Title: A Greek God
Author: Dee
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 389
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Characters: Gil Grissom and Nick Stokes
Warnings: AU and v.fluffy!
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: In my dreams they are like, totally mine!
Unbeta-ed: All mistakes will be mine.
A/N 1: So ilovemycsi posted an item about George Eads and his Greek ancestry in nick_discussion and jalola wondered how long it would be before a fic appeared describing Nick as a Greek God…here it is…just a silly little ficlet!

“You’re going as what?”

“A Greek God.  I haven’t decided which one yet.  Maybe Poseidon”

“Poseidon?  You’re a bit young for him aren’t you?”

“At least he’s usually clothed, I googled them and most of them are naked.  You could be Zeus.”

“Because I am old?  Anyway, I’m not going as a Greek God, its ridiculous dressing up at my age.  Whatever possessed Catherine to have a fancy dress party anyway?”

“I think it was Lindsay’s idea and it’s got to be something Greek.  That’s the point, she’s doing a Greek mythology project for school.”

“I see.  You could go as Eros, he was a lesser deity, but he’s often referred to as the God of male love.”

“Uh-uh, that’d be appropriate then.  So you go as Zeus and I’ll be Eros.  All we need are some white sheets wrapped around us.  Maybe a couple of wigs.”

“And name tags?”

“Name tags, what for?”

“Curly wigs and white sheets will not make us specific Greek Gods, so how will anyone know who we are?”

“Good point.  I’ll google them again and see if they had any specific…props.”

“I think Zeus was known for firing off thunderbolts.”

“I’ll see if I can get you a thunderbolt machine.”

“You do that.”

“No need to be sarcastic.”

“You started it…”

“…God, Gil , don’t be such a child.  Get off, I’m trying to find out what we need to get…leave my neck alone…don’t bite me…look, here.  You do need a sheet, a big curly wig and beard and a torch…errr, a torch thunderbolt machine contraption.”

“If I’d had more notice I could have grown my hair and beard.”

“Ecklie would have had a seizure if you’d turned yourself into a middle aged hippy.”

“Who are you calling middle aged?”

“You.  And look, I need a sheet, well a bit of one wrapped around my hips and a big pair of golden wings…and…”

“A big curly wig!  Wow, Nick, a head of curls, that’ll be interesting.”

“There isn’t a one curl in the entire Stokes’ family.  What do you mean interesting?”

“Interesting to take a curly haired Greek God to bed.”

“Is that all you think about, Gil Grissom?”

“Pretty much.  What about you?”

“Well I am the Greek God of male love…”

“You are indeed.  Come on, you can do that later...”

The End