Title: Naked Justice
By: 10th-letter
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: R
Summary: It's a new night in Vegas and Nick and Greg get assigned to a case at a very interesting location. Here the boys' true feelings for one another can't be hidden.

The graveyard shift CSI’s of Las Vegas, Nevada gathered around their boss’s desk, expectant looks on their faces. Their boss, Gil Grissom barely looked up when CSI Warrick Brown coughed trying to get his supervisor’s attention.

“Right. Case assignments. Catherine, Warrick, you two are on a drowning by Lake Mead. Sara, you and I are working a potential mob hit at the Luxor. Nick and Greg, you two will be investigating a potential 419 at – “ Grissom lowered his glasses, making sure he had read the name right. He knew Greg would be happy. “ at Desert Sunset Naturism Camp.”

Greg smiled, “Concealed weapon?”

Grissom had to smirk “They believe so, yes. Just be sure to send whatever you can to Wendy. Just be careful when you tell her where you found it. That’s all. I believe you all have work to do?”

As Grissom shooed them all out of his office, Nick turned to Greg. “’Naturism Camp’ what the hell’s that mean?”

“Oh, Nicky. So worldly, yet so innocent.”

“Very funny, Sanders. What’s it mean?”

“Why my dear Texan, we have a case at a Nudist Colony. Concealed weapon, no less.” Greg replied, spinning on his feet and heading to the parking lot.

Nick wasn’t sure what response he wanted to make first, “Nudist Colony? Us? Wait… concealed weapon?”

~~~~

Nick and Greg arrived at the entrance to Desert Sunset just in time to see Captain Brass leaving.

“Hey Nicky. Greggo. DB’s inside. They have an age limit, so figures they turned crusty old me down at the door. David’s in there with the body. Just one thing boys. They have a dress code. So to speak.” Said the detective.

“Dress code? What do you mean?” Nick gulped.

“He means we have to go in wearing nothing but our field kits and badges.” Shouted Greg from the doorway, already in his underwear.

“Sounds like the kid’s already waiting for you. Run to him, Nicky. Run to him.” Laughed Brass, patting Nick on the shoulder as he left. Nick looked dumbstruck.

“Nickolas William Stokes! Do I have to come over there and undress you myself? Get your uptight Southern ass in here, we have work to do!” shouted Greg, peeking from the door. Greg was now completely naked, his field kit strategically covering his crotch.

Well, when in Rome. Or Henderson. thought Nick, unbuckling his belt.

~~~~

“Hey Nick, rigor’s set. The poor guy’s dead stiff.” Laughed the coroner’s assistant David. David had been allowed to wear a smock, him being closest to the body.

Greg was already examining the body for trace. “Male DB. Mid to late 30’s. Not bad looking and, from what I can see, rigor mortis really does effect every part of the body.” Greg laughed, as did David.

“He’s been dead for a while now. I’d check for a wallet or ID, but there’s only a few places it could be hidden and, no offense guys, I’m not checking.”

Nick finally managed to speak “Um, it’s um, it’s OK SuperDave. I’d sure we can get something from DNA.”

David signaled his crew who loaded up the body and wheeled it to the waiting truck. Nick and Greg would be able to find out more in the autopsy. Nick was about to ask Greg his first thoughts about the scene, only to be greeted to an image of Greg bending over taking a photograph of some blood splatter on the surrounding stucco tile. Greg snapped a handful of pictures before standing up and facing Nick. Greg was very comfortable in his body.

“So, Nick. Is that a maglite in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” laughed Greg, glad to finally have a little visual confirmation to his theories.

 Nick blushed.

“It’s ok, Nick. Really it is. Believe me, I don’t mind.” Replied Greg walking over to Nick.

“You, you don’t?” stammered Nick.

“Of course not. I was wondering when you’d finally say something.” Greg moved in closer, his body only inches away from Nick’s. The only thing separating their crotches being Greg’s camera.

“No one at work can know I’m ..”

“Gay? C’mon Nick. You’re a big boy,” Greg glanced down, “ A really big boy, from what I can tell. And honestly, I doubt anyone at work would be surprised.”

“But I’m not gay. I can’t be.”

“Be serious, Nick. At the risk of sounding like Grissom, the evidence never lies.”

