

"Now I know for sure I'm dead and this is my punishment for all the fantasies I've had about you over the years."

"Excuse me? Did you say you've had fantasies about me?"

"Ah, I'm not sure. Did I say that?"

"Yes, you did. Will wonders never cease?"

"Gil, It's probably the drugs talking. Maybe you should forget we had this conversation. I'm going home now."

"Not by yourself. No way in hell. Come on. I'm driving."

"What about my car? I'm off tomorrow."

"I'll have Sarah bring it by your house when she gets off. She's car-pooling with Greg, anyway. He can follow her and then drive her home. Let's go and give her your keys. No arguments."

"Whatever, this night couldn't get any crazier?"

"Oh, I beg to differ."

By the time they got outside, the weather had pretty much cleared and the stars were shining through. Warrick climbed in and hooked his seatbelt. He looked over and saw Gil smiling at him. "What?"

"I think Hodges was right. You do need some TLC, but not from him."

"You got someone else in mind?"

"Oh yeah. I've got a few fantasies of my own you know, if that's what you want?"

"It's what I've always wanted."

Gil ran his hand up Warrick's inner thigh and gave it a little squeeze. Then he winked and started the engine. "We'll see what kind of shape you're in when I get you home."

"Actually, I think I'm feeling a whole lot better."

Driving down the road Warrick looked out the window and was surprised to see the biggest, brightest full moon, he could ever remember. The moon seemed to be smiling at him, like it had just told a joke. Warrick thought, 'Damn, that explains it. I should have known--full moon over Vegas. Hey, I'll take it. For once the moon was on my side. Wonders really never do cease.'

Warrick must have dozed off on the drive home because when Gil gently shook him they were sitting in Warrick's driveway. Warrick pulled out his house key and got out of the Tahoe. He briefly looked up at the night sky to see the full moon still smiling at him and he thought, ‘Maybe my luck will hold, after all.'

They made their way inside and Warrick flipped on some lights then he lumbered over to the couch and sat down with a thud.

"Still a little woozy, babe?"

"Just a bit but I think it's more likely that I'm still half asleep."

"Have you eaten anything today?"

"Not much. I didn't really feel like it."

"You stay right there and rest. I'll go whip us up something."

"You can cook?"

"Of course. Who do you thinks been cooking for me all my life?"

"I don't know. Take out?"

"Well, yes but not all the time. You just relax and after we eat, we'll have a little chat."

"About what?"

"About these fantasies you've been having."

"Oh dear God, no. Please Gil."

"Come on. You tell me some of yours and I'll tell you some of mine. Deal?"

"You're gonna make me do this aren't you?"

"Uh huh."

"Damn."

"Don't pout, although it is very cute. I won't be long. I'll make omelets. Ok?

"Sounds great."

Gil went into the kitchen and started rooting around for the stuff he needed. Pretty soon he had it all going and when Gil finished he had two ham and cheese omelets, hash browns, cinnamon toast and orange juice. Gil figured Rick really needed the vitamin c right about now. Gil was pretty proud of himself. It looked damned good. He laid it all out on the dining room table and went to wake up beauty.

"Wake up, gorgeous. It's time to eat."

"Hmm."

"Food's ready. Give me your hand."

Gil grabbed Warrick's hand and hauled him to his feet. He casually slipped his arm around Rick's waist and steered him toward the dining room.

"Wow! This is really good."

"You're surprised?"

"Well kinda. I didn't realize how hungry I was until I smelled the food cooking."

"See, I told you I knew how to cook and in more ways than one."

" I can only imagine."

"Yeah, but not for much longer."

After eating, Gil cleared the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. He returned Warrick to his seat on the couch and took up a position next to him.

"Warrick, so due tell. What has your devious mind been concocting about us?"

"You're not gonna let this go are you?"

"Oh no. Just give me some of the highlights."

"Ok, you asked for it. There's the one where you and I get trapped in a blizzard. There's no heat and we have to snuggle together to keep warm and for some reason were both naked."

"There's a blizzard--in Vegas?"

"Hey, this is my fantasy. Do you want to hear it or not? If I want a blizzard I can have a blizzard."

"Ok, Ok. I'll shut up now."

"Anyway, we're snowbound for like three days in a cabin with no heat and no clothes. There's plenty of food and water, but we really don't eat much because we're to busy trying to stay warm. We get really creative about how to stay warm too. Then there's the shower fantasy. I have that one a lot. It's one of my favorites. I've even had a few about us in a broom closet at work. We did it once in Ecklie's office. It was your idea. I could go on and on but I believe it's your turn."

