Title: Hawaii
By: HappyMe
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI.
A/N: Pure fluff. And, all I know about Hawaiian food comes from the Internet.
Summary: Nick has a nice surprise for Greg.

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"Vacation? Vacation?! You're taking me on a vacation? I love you Nick, you know that?? How the hell did you manage that?"

Nick couldn't help but grin when he saw Greg's reaction. He'd expected him to be exited, but Greg's face looked like he'd been told that HIV was extirpated. All the effort this had taken was all worth it.

"No, by the way, don't tell me that. I don't wanna know what you did. But Nick, why? You couldn't wait ‘till our honeymoon after all?" Nick was afraid that Greg soon would get a heart attack if he didn't calm down, but, this WAS Greg.

"I haven't even proposed to you yet, Greg. But no, I couldn't wait."

"Maybe you will, when we are away."

"Maybe I will."

"Did you get me a ring?"

"Maybe."

"So... Where are we going? Or is it going to be a surprise? "

"I thought maybe... Norway. I want to know everything about you Greg, and Norway is a part of you..." Nick stopped talking when he saw Greg's face.

"Norway? You want to go on vacation, and Norway is the best you can come up with? Jeez... "

"Come on, why not? You can meet your family."

"'Cause Norway is boring, Ok? If we are supposed to go on a vacation, if have to be somewhere fun. "

"Who says Norway is boring? I want to meet your grandparents you talk so much about."

"Seriously, you do not want to meet them. They are nice and everything, but Papa Olaf is like really sick. Not deadly, but Nana says he's... ehrm..."

"We could do something else?"

"Like what? Climb a mountain? Yay! Coolest thing ever!"

"Ok, ok..."

"And, besides, the food sucks. I would have to look for fast food restaurants all the time. It's cold, your Texan ass would freeze to death. And I would have to keep translating everything they say. Many of them suck in English. You have no idea."

"You've convinced me. But how about... France? Paris? That could be romantic."

"Could we save that to our honeymoon? See, I don't fancy French men. You know, when they say hello, its not like they do it with a handshake or something. They KISS people. I do have respect for French culture and everything. But right now, the only one I want to kiss me, is you."

"Awww, that's so cute Greg."

"Shut up."

"It was sweet, Sweetie"

"Stop calling me that. I'm not sweet."

"You are sweet, Honey."

"I'll punch you in the stomach!"

"Ooo, threat! I am so scared!"

"Ok, I can threat you with something else then."

"Like what?"

"I'll sleep with my PJ on tonight. And I won't take it off even if you paid me."

"No French people then? Ok. You are so stubborn. Where do you wanna go then?"

"....did you really have to ask that question? I can't believe it! You are supposed to love me!"

"I do, Pretty."

"FINE! You wanna know where I would like to go?"

"Yes please, Cupcake."

"Hawaii. We could go surfing, eating pineapples or courses that are named something like ‘Hanalulu', we could wear those flower decorations, we could get really drunk, we could do anything!"

"And we could leave for one of those vacant islands were no-one can hear you scream! Then I get to see you half naked at least."

"Hmm... Yes you do."

"Well, that's a good enough reason for me, since its like two weeks ‘till we're leaving."

"Two weeks! Only two weeks! I can't wait."

"Could you drop your PJ then? Because I don't think I can wait for that so long. Two weeks is a long time for me."

"We can discuss that later."

"Then are we going to Norway, and we're going to visit Papa Olaf."

"Is that a threat?"

"Yes. Are you scared?"

"Yes I am."

"I have to get rid of my PJ, then?"

"Yes you do, Honey."

Nick got the final word, because he shut Greg up with a really breathtaking kiss. And none of them got it back for a long time.

***

Nick and Greg were drunk. Very drunk. Too much beer, and later too much tequila did that to them. This was their second night in Hawaii, and they had decided that being drunk on a beach couldn't be compared to being drunk back home in Vegas. So, they tried it out. The outdoor bar near the beach they had found was almost empty now. Some of the other customers looked at them funny sometimes, probably because Greg had started to hit on one of the poor bartenders. After that, some new, grumpy lady had to serve them.

"I love you, Nicky!"

"I know you do, Greg. Love you too..."

Still sitting in the bar. It was beginning to get late, it seemed like the bar contained fewer and fewer drunken bums. Both of them had had way too much to drink. They were both fairly drunk, but kept drinking, even if the bartender didn't want to serve them.