“You just had to mention Grissom while I’m trying to fight a boner, didn’t you?”

Greg imitated the sound of the air leaving a balloon and turned around to examine a footprint in the sand. His back still turned to Nick he said, “You know, I’m kind of glad I know you’re gay now. I can safely come out of the bisexual pantry myself.”

“You’re not straight either?” said Nick, hoping to whichever deity would answer that he could find something else to occupy his thoughts then what his brain was telling him to do to his friend’s behind.

“Nope, don’t think I ever was straight to be honest. But really, are you surprised?” laughed Greg, bagging a white fiber and turning around.

Nick finally smiled. “Now that you mention it, no. All those times you’d talk about some bizarre fetish or seem a little too into Marilyn Manson to notice anyone else... I should’ve known when you wanted to see X-Men 3 only hoping for a Cyclops sex scene.”

“Hey, James Marsden is hot as hell. Famke Jenssen too, really. He was the only good thing about that movie.” Changing tones, Greg looked Nick in the eyes, a really hard thing to do, considering that what Greg was staring at had provided him with enough fantasy material to last years. Eight years it took him to come out to me! Eight freakin’ years! After all the hints I dropped? But at least I know for sure now. Greg thought. "Are we good, Nick?" he said, " Cause, really I'm not out either, but I can assume people have guessed by now. I just don't want any of this to change our friendship. You know? And please, feel free to stop me anytime you want."

“Yeah, G. We’re good. Thanks for being so understanding. You’re the first person I’ve come out to. And I really hope, now that we know what we do about each other we'd become even closer than before." said Nick, moving closer to Greg.

“I’m glad you feel comfortable enough around me, Nick. I’m touched. But I would have been the last person to care. Now, we’re both here. We’re both queer and the LVPD will just have to get used to it.”

Nick tilted his head and moved his mouth closer to Greg's. I can't believe I'm finally going to do this! He thought.

Greg moved his own mouth closer to Nick's, his lips parting slowly, I can't believe he's finally doing this! he thought.

As their their lips were millimeters from touching, a loud voice coming from the pool area destroyed the moment.

“I said get off me you scum bag! Leave me alone or I’m calling the cops!”

“I said get off me Mark!” shouted the voice again. Nick and Greg looked at each other before running to the source of the sound. When they reached the pool, they saw a man forcibly restraining what appeared to be his girlfriend.

“Not until you admit what you did Rebeccah!” shouted Mark, his short black hair drenched with pool water.

Rebbecah looked terrified, her blonde hair tied back into a ponytail, dark marks on her shoulders from Mark’s rough grip. “I didn’t do anything, Mark! Now get off me or I’m calling the cops!”

From a safe distance, Greg looked at Nick. “That’s your cue, man. I’ll assume you’re not hiding a gun anywhere?”

Nick shot a glare at Greg. “What do you think?”

“Go, break them up, you have a better chance of restraining him than I do.” Replied Greg, hoping Nick couldn’t read the jumble of thoughts running through his mind.

Nick rushed over waving the LVPD badge that was hanging around his neck. “LVPD, is there a problem here?”

Rebbecah looked at Nick as if he were her guardian angel. Mark huffed and backed away from his girlfriend.

“No, officer. Nothing’s wrong here. I was just having a polite discussion with my, now ex-girlfriend. Just a nice discussion between two adults.” Said Mark.

“Nice try. Mark, was it? I’m going to have one of the nice officers by the entrance put some cuffs on you so we can talk down at the station later. Now, why don’t you go get dressed?” said Nick calmly. Mark’s dark eyes were blazing with anger, but he didn’t want to mess with the police. He did as he was told. As he passed behind Nick, his eyes locked onto Greg.

“Sanders? What the fuck are you doing here? Last I saw you, you were crying buckets after I dumped your scrawny ass!” Mark shouted.

Greg was shellshocked. He had really hoped this wouldn’t come out, here of all places. With Nick only a foot or so away from him. Nick spun around to face Greg.

“This monster’s your ex-boyfriend?” said Nick.

“Why do you think he’s my ex-boyfriend? Surprise?” said Greg, desperately trying to lighten the mood.