Gil was positively giggling. Warrick had never, ever seen Gil giggle before. It was an incredible sight and it made Warrick giggle too.

"Oh babe, you are too much but Ecklie's office, no way. I prefer to stay as far away from Conrad as I possibly can. You have no idea how many times I've had you in the shower though. I've also had the one where I strip you naked on a deserted road in the back of my Tahoe and when I'm finished, your breathless and begging for more. We have done it a couple of times in the chair in my office and we even did it in an alley behind a movie theater. That one was really hot."

"Jesus, Gil. You're trying to kill me. I thought my fantasies were hot but they ain't nothing compared to yours. Do you have any idea how hard I am right now?"

"I'll bet you're not as hard as I am. Let's find out!" Gil draped himself across Warrick and began gently rubbing his erection. He nuzzled Rick's neck and whispered in his ear "Lets make one of our fantasies come true tonight." Warrick moaned and wrapped his arms around Gil's waist. " Which one, babe?"

"I was thinking shower. How about you?"

"Oh God, yes!"

"I know it's your favorite. It might not be as good as Greg's deep tissue massage but I'll give it my best shot."

"Greg can keep his deep tissue massage. All I need is you."

Are you sure you're up for this? I don't want to take advantage when you're not feeling well."

"It's a head cold, Gil. I don't think it's fatal but if we don't have sex soon that might be fatal. If you catch my drift?"

"I gotcha."

Gil hauled Rick to his feet one more time and grabbed a handful of ass in the process. It was a miracle they ever made it to the bathroom for all the grabbing and groping that was going on. When Gil finally managed to maneuver Rick into the bathroom he had him stripped down to his underwear and Gil was close behind. Gil took a step back and took a good look at his fantasy come to life. "Take em off, baby." Rick slipped his hand into the waistband and slowly slid them down his legs. Gil let out a sigh and said, "beautiful, much better than any fantasy." Warrick didn't even get a chance to blink before Gil was all over him. He pushed Rick back against the sink--devouring his cock with one swallow. "Oh God, Gil. Stop or I'm gonna come right here and now."

Gil gave Warrick a look of phony mortification, but did pull himself away long enough to give him a breathless kiss that was all tongue and teeth. "You're going to catch my cold if you don't stop this deviant behavior right now," Rick panted.

"I believe it's worth the risk. Don't you?"

"Shower."

"What?"

"Shower."

"Right. I almost forgot."

Gil grinned and pulled himself off Rick. He turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature. He stepped in and dragged a very pliable Rick with him. The water was warm and Gil was lathering Rick up while nibbling on a nipple. "Gil, that feels so good." Gil ran his hands up Warrick's back and pulled him close, attacking his mouth at the same time. He started fingering Rick's hole and thrusting hard cock against hard cock. "Gil, Gil, oh God, Gil." Gil turned around so that his back was to Warrick and started rubbing his ass against Rick's cock. "Prepare me, baby."

"Gil, are you sure?"

"It's all I've dreamed about for years."

Warrick lathered up his fingers and slid one carefully inside. He set a steady, gentle rhythm before inserting a second. "Oh, sweet baby! Oh yeah. That's it!" He slid a third home and began to thrust harder and faster. "Yes baby. Oh God, please, please do it now. I can't hold on, Rick!" Rick removed his fingers and slowly penetrated Gil's opening with his cock. He inched his way in carefully, not wanting to hurt Gil there first time together. ‘God, what a feeling,' Rick thought. The velvety heat of Gil's tight ass surrounded him, making him thrust deeper with every stroke. Rick's hand was sliding up and down Gil's shaft in time with his thrusts. Gil's hand joined Warrick's and together they brought Gil off with a shout. "Oh Jesus, yes!" Rick thrust a few more times before coming inside of Gil. Warrick didn't think he had ever come that hard before. Gil thrust back into Warrick and milked him for every drop. "Oh baby. Oh Gil, God that was heaven!"

"Heaven doesn't even begin to describe it!"

Rick turned Gil around and kissed him passionately, tongues dueling in a sensuous dance. They rode the wave of their mutual post orgasm until they could barely stand up. Gil finally realized the water was starting to run cold. He reached down and turned it off and wrapped Rick up in a towel then grabbed one for himself. He led Rick into the bedroom and began drying him off in between kisses of course. They finally settled down next to each other holding on to each other tightly. "Baby I need to go, so you can get some rest. You need to take care of this cold."