Their speech was slurred. Greg also had a little problem with the pronouncing of some words.

"I love Sara."

Greg was about to fall of his bar stool, but Nick held him up.

"Me too, honey. Cheers for Sara!"

Greg giggled like a five year old kid.

"We sound like those fine old men from England! From an old movie or something! Those with those bowlers! Or top hats or whatever they wore... Cheerio, mate!"

"Fine men from England we are indeed! Let's toast, shall we, my dear?"

They sat in silence for awhile. Both of them had now a little trouble with their vision. Nick figured out that the hangover he was going to get the next day was going to be severe. Good that their hotel room had a nice bathroom.

Nick thought about those old films from England. A cute lady would always get killed, and it would probably be her brother who murdered her, because of her money or something. The detective would gather all the characters in some room at the end, before he revealed the killer to all those who were present. If only things were that simple in real life...

Now he knew he had had to much...

"You know what?"

"No, Greg. I don't know what. How can I possibly know what you're going to say before you say it?"

"Right. But do you wanna know something?"

"Sure."

"Wanna know a secret?"

"Yes... Do you keep secrets from me?"

"Some. Who says I can't? But, I'm in love with Conrad. He's hot. And sexy. And funny. And he has nice hair... I like his bald spot."

"You have me, and you're in love with Ecklie? Man that sucks!"

"And I love Catherine, and I love Brass, and I love David, and I love..."

"You're drunk."

"I'm not... drunk. Just a little... tipsy."

"Who don't you love?"

"Right now?"

"Yeah."

"Hm... I have to think it over. Do you mind?"

"Nah. Not really. Take your time. I'm not going anywhere."

"Good."

Nick ordered them some more tequila, not that they needed it.

"I don't think I love Grissom, Nick."

"You don't love Grissom? That's good news."

"Yeah... I don't think he like me."

Nick wasn't going to deny it. Greg annoyed his boss, and he knew it. Grissom liked his lab rat, but he could only handle his tech in small doses.

"You know, Ecklie don't like you either. And he's not hot. Or sexy. Or funny. And he defiantly doesn't have nice hair."

"That's why I love you more. You don't have a bald spot yet."

"Oh, thank you, my dear. Glad I don't have to compete with him."

"I never said that you didn't have to compete with him."

"Oh, right."

Both of them stared down at their tequila for awhile.

"Wanna take a swim?"

"No, that could be dangerous. We're not supposed to do that when we're..."

"You want me to take a swim with hot, sexy and funny Conrad Ecklie with the nice hair and bald spot when we get home?"

"No, but you're too drunk to just..."

"Oh, Come on, Nicky! You're so dull!"
"You can barely sit up straight on that bar stool, Greg! Think of how I would feel if you drowned on Hawaii just because I let you go swimming when..."
"That's why you have to come with me. Look after me."
How could Nick really resist those warm, brown eyes?
"Ok."
"Yeah!"
Nick took his lovers hand and helped him to wards the still warm water. None of them bothered taking off their clothes, only their shoes were left behind. They were too drunk. Nick knew he was going to regret this later. But the stars were so clear. He had never seen such a clear sky back home in Texas, or in Vegas. He would get to see Greg wet. A wet Greg under a sky full of stars...

Greg ran off, and Nick started to jog to keep up with him. They reached the water, but Greg didn't stop. He didn't stop until the water reached his waist. Nick came up to him, and hugged him close. A wave took them, and they helped each other up. Their cell phones were going to pay for this.

Greg ‘s yellow shirt was now soaked, and pretty transparent. Not that it bothered Nick. He felt like the luckiest man in the world. He was sure he was, too. Greg laughed, and Nick ruffled his flat hair.

"You're wet, Nick."

"I know. You are too."

Greg rested his wet head on Nick's warm chest. Nicks arms around him held him up as the small waves tried to get them under the water once again.

"I'm dizzy."

A passionate kiss later, and after having carried Greg up to the shore, they made out. People noticed, but didn't do anything about it. Licking on salt skin, touching, brushing lips...

Nick didn't think they had had sex quite like that before.

They knew each other too well.

Nick finally got to hear Greg scream on one of those vacant islands.

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Nick fell asleep with Greg in his arms. They never left the beach. if only all days could be like this one had been...

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Nick woke suddenly. He felt the sand under him, a severe headache and Greg in his arms. His Greggo was still asleep. But someone stood looming over them. It was a man, fully dressed. That was more than Nick and Greg could say.
"Hi, sorry to wake you guys up. But do you mind getting dressed? There are little kids here."