Mark shouted from where he was standing, “Think you’re forgetting something faggot! I dumped you not the other way around! I couldn’t handle your constant whining and bitching. You’re worse than her!” Mark pointed to Rebbecah.

“Leave him alone, man! Do you want to have even more on your record! We may not be in uniform, but we are still officers!” shouted Nick, standing in between Greg and Mark.

Mark sputtered, he was desperate to regain control of the situation, “Whatever! You’re not man enough for me anyway! Go back to your lonely nights in front of your chick flicks!”

“Not man enough for you? Not man enough for you! Bite me, Mark! I was man enough for you when I made you scream my name when I was ramming you! How’s this for being manly?” shouted Greg, spinning around and planting a passionate, heavy kiss right on Nick’s lips. As Mark was left stuttering in front of a now, laughing Rebbecah, Greg continued the kiss. Mark was dragged away and Greg pulled out of the kiss.

“Sorry, Nick. I had to shut him up.” Muttered Greg, blushing.

“Um, that’s fine. I don’t- Greg?” asked Nick.

“Yeah?”

“Mind if I return the favor a little more gently?” said Nick, gently grabbing Greg and leaning him up against the side of the pool shed. Nick initiated the kiss this time. Whereas Greg’s was hard and angry, fueled by Mark’s accusations, Nick’s was slow and loving. He’d been wanting to do this since Greg had made some stupid remark about them trading saliva. He was finally doing it for real. Nick pulled away.

“Wow. I’m speechless.” Said Greg.

“There’s a first. Now, can we talk to Rebbecah, or do you want to go fool around?" Smirked Nick.

“Let’s go talk to Rebbecah. Damn timeclock.”

Nick and Greg walked over to Rebbecah as she nursed the wounds on her shoulders. As Greg was trying his hardest not to stare at Rebbecah’s breasts, Nick cleared his throat.

“Hi. Rebbecah, right? I’m Nick Stokes and this is my, um, colleague, Greg Sanders. We’re with the crime lab. Is everything ok?” said Nick, pulling up a chair to sit next to Rebbecah and trying not to wince when his bare behind touched the hot plastic.

“Yeah, I’m fine. And call me Becca, please. The only one who called me by my full name was Mark. You can understand why I want to forget him.” Said Becca, brushing a few strands of blonde hair away from her eyes.

Greg sat down. “I’m sorry you had to see that. I needed to shut Mark up, I know how he can be.”

Becca smiled. “If you want to shut him up again, feel free. I won’t complain.”

Nick blushed and tried to continue with the interview. “Um, Miss, Becca, Would you happen to know anything about what happened to the man out front?”

Becca’s expression changed instantly, her smile faded and was replaced quickly with a frown, “It’s Rebbecah Wilson, but Becca’s fine. Yeah, I knew him. It’s a small community here. I think there’s only a few dozen members overall. This place is never really all that crowded. We get to know each other pretty well.”

Greg leaned forward, pulling out a tape recorder from his kit, “How well did you know the deceased, Becca?”

“Pretty well, we went to high school together. His name’s Derek Walcott, but I’m sure you guys will be able to find that out soon enough. He was nice, we hung out all the time. We had the same taste in food. We liked the same movies. He was a great guy.” Becca sniffed, wishing she could find a tissue.

Seemingly from nowhere, Nick pulled a travel pack of Kleenex from his kit and handed them to Becca, “So you two were close?”

Becca smiled, “Yeah. You could say that. We started going out in our Junior year of high school. I told him about this place and how Mark and I were planning to join and he was all for it. So we took him up here a few weeks ago and he fell in love with the place.”

“What about earlier today? Besides Mark, did you hear anything out of the ordinary? Any signs of a fight?” asked Greg.

“No, Mark’s the kind of guy that demands your whole attention. He doesn’t like being forgotten. A few hours ago, I thought I heard a loud crash from out on the porch, but I didn’t get a chance to focus too much on it, Mark was being .. Mark.” Replied Becca.

“Thanks, Becca. You’ve been a big help. If you have anything else you need to tell us, feel free to contact us,” said Greg, producing a business card and handing it to her, “And I’m sorry for Mark. I honestly thought he would’ve changed after I broke up with him…”

“Don’t worry about it. Maybe being dumped by a hot guy and a hot blonde like myself will teach him a lesson.” Smiled Becca.

