Title: Head Cold part duex
Author: NikkiM
Email: Nikkimonst@aol.com
Permission to archive: yes
Rating: FRM
Summary: Warrick's sampling the cough medicine again.
Disclaimer: Not mine and unfortunately never will be mine!
A/N: I was told that I needed to do a follow up, well this may not be what they wanted but the dust bunny, ah err plot bunny bit me so here it is.
Pairing/characters: Warrick/Greg
Spoilers: None

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Again Warrick was sitting at his desk silently bemoaning the still lingering head cold that had spread to his chest and he still had the sore throat. He' d gone home early two nights before and after drinking a glass of orange juice had crashed into his bed and slept for nine hours straight. Then he got up, took care of natures call, had a glass of water and the mug of soup Tina had handed to him, then went back to bed for another eight hours. He was glad to not remember any dreams. The one he'd had at work was disquieting enough.

But here he sat, called into work because both Catherine and Sara were down in Henderson. He'd been fine for the first few hours, working a case with Greg first then with Grissom. Nick was off on a solo. Another cough escaped him, almost gagging him his throat was already so sore. He looked at the bottle of cough syrup. Another cough started and went on to leave him almost breathless.

He grabbed the bottle and swigged some. It felt good on his throat going down, he just wished there was some way to let it just sooth the irritated tissues. He recapped the bottle and picked up the folder from the b&e he and Greg worked. The homeowner's sports memorabilia had been stolen from his game room. The pool table had been vandalized too.

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I looked at the ruined burgundy felt of the pool table. It was a nice one too, dark heavy wood, real leather on the pockets. I could just see the top of Greg's spiky hair over the edge of the table. I made a mental note that he' d stopped bleaching the ends. It was all now the same light brown.

"Find anything?" I asked.

The head perked up and the brown eyes looked at me, "Yeah. I ah saw something so I swabbed it, it's not blood, but then it showed under ALS and because of the patterns I'm guessing semen."

"Oh?"

"Uh yeah, a lot of it, looks like this was a favorite surface and not everyone wore a, ah . . . condom." The head moved then I saw the eyes again, " There are wear marks and I can see some restraints on your side. Can you see them?" He asked.

I looked down and yep there they were thick white silk cords, or at least they looked like silk. I hadn't noticed them before. "Yeah I can see them."

"Oh I found a couple of hairs. I already collected them. Some had tags." Greg went on.

I had my camera out and was taking some shots of the restraints. Then I planed to check them over for anything, like skin, blood or hair so we could find out who they were last used on. There might be a disgruntled boy toy around. "So Greg any theories?" I asked as I collected.

"Yes I do. Thank you for asking."

I glanced under the table and saw his legs, my jaw dropped when I realized it was his bare legs then I saw a shirt drop next to them. I stood up fast, to see him standing at the edge of the table, I could see his pubic hair but not his dick over the edge, but he looked to be starkers.

"Greggo what the hell . . . " I asked not able to draw my eyes from his chest, both his nipples were pierced the right had a thick silver ring through it, the other, I swallowed hard, had a silver bar bell holding on a black metal nipple shield of an ornate tribal star pattern. I felt myself getting hard.

I couldn't let this go on, Greg would get his ass fired PDQ if anyone else saw this. I rounded the table saying, "You can't be thinking about contaminating the scene man, Gris . . . "

"Gris nothing, he would defer to my knowledge on this, he's never been reamed." He stated then with a grin he bent himself face down over the table spreading his legs then shifting his hips to settle himself against the edge of the table.

‘Oh man I didn't need to know what kind of sex my boss was into or Greg for that matter'

I groaned as I was then given the full view of his puckered anus and his sac. My jaw dropped though when I saw the glint of metal. Crap, he had genital piercings too. A row of metal hoops reflected the ceiling light that appeared to be directed to light that specific area. I subconsciously wet my lips as from somewhere in my memory I dredged up the name, a scrotal ladder. I briefly let myself wonder if they continued around to the front of the downy sac, but then that modified into wondering if his dick was pierced too.

Greg wiggled his ass. Thus, causing his balls to swing a bit. He turned to look at me over his shoulder. "See if they're tied like this they'd splatter all over the underside, the edge, the legs and the carpet. It would depend if they were a sky pointer or a low lever attacker." With that he straightened up and turned toward me. His dick was hard and up against his belly, I couldn't help but look, he wasn't circumcised but his cloak has held back by two metal balls protruding from either side of his smooth well defined crown. I felt my eyes widened as I realized he had what looked like colored stripes running around his dick. My eyes traveled down to see that yes, the scrotal ladder did continue around to the front of his nuts, or rather he had a second one that started at the base of his dick and went down for seven hoops. My subject moved as he hoisted himself up onto the edge of the pool table. He spread his legs so that his nuts had space.

His left hand went down to himself as he pulled his dick downward from his belly, his right hand was pointing to something on the shaft.

I looked.

"You see this?" he asked.

I swallowed hard then nodded. It looked very painful.

"Recognize it? Come closer and get a better look." He told me and I did.

I stepped closer, I could have reached out and stroked the hard flesh.

"Recognize it now?" He asked as he ran a finger lightly around part of the ink.

And now I did recognize it.

"It's my DNA. I had it sequenced when I was at Berkeley. Then inked while I was up in San Francisco." He said as he then gently moved the foreskin over the metal balls so it covered the head. That too was inked.

I was in awe. I lifted my camera up and seeing the smile on Greg's face I focused on the embedded ink pattern nicely proportioned and shaped penis. He moved his hand so that just one cradled his piece of work. I depressed the shutter button and the flash went off.

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My head jerked up and I was again looking at Nick who was holding his camera flash in his hand.

"Sorry about that War," he said as he then packed it into the case he had open on his desk. "Surprised that woke you, you slept through Greggo dropping the case next to your desk." He told me nodding toward the young CSI standing beside our desks.

Greg grinned at him then said, "Warrick, Nick and I are going to go down to Marino's pool room, want to come and que up a few balls with us?"

"Oh man," I groaned then dropped my head to the desk, 'not again.'

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