Title: It Started With a Glance
By: Rabidfan
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG
Summary: Nick picks an unusual time to discover his attraction to Greg.
A/N: I bow to Carolinecrane and her superior knowledge of the removal of nasty odors. If we ask nicely, she may share how she acquired such knowledge!



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It all started with a simple glance. A quick look. Greg was hunkered down on the other side of a particularly ripe decomp. He looked over at Nick through the veil of his astonishing lashes, and Nick's breath stuttered in his chest.

Nick felt himself coloring when the realization hit him that he was getting turned on by Greg Sanders. At a crime scene. The thought of that alone shouldn't have come as a surprise; he'd been looking at Greg for years. But this was hardly the time or place for such a reaction.

"What?" Greg was looking at Nick, trying to figure out what he'd done to warrant such scrutiny. "Do I have some of this poor guy on me?" He franticly searched the front of his jumpsuit for telltale sludge.

"No, no," Nick hastened to assure him. "You're good, Greg. I'm just thinking."

"Yeah? About what?" Oh, oh. The intensity of Nick's blush was surely going to give him away.

"Nick?" Greg just looked amused, now. Bastard.

"Nothing, G. Let's just get this done so we can clock out before it's time to clock back in."

"Yeah. It's going to take a while to wash Stinky here off." Gesturing at the body and the messy scene around them, Greg sighed. "For all this glamour, I left the lab!" He was only half joking. He didn't really miss the tedium of the lab, but he wouldn't mind if he never smelled a scene like this one again.

"Did you see that?" Greg pointed at the marks of someone or some thing trailing through the ooze.

"Good eye, Greg. Good eye." Nick praised, snapping pictures of the evidence.

"Looks like a print there. Transfer, maybe?" Greg said, pointing down the faint trail a little ways. He rose to take photos and look for more. Nick couldn't help sneaking a peek when Greg bent for a better view.

"Are you checking out my butt?" Yeah, Greg was truly a bastard, smirking like that. "Cause it's wicked kinky if you picked a time like this to finally start looking."

"Don't flatter yourself, G. Just finish up so we can go." Damn bastard.

"I can't make anything else out. It's too dark. We could come back during the day and maybe find more." Greg sounded hopeful. He really wanted to get as far away from the nasty body as possible.

"We'll run it by Grissom, but it sounds like a plan." Nick gestured for the coroner's team to wrap and remove the body.

"Let's tape everything off and head back. We'll call ahead and have a cadet get some tomato juice for us."

"Tomato juice?" Greg looked faintly sick at the thought. "First you ogle my ass at a decomp scene, now you want a cocktail?"

"Not to drink, you dork! To rinse with. It cuts the smell." Ha! Finally something for Nick to smirk about!

"I thought we used lemons for that." Nick wanted to laugh at Greg's adorable confusion.

"Tomato juice works better. Trust me."

Greg smiled broadly at Nick. "I bow to your greater knowledge of really bad smells."

Nick playfully shoved Greg towards the department vehicle they'd brought to the call. "Keep it up, Greg. I'll let you try out the lemons."

Once strapped in, Greg looked over at Nick. It was almost a repeat of that first glance. The one that had started this whole embarrassing incident.

"You were checking out my butt, weren't you Nick." Gentle now, Greg toned the teasing down. He genuinely wanted an answer.

"Yeah, I was." There. He'd admitted it. Nick waited anxiously for the reaction from Greg.

"Good! It's about time! I'll let you get a better look when you wash my back!"

Nick nearly choked. "Greg!"

"What?" Now the teasing was back, full force. "I'll wash yours, too." He batted those incredible lashes at Nick, fully aware now of their impact on the other man.

Nick laughed. "Deal."

It was Greg's turn to choke. He hadn't expected that response, but he certainly welcomed it.

Nick put the car in gear, and gave Greg a look though his own lashes.

"You know, we don't technically have to shower at the lab, Greg."

Greg perked up considerably. "Where do you suggest?"

Nick laughed again, feeling lighter then he had in months. "My place is closer."

Yeah, it had all started with that one glance. Now Nick couldn't wait to see where it would go from here.