Greg returned the smile and pried himself off the chair, as did Nick. They were finished collecting evidence so Greg pulled Nick to the side, giving them as much seclusion as was available.

“So, about what happened back there…” started Greg.

“What about it?” asked Nick.

“We can’t deny what happened. All these years I’ve been dropping hints, could you not see I was trying to hit on you? How many other guys would have let you feel up their chests as much as I did? Did you ever wonder why I never moved out of your way when I was still in DNA?” demanded Greg, his voice gentle, but forceful.

“Greg, I don’t think now’s the time. We are naked.” Said Nick, quietly.

“That’s not gonna stop me, Stokes. There’s something I need to say and I’ve been waiting eight freakin years to say it!”

“Greg, I love you!” shouted Nick.

The ride back to the lab was annoyingly quiet. Nick had managed to make Greg speechless twice in one day and the skinny former lab tech was silent the entire ride back to the crime lab. As soon as they walked in the door, Nick hurried to the Autopsy Room. Greg struggled to keep up.

"Nick, slow down! We need to talk!” shouted Greg.

Nick finally stopped and turned around to face Greg.”What’s there to talk about? I made a complete ass of myself out there. If anything, your silence on the ride back proved it.”

Greg was stunned. “Nick, if anything that’s the exact opposite of how I feel. I need to tell you something and I’m not waiting any longer. Eight years is enough. I never thought I’d tell you outside a room full of dead bodies, but ... Nick Stokes, I love you.”

Nick’s eyes started to water, “Do you mean it, G?”

“I wouldn’t lie about something like this. Now kiss me you fool! Man, I always wanted to say that.” Greg said, pulling Nick into a quick passionate kiss.

“G, not now. Doc Robbins could hear.” Muttered Nick.

“I believe that’s my cue.” Came Doc Robbins’ voice from the doorway. He was smiling.

“How – how much did you hear?” stammered Nick.

“I came out at about ‘kiss me you fool’. Don’t worry boys, your secret’s safe with me. Besides, who am I going to tell? I’m around John and Jane Does all day. C’mon in. I finished the autopsy on your Derek Walcott.” Said Doc Robbins, leading the boys through the swinging doors of the Autopsy Room. Greg was grinning from ear to ear.

“Oh and, boys?” asked the coroner.

“Yeah, Doc?” replied Greg.

“It’s about damn time you two hooked up.”

“There’s a pool, isn’t there?” asked Nick nervously.

“Yes, but you didn’t hear it from me. If you boys could hold out going public for a few more weeks I’ll be able to buy my wife those new pumps she’s been eyeing.”

“Doc, we’re not exactly an item yet, I mean we-“ started Nick

“You keep our secret and we have a deal.” Finished Greg “Now, what can you tell us about Mr. Walcott?”

The coroner lead them over to the body, already sliced open, an x-ray of his head was displayed on a nearby computer screen. Doctor Robbins leaned his ever-present crutch against the autopsy table.

“Fairly standard autopsy actually. Kind of refreshing nowadays, if you ask me. Stomach contents included what I can only assume was standard fare at the nudist colony. Delivery Pizza and beer. I sent a sample to Tox to see if there was anything in there other than bad cheese.” Started Doc Robbins.

“COD?” asked Nick.

“Blunt force trauma, if you can believe it.” Doc Robbins pointed to the X-Ray showing a crack in the cranium and minor neck fractures. “Given the environment he was in, I would have been surprised if it was anything else. A gunshot wound would require the gun to be hidden somehow by the killer. With blunt force trauma, it’s easier to write it off as an accident.”

“Was it an accident?” asked Greg.

“No, not by a long shot. Mr.Walcott here was hit hard by something big.” Said Doc Robbins before turning the body over to indicate a large bruise on the back of the deceased’s head. “See the bruise? I can’t tell you exactly what killed him, but it was something cylindrical. Probably a rolling pin or a bat. Either way, the force of the hit caused his neck to snap, killing him instantly. If there were sports facilities at your nudist camp, chances are he was killed by a member.”

“Thanks Doc, you’ve been a big help.” Said Greg.