"Please, Gil. Stay with me. I don't want you to go."

"Is this another fantasy, Rick?"

"Falling asleep in your arms­. Oh yeah."

"We can't live on fantasy alone."

"You think that's what I want? It's not. I love you. I've been in love with you for years. I don't ever want you to leave."

"Oh God, Rick. I love you too. I've wanted you from the first moment I saw you. I never even considered that you might feel the same way. You, of all people know I'm not that easy to live with sometimes. I can get self-absorbed and I'm a workaholic. I just want you clear on what you're letting yourself in for. We'll also have to deal with other people when they find out and they will find out, eventually."

"Baby, I know exactly what your like and I love every bit of you, every quirk, every idiosyncrasy, the whole package. I'm not asking you to change for me and as far as people knowing, I couldn't care less. We can take it one day at a time. If people don't like it--well, that's their problem besides I really want to explore every fantasy we've ever had."

"Honey, that could take a life time."

"I'm counting on it."

Rick yawned and snuggled close to Gil. "Go to sleep, baby."

"Will you still be here when I wake up?"

"I promise. Sweet dreams, love. Try not to have any nightmares about Ecklie's nipples."

"If I do you'll know it because I'll be throwing up."

Ten A.M. on the dot Sara pulled Warrick's Tahoe up in front of his house. She would have parked it in the driveway but Gil's vehicle was already parked there. Greg pulled in behind her and watched her get out and go over to Gil's car. She was staring at it intently. Deep frown lines were creasing her forehead. Greg got out and went to stand next to her.

"You suppose he got up early and came over to check on Warrick?"

"It's possible. Although he does have to work tonight, so he's gonna have to go home and sleep. Maybe he stayed here all night."

"Why would he do that? I saw Warrick when he gave me his car keys. He didn't look that sick. Did he look that sick to you?"

"No, but maybe he got worse on the way home. Maybe Gil had to take him to the hospital and then stayed with Warrick to take care of him."

"You're reaching Greg."

Greg put his hand on the hood of Gil's car. "The engine's stone cold. It's been here awhile."

"I'm knocking. I'm gonna see if everything's ok."

"I don't think that's a good Idea. Follow the evidence, Sara. Look in the living room window it's all dark and the TV's not on. No lights are coming from the kitchen. Everything is quiet. They're asleep. Leave the keys in the mailbox and let's go."

"I'm knocking. Something could be wrong."

"No, you're not. Put the keys in the mailbox and let's get the hell out of here."

"Watch me. I'm knocking!"

"No, you‘re not! Get in the car. Now!"

"Who's gonna stop me!"

"I am! Drop the keys and get in the car!"

Sara gave Greg an evil look and dropped the keys in the mailbox, then stomped off toward Greg's car. She stopped to kick Warrick's Tahoe on the way by. Greg had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. He wasn't sure he wanted to get into the same car with her. Right now she was scary. She was glaring at him out the passenger side window and he thought he could almost see steam coming out of her ears.

Sara was silent for almost three blocks before she started to rant. "Had to be that Goddamn full moon. It brought out every psycho in Vegas last night. It made everybody crazy--normal people doing bizarre things that they would never do. Everyone was acting strange last night. Why the hell would Grissom spend the night at Warrick's? It just doesn't make any sense. He couldn't possibly be that sick. What was Gris thinking? Damn, I wish I had a cigarette!"

"Yeah, I'll bet Grissom wishes he had one too."

Sara reached out with her left hand and smacked Greg in the back of his head. Greg lost it. He was laughing so hard he could barely see to drive. When he glanced sideways at Sara there was fire shooting out of her eyes and she was rattling off obesities. Something about killing the little prick and there was a mother-fucker in there and some other colorful phrases. After she'd finished she flipped Greg the bird and returned to glaring out the window.

When they reached Sara's place she got out slammed the car door and stalked off. She didn't say good-bye, see ya later, go to hell, kiss my ass or nothing. Greg thought, ‘Well damn, that was the date from hell. I sure hope Grissom had a better time than I did.' It figures, Gil got to spend the night with beauty and poor Greg got stuck with the beast. Greg was cursing the full moon. It hadn't done a damn thing for him. Well, maybe the next full moon would go in his favor. He thought, ‘Maybe next one I'll give it a shot with Nicky. Sure couldn't be any worse than Sara!'

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