Title: Dungeon Master
By: anmani
Pairing: Nick/Greg/Warrick
Rating: PG-13
Warning/Spoiler: Set after Grave Danger.
Summary: A monthly meeting.
Disclaimer: They belong to the CBS and not me
Written for the Threesome challenge.

It was time for their monthly get together and today was his turn to be the host. They had started their threesome in the summer of 2001 and kept meeting once a month. Despite his release from hospital only 4 days ago he had insisted on keeping the originally agreed date.

He carefully laid out what was needed and rearranged a few pieces of furniture. Standing back he admired his work and thought back to the day Greg had made the first invitation.

"Come on guys, it is actually not such a bad idea." Greg countered Warrick's dismissal of the role-playing his therapist had insisted on.
"It's lame Greg, they wanted me to do it after that sick bitch pulled a gun on me." Sometimes he wondered if Greg just did it for fun, always arguing things like that.
"Ok I'll admit that most therapists don't have a clue on how to do it. But it can be really good." Greg had that determined look on his face and seemed more than ready to argue them to agreement.

"What do you know about it anyway, all you do is run samples." Warrick never had liked to be dismissed.
"Duh… but unlike most people here, I have a social life." Greg never ran out of words.
"I could show you…" Neither of them had ever been good at turning down a dare and they accepted.

The rules were simple:
It was round robin.
The host sat up the scenario.
The scenario could be anything.
The other two would be given two days to prepare.

Four years later they had explored a lot, but in their line of work something new always came up. It had been rather innocent at first, if you could call gunfights that. The first scenario that had him doubting whether this was a good idea, was the cross dressing that Greg had sat up. Thinking about it he found that their scenarios reflected their personalities quite well.

He often chose cold cases to find the answer and sometimes they did find new angles. In the beginning Greg had told him it would be easier to start with classic crime stories, but he had after two times changed to real cases.

Warrick often made up crime scenes, to see if he could get away with murder. But on occasion he made family outings, something that he had grown up without.

Greg was all over the place, anything that had caught his curiosity would be explored. So it was usually Greg who dragged them through all kind of kinks but also new 'sports'. But it was also Greg to introduce themselves, after he had been stalked they had reenacted the whole thing. He had been Nigel Crane and Warrick had been him and Greg had done all the other parts.

Today Greg would be proud of him, because he had done it himself rather than waiting for Greg to set it up. He looked at the screen and the webcam and the overturned couch pretending to be a coffin. It was creeping him out, but he figured that if he did this he could return to work a lot sooner.

A light tap on the door shook him away from the panic crawling in on him. He opened the door and was barely able to hold back his laughter. Before him stood Greg in a dark dress-shirt, black slacks, reading glasses and to complete it all, a grey mass of hair. When he looked closer he noticed the blue contacts; Greg never did things by half. The face had even been set in the classic Grissom look.

He showed 'Grissom' into the living and received an appreciative nod for the setup. A knock on the door made the butterflies in his stomach do a simultaneous summersault. Warrick had also gone all the way and greeted him with a heavy southern accent. He felt guilty for not having done the contact thing and changed his eye color.