“No problem, guys. Oh and Greg?”

“Yeah?”

“Go easy on this one. I’ve grown to like Nick over the years.”

Greg smiled in response and lead a very confused Nick out the door.

Later that shift, Nick and Greg were sitting in the break room alone discussing the case.

“Doc Robbins said he was hit with something cylindrical, right?” asked Nick.

“Yeah, but Nick -?” started Greg.

“And we’d have to go back to the nudist camp to investigate
the sports area. Tennis courts, basketball courts, tool sheds,
stuff like that.”

“Right. Nick?”

“We’d need a few more suspects too, really. We only have Becca and Mark. As much as I’d like to pin Derek Walcott’s death on Mark, we can’t jump to conclusions, right?”

“Of course, but Nick?”

“There’s always Derek’s history. We could track down any ex-girlfriends he had, maybe some of them had something against him. A bad breakup, crap like that. You know sometimes it’s not –“

“Nick!” Greg yelled.

“What, G, what?” shouted Nick.

“Are we ever going to talk about what happened at the nudist camp?” asked Greg.

“Do we have to?”

“It would probably help, yes. Let me start off. You have to know I’ve been lusting after you ever since I started working here. You’ve been my idol. You were the reason why I wanted to go into the field. I may have told everyone I thought the lab was getting boring, but the real reason was that I wanted to be with you. Only you. There’s no one else in this world that I want to be with more than you, Nick. You need to know that. I know you only recently came out of the closet and all, but Nick Stokes I love you and I want to be loved by you. I know I’m rambling so feel free to stop me from embarrassing myself.”

Nick blushed. He didn’t know where to start. “All my life, I’ve been telling myself the way I thought about guys was wrong. It was a sin. But I can’t lie to myself. But I also can’t be this way. It’s wrong. It’s unnatural.”

Greg leaned forward, feeling daring enough to place his hand over Nick’s. He was both shocked and pleased when Nick didn’t pull his hand away. “Nick, there’s nothing unnatural about you. I just told you how I felt, and I can guarantee that everyone else in this building feels the same way. Where you stick your dick doesn’t change who you are. I can go out into the lab and take a random polling of the lab rats and they’d all say the same thing: they worship you. Just like I did. Now, I want you to say something to me. Answer a question for me. Honestly. Can you do that?”

Nick choked out a yes.

“What do you find most attractive about men?”

“Honesty.”

“That was a lame answer. Physically, what draws you to someone?”

Nick blushed, “Their eyes. You can tell a lot about someone by their eyes.”

Greg leaned forward, closer to Nick. “So look in my eyes, Nick. What do you see in them?”

