title: Long Night
fandom: CSI: Vegas
pairing: Warrick/Nick
rating: PG-13
series: none
sequel to: none
spoilers: yes, but I don't know the title. the ep where the singer's wife killed herself in the bathtub. sorry.
author: nancy
email: the_tenth_muse@yahoo.com
website: www.geocities.com/the_tenth_muse1/
feedback: yes, please!
archive: sure! just let me know.
summary: Warrick's had a long shift.
warnings: none really, except maybe sugar shock. *grin* oh, and mild language.
disclaimers: not mine, never will be, not makin' any money.

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Nick grinned as Warrick's arms circled him from behind and leaned back into the hug. "Hey stranger. Didn't think I'd still be up when you get home. Where'd you go?"

Kissing the side of Nick's throat, Warrick purred a little before answered, "Had to do some extra paperwork at the office. Noticed that you snuck out early, though. You feeling okay?"

"Yeah, fine," Nick assured him, turning off the stove. "Just tired."

"Long night, huh?"

"Oh yeah."

Warrick rubbed his shoulders, then moved up and massaged his neck. "Better?"

"Mmm. Oh yeah."

Laughing softly, Warrick kissed the back of his head and said, "Go sit down. I'll finish up in here."

Surprised, Nick looked more closely at his lover. "You okay?"

"Yeah, fine. What, I can't do for you?" Warrick asked, a little defensive.

Hands up, Nick replied, "Of course you can, and you do. I'll just.I'm going to the living room now."

Warrick caught him before he went more than a couple of steps. Pulling him close, Warrick apologized, "I'm sorry. Rough night. I just...I don't want to take you for granted."

More surprise skittered across Nick's face and he protested, "You don't!"

"I do," Warrick corrected. "And I don't ever want you to feel like I'm neglecting you, for the job or anything else. You're everything to me, Nick, and I never want you to think otherwise."

"Okay. Now I'm getting worried. Just what happened tonight?"

Warrick sighed, resting his forehead against Nick's. "A woman killed herself because her husband was too self-involved to realize that she was in trouble. And I know you. You keep things in until you explode. I don't want you to think that you can't just kick my ass if I don't tell you how much I love you, how much you mean to me."

Smiling, Nick shifted so that he was leaning against his taller lover, his arms draped around Warrick's waist. "I know you love me, Warrick, and I know you have trouble saying it. But you show me every day. I don't feel neglected, I promise."

Warm lips pressed against his throat and strong arms held him tight as Warrick answered, "Good. Cause I don't know what I'd do without you, Nick."

"Well, you're not going to have to find out," Nick stated firmly. Pulling back a little, he said, "Now get supper together and meet me in the living room."

Warrick grinned and kissed him, deep and slow. Sighing happily into the kiss, Nick didn't expect the swat to his ass and so didn't move fast enough to avoid it. "Hey!"

Smirking, Warrick moved to the stove.

Eyes rolling in fond exasperation, Nick walked to the living room and curled up on the couch, grabbing the remote and turning on the news. It was only a few minutes later that Warrick arrived with a plate of food. Settling on the sofa, Warrick set the plate on the coffee table. He pulled Nick's legs over his thighs and Nick curled up close.

With a deep sigh, Warrick kissed him again, sweet and soft. Staring into Nick's eyes he muttered, "Definitely a long damn night. I am so glad it's over and I get to come home to you, baby."

Smiling brilliantly, Nick rested his head on Warrick's shoulder and agreed, "Me, too."