Title: Mykonos Revisited
Author: Dee
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2528
Pairings: Gil/Nick
Characters: Gil Grissom and Nick Stokes
Warnings: Fluff and AU
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: In my dreams they are like, totally mine!
Beta: jayceepat and podga for their invaluable help in the Americanisation of the fic and their insightful comments. I thank high_striker for his wonderful icons. I am indebted to them all. Any errors are mine.
A/N: A return to 'proper' 'fluff'. I have been to Mykonos and I do have the CD!

Mykonos Revisited

Their vacation was well and truly over. Hard work, sometimes distressing work, sometimes fun work, but nevertheless, hard work, had overtaken their lives again. Both enjoyed the work and wouldn't do anything else, but sometimes it just seemed to overwhelm them, keep them in its clutches and not allow them any time for anything else.

Well, Nick had other ideas. They'd had a wonderful vacation on the Greek island of Mykonos and one of the most satisfying aspects...well apart from the sex, of course, was the food. They'd both partaken of the Greek cuisine and both loved it, the flavours and textures just a little bit different to what they were used to. They both loved Italian food and while it wasn't a million miles away from the Greek style, it was sufficiently different for them to savour it to its full extent.

So, Nick's plan was to wait for their next weekend off and recreate a little of their vacation right here in Vegas.....well on their deck, he thought would probably be the best venue. He set about acquiring a Greek recipe book, not difficult at all given their attachment to surfing the net and finding whatever they needed there.

He found a local liquor dealer and bought a couple of bottles of Greek wine and even found some Mythos beer. He told Gil he was planning a special evening, because otherwise Gil would just nose around until he discovered what Nick was plotting. At least when he knew Nick was plotting 'something' he allowed him the space to do so, because he would get to enjoy the outcome. 'Oh yes, Gil loved Nicky's plotting, a lot actually, 'cause they usually ended up getting physical!' thought Nick, remembering the graphic erotic scenes they'd seen everywhere in Mykonos. The coasters, calendars, and loads of things with the images printed on them, even a tea cloth – Nick wished he'd bought one now! Gil would be scandalised!

Nick was ambitious, he'd decided on a menu for the evening and had also decided to make the dinner himself, from scratch. Not that he wasn't capable; he was actually a bit of a chef on the quiet, especially when he wanted to be. He listed the ingredients he'd need and ensured there was an outlet in Vegas where he could get the necessary herbs and stuff.

To capture the ambience of Greece he thought he should find some Greek folk music to play in the background. That would create the right mood. Nick thought he'd made a real find in respect of the music. While browsing the net he'd found an available CD of Greek folk songs – but what really excited him was that the songs were sung by none other than Agnes Baltsa. Well, Nick was a 'country boy' at heart and opera didn't really float his boat but Gil loved opera. They gave each other the space to indulge in their respective musical tastes and in fact Nick found some of the opera stuff not bad at all. Gil never liked 'country' though!

Agnes Baltsa was a particular favourite of Gil's. A Greek born mezzo soprano with fine acting skills; singing and acting apparently didn't always go hand in hand.

So, with the CD, 'Songs my country taught me', duly ordered, paid for and on its way, Nick thought he had every base covered. In fact, he had.

He shopped on Friday for the fresh goods he needed and then forbade Gil to enter the kitchen until after Saturday evening. Gil indulged him – after all it meant that Nick had to provide every drink, all the food and whatever else was in the kitchen that Gil needed. Nick knew that Gil was indeed indulging him and on that Friday, before work, made Gil pay. Gil was happy to do so, but found sitting a little uncomfortable for the rest of their shift!

They both finished their shift on time for once and went home to sleep for half a day to recuperate. The CD finally arrived with the post that morning and Gil's interest and curiosity was severely tested, but he resisted on 'pain of death'. In the afternoon, Gil had errands to run that Nick made him do, and when he'd completed them Gil was sent to work in their 'work' room, on an article and paper he was preparing. Gil was actually happy to do this but was getting itchy feet over the 'surprise'!