Nick looked in Greg’s eyes, closer than he ever had in the several years they’d known each other. What Nick saw, was something he couldn’t quite put into words, but was something he’d look back at years from now, and be happy about. Nick saw happiness. He saw love.

~~~~

Nick couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed Greg by the hands and pulled him down the hall. He didn’t care who saw him. If he had been paying attention, he would’ve seen Hodges regretfully press a twenty dollar bill into Archie’s hands. He might have noticed Bobby Dawson smiling as he fished for a bullet. He would have noticed Mandy giggling as she saw the two running down the hall to the broom closet.

Nick reached the door and threw in open tossing Greg inside.

“Nick! What the fuck was that for?” Greg yelled.

“Shut up, Sanders.” Nick growled, pinning Greg’s arms to the grimy walls of the closet. Years of pent up desire poured out of Nick and he directed his hungry lips onto Greg’s waiting mouth. Their tongues darted around each other. Nick removed his hands from Greg’s wrists and wrapped them around Greg’s shoulders. Greg was moving his hands down the center of Nick’s back, delighting in the sensual moans escaping the Texan’s mouth. Greg moved his hands to Nick’s ass, but was stopped before he could reach his goal.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Greg?” growled Nick.

“I – I thought this is what you wanted. I mean, you dragged me in here and –“ stammered Greg.

“Not that. Undo my pants.”

Nick turned around, his back to the wall and Greg slid down to his knees, undoing the button on Nick’s jeans. As the pants fell to the floor, Greg was face to face with irrefutable proof of Nick’s feelings for him. Greg looked up to Nick with a pleading look in his eyes and Nick nodded. Greg slowly slid the tight, black boxer-briefs to the ground, gasping when he saw Nick’s fully enlarged anatomy.

“Good Lord you’re beautiful.” Greg breathed.

“Get your mouth on my dick and put those amazing lips of yours to use Greg.” Growled Nick, his voice deep and guttural.

Greg was more than happy to oblige, slowly licking the length and circling the circumference of the head of Nick’s dick. Nick let out a series of moans as Greg slid his moistened lips over Nick’s length, fully enjoying everything he was feeling. Nick was as well, moans of “so good, G.” “So close, man. So close.” Escaping his lips. As Greg increased his pace, Nick thrusted into Greg’s mouth.

“Oh, God Greg! Oh, God, yes! Oh, God! Catherine?”

“Catherine? I’ll admit, I may not have the best pecs in the world, but Catherine?” said Greg.

“Well, by the looks of things I missed out on all the fun. Greg can you move Nick’s underwear, I need some paper towels.” Said Catherine, a huge grin on her face.

Nick and Greg shot panicked looks at each other as Catherine grabbed her paper towels and left. They dressed quickly and darted out the door. Nick managed to catch up to Catherine first.

“Catherine! Wait! I can explain!” shouted Nick.

“What’s there to explain, Nicky? Greg tripped and his mouth landed on your dick?” she laughed.

Greg finally caught up. “Catherine, wait. You have to understand.”

“Oh, I understand boys, really.” She smiled. “Honestly, it’s about damn time you two hooked up. Just go easy on Nick, ok?”

“Of course. You don’t mind?” asked Greg.

“Why the hell would I mind? Greg, sweetie, I’m the last person to care who you sleep with. Although you two didn’t seem to be sleeping, really.” Said Catherine.

Nick finally spoke up. “Catherine, you have to promise not to spread this around the lab. I’m not out yet and if anyone found out-“started Nick.

“Mum’s the word, Nick. But really, I’m glad you two are finally boyfriends. Greg can stop staring at you over the microscope.”

“You noticed?” blurted Greg as Nick spat out “We’re not boyfriends”

“We’re not?” responded Greg.

“Well – I – I mean we just – Is that something you’d want, Greg?” stammered Nick.

“Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!” shouted Greg.

“Really? You wouldn’t mind goin’ steady with me even though I’ve only beeen gay for a few hours?” asked Nick, blushing.

“Nick, you’ve been gay your whole life. You’re just admitting it now. Yes, of course!” said Greg, melting at the sight of Nick’s expectant brown eyes.

“Now’s the time you take him in your arms and kiss him, Nick.” Said Catherine.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Listen to the woman, Nickolas". Smirked Greg.

Nick wrapped his arms around Greg and bent Greg over in a dance-like dip move. Greg swooned as Nick locked his lips over the younger man’s. The kiss was short and passionate and Greg was left breathless.

“Wow.”

“Now that’s hot.” Said Catherine before walking off.

~~~~

A few days had passed since Catherine had stumbled in on the guys in the broom closet and now, the new boyfriends walked across the entrance to Desert Sunset Naturism Camp hand in hand. Nick had come a long way in only a few days and was now so comfortable with himself that he didn’t care who saw him. Having Greg by his side and being in a very liberal area helped his as well. There were only a few members of the camp on the premises at this hour, and the two had the place mostly to themselves. They were, of course, naked, save for their badges and equipment. Nick was much more comfortable in his own skin this time around and wasn’t trying to cover his genitals with his badge anymore. He wasn’t paying much attention anyway as his eyes were stuck on Greg’s rear end in front of him as the duo walked to the sports area of the camp’s property.

I can’t believe I have a boyfriend. thought Nick as Greg leaned over to scan the grass around the supply shed. I can’t believe Greg is my boyfriend. I’ve been thinking about doing so many things to him over the years. But he’s Greggo. My friend. But at the same time, I can’t deny myself the thoughts that are running through my mind as he – Oh God look at him! How can he play with his junk so innocently and not know what he’s doing to me?

