Title: Muddy Legs
Author: 0creativity
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: Nick and Greg wash cars. Response to a challenge posted at TalkCSI.

The car pulled away, splashing Nick’s legs with muddy water. He sighed and looked around at the controlled chaos which had unfolded around him. A large banner reading “Las Vegas Crime Lab Community Involvement Fair” hung over a table where Catherine and Warrick were selling hotdogs, cookies, and soda. Next to them, Grissom and Sara were busy fingerprinting kids while Doc Robbins, dressed as a clown, was trying his hardest to make balloon animals. The dog he was currently working on popped and a little girl started crying. He blew up another balloon, handed it to her, and told her it was a snake before telling Grissom he was going on break. Brass was giving the parents free gun locks and Hodges was... What the hell was Hodges doing?

“HODGES!!” Greg was yelling at him now, as if he could read Nick’s mind. “DO NOT YELL PROFANITIES AT THE PEOPLE WHO DON’T STOP!”

The involvement fair was set up in the parking lot of one of the busiest stores in Vegas, and sure enough, Hodges was yelling at any car that dared not turn into the parking lot and support them. Nick rolled his eyes and turned to Greg. “Why did we decide that it would be a good idea to let him try to lure in customers?”

Greg leaned over and whispered “Because no one wants to work with him.” Nick shuddered at the feel of Greg’s warm breath on his ear but before he could do anything about it, he felt a shot of cold, icy water hit him at his waist and make its way down his legs.

“Shit, Greg. That’s fucking cold, man.”

Greg grinned. “What? I was just rinsing off your muddy legs. Besides,” he leaned in closer to Nick, “it looked like you could use a bit of a cold shower.”

Nick groaned and with one swift motion, had ripped the hose out of Greg’s hand and had it pointed directly at Greg’s head. “Payback’s a bitch,” he muttered.

Greg’s fight-or-flight response kicked in, and determining that he had nothing with which he could fight, his brain thought his best course of action would be to run. Fast.

Nick tore off after him, completely forgetting that he was supposed to be working. He figured Hodges had managed to chase off any potential customers anyway. He finally cornered Greg against a table. He grinned and pointed the nozzle squarely at Greg’s head and let the water fly. Greg ducked and the water hit Grissom in the face.

Nick was speechless, and for the first time in his life, so was Greg, but only because he was sprawled on the ground laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe. Grissom just glared at Nick before taking off his glasses and wiping them on his shirt. He sighed and then glared at Nick some more.

“I’m so sorr-”

“Nick,” Grissom interrupted him. “Greg. Could you two please keep your hands to yourselves long enough to get some work done? We’re supposed to be raising money for a charity, remember?”

Nick nodded and Greg managed to squeak out a “Sorry boss.”

Nick and Greg made their way back to their part of the parking lot and started washing the small line of cars that had shown up while they were off goofing around. Greg was so paranoid that anytime Nick wasn’t in his line of vision, he’d nervously look over his shoulder, expecting to see Nick about to dump a bucket of soapy water on him or something. Instead, Nick would just smile his sweetest, most innocent smile and keep washing the cars which, quite frankly, scared Greg even more.

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Nick held open the door to their apartment for Greg, whose arms were full of plates of hotdogs and hamburgers and cookies. Warrick and Catherine had sent home most of the leftover food with Nick and Greg because everyone knew neither one of them could cook all that well. Nick followed Greg into the kitchen and leaned against the counter, snatching a cookie off of one of the plates. “I’m pretty sure that was more exhausting than working a double. Why’d we get stuck working the car wash?”

“Because, my friend, everyone knows that car washes are 90% sex appeal. And, since we’re two of the youngest, hottest guys in the crime lab, it only stands to reason that we would be in charge of seducing the soccer moms into getting their cars washed.”

Nick popped the cookie in his mouth and went to rinse his hands off when the beginnings of a devilish plan formed inside his head. “Uh.. Greggo? Would you get me a beer please?”

Nick smiled as Greg acquiesced. Apparently, he had forgotten Nick was out for blood. With Greg’s back turned, Nick grabbed the spray nozzle attached to the sink and waited. As soon as Greg turned around, Nick turned on the faucet and a blast of cold water hit Greg in the face.

“Told you I’d get ya,” Nick said sweetly.

Greg just laughed. “That’s it? That’s your ace in the hole? Cold water? You couldn’t even come up with your own MO? Had to steal mine?”

Nick just shrugged. “You know I’m not any good at the whole revenge thing.” Nick slowly walked up to Greg and trapped him against the refrigerator. He moved until his face was right up against Greg’s and he could see the nervousness in the other man’s eyes. Saying nothing, he stuck his tongue out and licked up the cold water on the side of Greg’s face.

For the second time that day, Greg was left speechless. Nick backed away and headed down the hall, calling over his shoulder, “Sorry, I got thirsty.”


A/N: Unbeta'd, so sorry for any mistakes. Also, I stole part of a line from Family Guy. Bonus points if you know which one :p