Nick prepared tzatziki, stuffed vine leaves and stuffed tomatoes and peppers from scratch. A typical Greek salad would accompany the sea bass he'd bought. He was going to bake this fish, marinated with lemon and herbs. Nick was buzzing, it was all going to plan, and he enjoyed preparing the food and getting it ready to cook. He wanted to start the meal about 7.30ish, so it'd be good and dark on the deck. With the wine and food, the music in the background Nick was certain that their vacation mood would well and truly be recaptured.

..........Gil would say, 'Oh the folly of youth Nicky, my boy...."

Nick would retort in a petulant manner, "I'm neither a youth nor a boy Gilbert Grissom, and anyway I'm most certainly not your boy!"

At this stage Gil would sigh heavily, remain silent and gently push Nick against a hard surface, a kitchen counter maybe, and then prove that actions spoke louder than words.

Nick would be satisfied.

But this would be later!..........

Everything was just about ready and Nick just had time for a quick shower. Gil heard him in the bathroom and ambled up to the door of the bathroom. He spent a few minutes watching Nick diligently washing his hair and then his body. He knew full well that as much as they both might, no, would, like to join up in the shower Nick would not be deflected from his project for the evening.

In fact Gil could smell the most delicious aromas emanating from their kitchen and thought that Nick had probably excelled himself in the culinary stakes. Gil was so looking forward to the meal he was not going to let any of it ruin to satisfy his base desires.

'Oh God.' he groaned to himself,' I am getting old, preferring food to sex. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. I will have to rectify that state of affairs as soon as possible. Some rather pleasant imagery started floating around inside his head.

"Hey." Nick had turned the shower off and was reaching out for his towel when he saw Gil, leaning on the door jamb. "I hope you haven't been looking for evidence in the kitchen."

"No, I have not, I'm trustworthy Nick you should know that."

"Mmmmm." Was the mumbled response from inside a towel.

"Have I time for a quick shower?"

"Yeah, a quick one, wouldn't want you dirty for later on now would I?"

"And here was I thinking you liked me best when I was dirty Nick!"

"Don't you get sassy with me, else I may consider rationing Gil!"

"No you won't, 'cutting of nose to spite face'....ring any bells?"

"Ha ha ha 'Mr Know it all', I'll still have the upper hand and you know darn well I can tease 'til the cows come home!" This comment was accompanied by a firm, but not in the least painful, squeeze of the Grissom family jewels.

The unexpected grope caused Gil's eyebrows and voice to rise, and he gasped, "You never play fair Nicky!" to Nick's retreating back.

"'All's fair in love and war...', ring any bells?"

"And you accuse me of being sassy?" Gil responded as he stripped off his clothes to get into the shower. Gil's penis was showing considerable interest in this exchange and he decided that turning the water onto a cooler setting was appropriate, but deduced from the evidence presented that sex still did come before food. Thank goodness.

It was all ready; Nick had prepared the table on the deck with all the usual stuff, candle power alone for illumination, and prepared the CD for playing, leaving it on pause until Gil was seated.

Gil arrived on the deck, still damp from his shower and as busy as Nick was, preparing the last minute bits and pieces for his meal he stopped in front of Gil, wrapped his hands around the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss. Not a heavy tongue lashing affair but a sweet, gentle kiss for a few moments. As he pulled away, he murmured. "Love you babe, lots!"

The look he received in return didn't need words to clarify it, Nick knew that he was loved.

Their quiet moment over, Nick bustled in the kitchen ordering Gil to 'sit' and started to bring the food out. After several trips it was all on the table, except for the sea bass which he'd bring out after they'd managed to work their way through this banquet.

Nick pressed play and the music started up. Nick had not had time to listen to the disc and he thought that Gil had probably never heard it before.

The food that had been deposited in front of Gil was incredible and he was nearly lost for words, but this was Gil so it was only 'nearly'.

"I am amazed Nick – you've done all this, tracked down the ingredients, and made all this, just this afternoon?", before Nick could respond Gil noticed the wine "and the wine is Greek too?"

"Just thought I'd try to recapture a bit of our vacation Gil. It was the best, and we've been busy an' all, seemed like a good idea."