Greg walked up to the entrance of the supply shed and pulled the bottom of the lock down. “Hmm. Unlocked. That’s sure convenient. We should dust this for prints and ask the management who has access to the keys. That might give us another lead. Maybe it was the grizzly old groundskeeper. Personally I’ve always thought of myself as a Shaggy/ Velma mix, but I like to think I have some of Daphne’s awesome curves. You’re definitely Fred though. Wait. You probably have an ascot, don’t you?” Greg said, trying to read the blank expression on Nick’s face. “It’s ok, you can come in with me. I’m not going to sodomize you with a tennis racket or anything. I wouldn’t want you to get jealous.”

Nick finally snapped out of his trance. “Oh? Is that the case, Sanders? If you ever want to see Lil’ Nicky outside of this place again, you’ll play nice.”

“Good, you’re still alive. I thought I had hypnotized you with my glorious ass.” Laughed Greg.

“Oh, don’t dangle that in front of me. You know I can’t help myself when your ass is on the line.” Said Nick.

Greg smacked his ass in response and walked into the dark shed. “Um, please tell me you have a flashlight stored in your coinslot or something Nick cause this place really is just waiting for Scooby and the gang to show up.” He said nervously.

“Relax, babe. I’ve got you.” Nick said in a quiet voice. Exactly the voice he knew Greg couldn’t resist.

“Hearing you by my side, makes me feel like I can face the world.” Said Greg, turning around to face his new boyfriend.

Nick pulled a flashlight out of his kit and turned it on. “See, nothing in here but dust and deflated dodgeballs. Although the thought of dodgeball at a nudist camp just screams ‘lawsuit’.”

“Waitasec, Tex. Flash the beam over in that corner.” Greg pointed. “See that?”

Nick pointed the beam as instructed and the light bounced off the dark, reflective surface of an aluminum baseball bat. “Good find, G.” said Nick as he and Greg walked over to the bat. Shining the light along the shaft of the bat, Nick’s eyes locked onto a dark red splotch with a few dark hairs stuck in the mess. “You see that, babe?”

“Yeah. You think it’s Derek Walcott’s?” asked Greg, kneeling down to take pictures and bag the evidence.

“We’ll take it back to Wendy and see what she says. Now c’mon. We need to drop that off at the lab and get out of here. I’ve been dying to make out with you since I saw you slip out of those damn Spongebob boxers.” Said Nick, pulling Greg in for a quick kiss.

“Want to explore my pineapple under the sea? Will you be the Patrick to my Spongebob?” joked Greg as the two walked out of the shed, evidence in hand.

“Oh please, I am way more Spongebob than you!” said Nick.

“I don’t know, you could be a very convincing Patrick…” started Greg, leading Nick back to their Denali.

Nick and Greg stood facing Wendy in DNA. They were waiting on the results on the test she said she’d run on the hair they had collected from the shed’s baseball bat.

“Almost done, guys. I don’t know if you’ve heard, but I’m studying to take the tests to become a CSI. You guys have any advice?” asked Wendy.

Nick laughed. “Hodges getting on your nerves?”

“Not exactly. I mean, kind of. He gets on everyone’s nerves you know? I know you can relate, Greg, but sometimes I get cabin fever in here. Place sample on slide. Place sample into test tube. Press button. Wait. You know? It’s so repetitive. I need a little excitement. Was the transition all that hard, Greg” Asked Wendy.

“At first, yeah. Sometimes I’ll admit, I want to be back in the comfort of the lab. I mean, sometimes I like seeing the DNA when it’s not oozing out of the body. Getting the shit beaten out of me didn’t help either, but I’m dealing with it. I’m at a point in my life when I know I have people there for me and, if you do become a CSI, you’ll have a unique benefit no one else had.” Said Greg.

“What’s that?” asked Wendy.

“Me. I went from DNA to the field too. Granted we’re not the same person, but we have similar backgrounds. And you know I’ll always be there for you. Here or out in the field.” Said Greg.

“Thanks. Oh, your results are done.” Said Wendy, smiling and pulling the piece of paper out from the printer tray. “The hair is a match to your vic Derek Walcott. Maybe I can help. Do you guys have any motives? Who’d want to off this guy?”

“That’s just the thing, we don’t know. It’s a small group of people at the Nudist Camp, everyone knows everyone else. We know a woman by the name of Rebbecah Wilson was friends with him, but she had an ex-boyfriend a Mark..” started Nick.

