Title: Good Job
By: Perpetual Motion
Pairing: Gil/Warrick
Disclaimer: Belong to Bruckheimer. I just pair them up.
Author's Notes: To Julian Lee, wherever you are. Don't let NaNo take you alive.
Summary: After court. (Post-ep for "Invisible Evidence")

Warrick sat sprawled in the booth, legs out in front of him at angles, and one hand keeping a death grip on his coffee cup. He was still in his court clothes, still looked like a respectable citizen, but all he wanted was to get home and crawl into bed. Preferably with Gil next to him.

At that moment, Gil was next to him, stuffed in the corner of the booth because Warrick just felt the need to stretch out. Gil's hand was warm on the small of Warrick's back, and he didn't seem to mind his current, trapped status.

Across the booth, Catherine and Sara had stuck Nick in the middle and were both busy using him to keep themselves upright.

Warrick finally spoke. "We won." There was a group of nods around the table, although, with how tired they all were, they looked more like the dogs people put on their car dashboards. Warrick yawned hugely. "I'm going home." He slid out of the booth and scrubbed at the top of his hair. "Anyone coherent enough to drive me, or do I need to call a cab?"

Gil stood. "I'll drive you."

"You awake enough for that?"

"I'll make it." Gil put a hand on Warrick's back and led him out of the cafe. They got into the Tahoe silently, and as soon as they were out of the parking lot, Gil reached a hand over and touched Warrick's face. "You going to make it?"

Warrick slouched into the seat. "Hard part's over. I just have to stay consious enough to undress and go to bed. You staying over?"

"Yeah." Gil put his concentration back on his driving, though his hand dropped from Warrick's face and came to rest on his knee. "You did a good job."

"Thanks." It was half-slurred. Warrick was already falling asleep. He was dead to the world by the time Gil pulled in his driveway, but he came to as soon as Gil said his name. "What?"

"We're here."

Warrick rubbed at his eyes. "Oh. Okay." He started nodding off again.

Gil smiled to himself and got out of the driver's seat, going around the Tahoe and opening Warrick's door. He undid the other man's seatbelt and shook him awake again. "Warrick, I need your help to get in the house."

Warrick stumbled out of the car, nearly landing on the ground. "Damn, I'm tired."

"I picked up on that." Gil got his arm around Warrick's middle and helped him into the house, making sure he actually made it onto the bed before he let go. "If you don't turn over, you're going to suffocate."

Warrick mumbled something into the pillow then turned onto his back. "How are you not tired?"

"One of us had to make sure you got home in one piece." Gil removed Warrick's shoes and socks and reached up to unbuckle his belt. "Can you get out of your jacket and tie?"

"I think." Warrick sat up just enough to get the jacket off his arms then flung it across the room. His fingers were to clumsy to undo the knot on his tie. "Gil."

Gil looked up from easing Warrick's pants off his legs, and smiled softly. Warrick looked absolutely helpless with exhaustion showing clearly on his face and in the way he lay in a boneless sprawl, one side of his body nearly off the bed. He dropped Warrick's pants at the end of the bed and reached up to undo Warrick's tie. He unbuttoned Warrick's shirt along the way. "Lift up your left arm." Warrick did so, and Gil slipped the shirt off. "Lift up your right arm." Warrick was free of his shirt. The shirt ended up on the floor near the bed.

Warrick rolled onto his side and curled around his pillow, barely noticing as Gil covered him with a blanket and kissed his temple. He did notice when Gil moved away from the bed and tried to throw out an arm to stop him. "Get back here."

Gil stroked Warrick's arm. "I'll be right back. I just have to check a couple of things." He moved away from the bed again and walked back towards the living room. He checked the machine, made sure the door was locked, and made one quick call on his cell.

"This is Grissom. Make a note that I'm giving Warrick Brown the night off, and then schedule so the rest of my team can have a night off with pay this week, too." He shut off his cell and went back into the bedroom, stripping down to his T-shirt and boxers and crawling into bed next to Warrick. He smiled a little when the other man roused himself enough to scoot over in the bed and more or less fall onto his chest.

Gil kissed the top of Warrick's head and stroked his back. "You really did well."

They slept.