Title: Guessing Game
By: Read300300
Rating: R for language
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Summary: Nick doesn't feel well; Greg tries to cheer him up.
Disclaimer: I don't own them.He rolled over, wondering if he was going to throw up again; he certainly felt like it. All he wanted to do was go back to sleep, but he couldn't until he shut off the damn beeping noise that his phone was making. Nick knew that it would continue to beep until he did what it wanted.
He picked it up and flipped it open, noticing that he had a new message from Greg.
Sighing, he opened it only to find that it was a picture... and then dropped his phone in shock. Hurriedly, he text messaged Greg back.
[[Don't tell me you just sent me a picture of your ass]] he replied.
{{No, that would just be stupid. I sent you a picture of someone else's ass!}}
Nick could almost hear the smile in the words; god, what had he gotten himself into with Greg? Whatever it was, he was thankful for it. Not many people would have sent him stupid pictures to make him happy when he felt horrible.
[[Whose butt is that?]] He had to admit that he was just a little bit intrigued.
{{That's the fun part of it: you get to guess. Still kind of pissed that you thought it was mine. My butt is not that big, and you know it!}}
[[Hey, that's one fine ass.]] He couldn't resist making the comment. [[Yours is great, but I can appreciate other peoples ‘assets,' especially since you're sending them to me for my viewing pleasure]]
{{You jerk off to a picture of Grissom's butt and I'll kill you!}}
[[That's Grissom's ass?]]
{{Yup.}}
Nick shuddered; he did not want to be thinking about that next time he saw his boss. No, most definitely not.
[[Isn't kind of wrong to be discussing your boss's butt with your lover while you're in the same room with said boss?]]
{{He deserves it! He wouldn't give me the night off so I could take care of you!}}
[[No excuse for you not doing your work.]] He felt like he had to be the responsible one; he didn't want Greg to get in trouble because of him.
{{Slow night. That's why I'm so ticked at him. Nothing to do here.}}
{{Poor baby. Wish I was home with you. Hey, check this out:}}
Another picture followed the message.
[[That's an atrocity!]] Nick felt his already upset stomach curdle at the picture... That was just wrong.
{{That's Hodges's}}
[[Eeeewww...]]
{{Eeew is right}}
{{And here's one. It's from somebody I'm sure you like more than Hodges.}}
[[That's just about everyone, Greg.]]
{{No duh! So who do you think it belongs to?}}
[[Sanderson?]] Nick threw out a name; really, he hadn't been staring at anyone's butt except for Greg's in the past year or so. He had no clue to which of his coworkers each photo belonged.
{{Close! It's Sara's.}}
Nick reexamined it.
[[There is no way that's Sara's. I don't think she owns pants that color]]
{{Wanna bet? You can save the pic and compare it later}}
He thought he just might have to take Greg up on that offer.
[[Are you sure that's not Warrick's? It looks...]]
{{Trust me; I'm sure. Warrick's is a little bit bigger}}
[[How do you know what his butt looks like?]]
{{Wouldn't you like to know? Besides, he's standing right here in front of me.}}
{{I gotta go. Boss man says to run fibers for Cath.}}
Nick set his phone down and rolled back over when seemed as if another message wasn't going to be forthcoming anytime soon. He sighed, quickly falling back into a light sleep, feeling a lot better than he had before Greg had talked to him.
Sometimes, he didn't know what he had done to deserve someone like Greg.
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