***

Yesterday had been good. Greg had taught Nick how to surf, and they had relaxed on a lonely beach. It wasn't the same as the one they had had sex on when they were drunk, thankfully. After a long day, they decided that it was time to get some food.

Greg meant that they couldn't fly all the way to Hawaii without trying out some real Hawaiian food. So, they found a small Hawaiian restaurant where Greg could eat all the food his heart desired. He ordered something random named "Taro". Nick, who was a little more skeptical, settled on a more traditional American steak. Greg got himself a real colorful drink, and Nick got a beer.

"Taro" turned out to be a vegetable. It was cooked, and pounded into "Poi". Poi was some grey/purple sooth paste. Besides the "Poi", was there something wrapped in some leafs. That turned out to be salt fish and some meat in there. It was called "Lu'au". Nick was honest, and told Greg that he was more than happy with his (in Greg's opinion) boring steak. Greg was very pleased with his food, even though he meant that the "Poi" was pretty tasteless. But, he said that the food lived up to his expectations. And that was all Nick wanted to hear.


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The next day. They were at their hotel, preparing for another long day. Nick dressed, while Greg still lay on the bed.

"It hurts. Bad." Greg winched and looked really miserable, and gave Nick his puppy eye look.

"That's how things go when you order funny Hawaiian food, Greggo..." Nick smiled at his "sick" lover. Greg winched again, and clutched his belly. "So it's your own fault. You should've ordered something normal; like my normal, very tasty steak. I don't have any trouble with my stomach."Nick got an angry look back from his hurting lover.

"You're so boring, Nick. You'll be sorry when we get back that you didn't order any cool food. Besides, this is probably fatal, so if you're not staring to help me out a little here, you'll be stuck without a lover when you get home."

Nick decided not to think about what Greg had said. The thought wasn't pleasant, even though the thought of loosing Greg because of some bad food was ridiculous. "There's only so much I really can do about food poisoning, Greg. Did you try one of those pills I gave you?"

"No, I have to wait it out." Greg grunted again, and turned so he lay on his back.

"Why?"

"Because I'm stubborn. Just leave it, Nick."

"Sure. So, you wanna stay on the hotel the whole day?"

"No, of course not! I wanna do something. But we have to stay where there are some toilets or something..."


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They decided to go shopping. That way they would be near a toilet almost all the time. Greg even got himself and Nick some real colorful Hawaiian shirts.

"Nick, I need a toilet. Now."

"Right now?"

"Right now."

"Well, I can't see one right now, but if we just..."

"Nick, this is an emergency. I can't wait. Do you really want me to crap my pants in public?"

"No, I just can't see a restaurant or bar or anything right now. And no toilets. Sorry, G. Wait. See over there?" Nick pointed towards a shop selling bathroom furniture. "I'm sure they have a toilet you can loan, Greggo"

"Well, I'm willing to try anything right now."

Nick hurried behind his lover. Greg ran, so Nick lost him out of sight. So, he looked around. The place was amazing. It was huge. Every brand toilet brand had its own show room. Every room looked exactly like a perfect bathroom would. They even had soap in the dispensers. Every room had a door that could be locked.

Nick went back to the entrance, so Greg would be able to find him when he was finished. It took awhile before Greg came sneaking back to him. Nick noticed that he got a huge smile on his face. He tried to control it, before Greg noticed.

His lover looked very serious. He came up to Nick, before he laid his hands behind his back, tilted his head, and took a deep breath before he confessed. "The toilet won't flush."

Nick laughed. He couldn't help it. The serious look on Greg's face was just too much. It was priceless.

"Don't laugh, Nick. I have a really big problem here. And you've got to help me out."

"What do you expect me to do?" Nick really tried to calm himself down, but didn't manage to do that. His lover looked pissed. "Okay, okay Greggo. I'll try to take this seriously. Ermm... well, I honestly don't know what you can do... well, you could always get one of those bags for doggy poo, but after I heard you this morning, something tells me that that will be nearly impossible..." Greg only looked angry now. That made Nick laugh even more. "Or you could confess to somebody who works there, and get them to help you." If looks could kill. "Or you could just run."

Greg nodded and looked very anxious to do just that. "Let's do that Nicky. We run. Far away from here."

"You know, Greggo, they probably caught you on the security camera."

Greg ran.

Fast.

***