"It is Nicky, it is." He paused a little and then continued, "You are a very kind and thoughtful man and I know you will probably think it is an old fashioned thing to say, but I am 'honoured' to know you Nick. And, that you have chosen to spend your life with me is sometimes beyond my comprehension.." he saw Nick about to speak and probably contradict him so he held his hand up to Nick,".....but I am not complaining for one moment, I am going to bask in the knowledge and gloat at my good fortune....and tuck into this food!"

Nick wondered for the zillionth time, how Gil could lecture him and still manage to be the hottest guy in town, no, make that the planet, the solar system, the universe and he smiled at the old childhood game of writing out the longest address one could.

They were both eating the food, sharing a stuffed tomato and stuffed pepper between them when Gil suddenly stopped with his fork midway between plate and mouth.

"Good lord, this is Agnes Baltsa singing isn't it? Where on earth did you find this CD?"
He stopped to listen and so did Nick.

Nick became aware that in fact, to him, it sounded really mournful. He thought she may break out into operatic sobs, or whatever, any moment. Gil was listening and had a slight frown on his face.

Nick broke the mood by jumping up and going back into the kitchen to retrieve the fish and salad. He put them on the table and they both helped themselves to generous amounts. While Nick didn't expect a lot of conversation during the meal, it seemed to peter out all together. The food, while it was delicious, became just another meal on the deck, and for Nick even the wine turned sour.

Why had this happened?

Because the folk music that Gil's beloved Agnes Baltsa was so beautifully, and incredibly mournfully singing, reminded them not of their fabulous vacation, but the fact that it was over. The Las Vegas evening was hot, but the warm breeze from the Aegean was not wafting the trees, the sea could not be heard gently lapping at the shingle beach and the smell of Thyme was missing from the air.

It was not a fond reminiscence but a poor imitation.

Gil realised that the mood that Nick had tried so hard to capture was lost. He could feel Nick's disappointment and reached for his hand across the table.

"That was the most fabulous meal you've ever cooked for me Nick. It was a wonderful surprise and I am forever in awe of your skills in the kitchen, and if I am honest, in the bedroom too!" He added this to try to lighten the mood, which was fairly difficult proposition with Miss Baltsa still wringing out her wretched folk songs.

"I had such high hopes Gil, I thought it would be a great way to spend the evening and now it looks like we could have had more fun watching the Discovery Channel." Nick had descended into whining mode. "But all I've succeeded in doing is ruining the memory of the vacation, I blame it on that damned disc, I wish I'd listened to it before I put in on tonight."

"Oh come on Nick it was not as bad as that, I did remember our vacation as I was eating the food, you were never going to be able to recreate it, only elicit memories and it did do that, you are being too hard on yourself."

"I'm not being hard on myself, it's a ruined meal and evening after ALL the time I spent on it."

"Your expectations were too high, it was a wonderful meal and evening, but we are in Las Vegas not Mykonos. Relax Nick it has been good."

"Only good Gil, only good?"

"Oh the folly of youth Nicky, my boy........"

He was interrupted as Nick sprang up from his seat despite the huge quantity of food he'd consumed and started collecting the dirty dishes in a not too gentle manner. Gil thought that he should keep quiet right now, he had enough evidence of past holes being dug and he had learned, fairly slowly in fact, that they just got bigger and he always ended falling into them!

"I am neither a youth nor a boy Gilbert Grissom and anyway I'M most certainly not YOUR boy!"

Gil had to fight hard to keep a blank face, because as much as Nick was an alpha male type and few people who didn't know would never guess he was gay, whenever he morphed into this petulant mode he was as gay as the next...well...gay!

But, Gil had the antidote to this particular Nick 'mode'. So he rose from his seat, followed Nick to the kitchen and when Nick had noisily banged the plates down Gil walked up behind him gently turned Nick around, (he always let himself be turned, or moved, around, mused Gil), pushed him back against the counter and proceeded to devour him.

Funnily enough Gil was good at 'dominant' and Nick let himself be dominated. Gil liked to do this when Nick had thrown a hissy fit, Nick mused. 'I must do it more often', was the last thought he had before being entirely consumed by Gil.

They didn't notice that the CD had finished.

The End