“Jacobs. Mark has a bit of a temper, so I wouldn’t put it past him to beat the shit out of someone like Derek.” Finished Greg.

“Do you know anything about Derek Walcott’s past other than his relationship with Rebbecah Wilson?” asked Wendy.

“Not really.” Said Nick.

“When you have his DNA, it can’t be that hard to get his address, right?” said Wendy.

“No, not really.” Said Nick

“So, maybe you could track down his last known address and see who he knew. Maybe someone had a grudge against him. Maybe Derek was a dick in life, you know?” suggested Wendy.

“That’s a good idea, Wendy. You really will make a good CSI.” Said Nick, smiling as he and Greg left to find Derek Walcott’s last known address.

~~~~

All it had taken was a quick call to Brass to get Derek Walcott’s address. It turned out he was a senior at UNLV and spent his last semester working as an RA in one of the busier dorms on campus. Nick and Greg pulled up to the dorm building and parked the Denali.

Stepping out of the Denali, Greg looked at Nick and smiled. “So, let me guess, in college you were the jock BMOC who could get his pick of the busty blonde cheerleaders?” he asked.

“Yeah, but none of them rocked my world like you can, babe.” Said Nick, smacking Greg on the ass as his boyfriend crossed in front of him.

Greg smiled “Good answer, Tex. You know, looking back, I think I really could’ve gotten more out of my college education.”

“More ass, you mean.” Said Nick, holding the door open for his boyfriend.

“Such a gentleman. Of course. I spent so much time studying to make sure I kept my scholarship that all the women that threw themselves at me gave up.” Said Greg.

“’All the women’ huh? Why do I not believe that?” joked Nick.

“’Cause you haven’t been with me long enough. Come on, it took eight freakin years for us to finally do the horizontal mambo. It may not be the case now, but I was quite the catch in college. Admit it, I’m irresistible.” Greg winked at Nick before rounding a corner.

“Not a chance. If I do, then I’ll never hear the end of it. Where are we going anyway? You seem so familiar with this place.” Asked Nick.

“My ex before Mark went to school here. A really hot brunette named Stacy. The things that girl could do.” Started Greg.

“Mm hmm. Keep talkin’ and you’ll never see what I can do again.”

“Oh, ouch. She’s an ex, Nick. No need to worry. I’ve had a run of bad luck with exes lately. You met Mark. You could see why I wanted to take my time with you. Mark and I rushed into things. I don’t want to do that with you.” Said Greg, turning around to face Nick.

“And why’s that?”

“Because you mean too much to me. You’re my hero and my best friend and now so much more. You’re such an amazing person and I’d be an idiot to screw that up. Ah. We’re here.” Said Greg.

“Awesome. Now where’s ‘here’?”

“The new RA’s room. I had Brass do a background check on her and she was one of Derek Walcott’s old girlfriends. Chances are she can tell us about him.” Said Greg knocking on the door.

Inside the dorm room, a tall, strongly built blonde was combing her hair one handed. Her other hand was holding her cell phone to her ear.

“I know, Cassie! I know! Look, I know Jake can be a bit of a handful at times, but you just need to know how to work him. Take him out to eat. The last time we went out to eat, his brother ended up ruining the whole thing.” Said the girl, putting down the brush when she heard the knock. Still on the phone, she opened the door. “Can I help you guys?”

“LVPD. I’m Nick Stokes, I’m with the crime lab. Could you put the phone down ma’am?” asked Nick.

“I gotta go, Cassie, the cops are here. Be good to my cousin, will ya?” said the girl as she hung up her phone.

“Rachel Berenson? I’m Greg Sanders, we’d like to ask you a few questions.” Said Greg.

“What about?” asked Rachel.

“Would you happen to know someone by the name of Derek Walcott?” asked Nick.

“Yeah. What’d he do?”

“Nothing. He’s dead.” Replied Greg.

Rachel’s face was blank. “Wow. I hadn’t seen him for months. We used to go out, not for long though. My last boyfriend, Tobias had moved away and I was lonely. I think we just kind of fell into each other, you know. I mean sometimes, you just find the person you’re meant to be with when you least expect it, you know?” said Rachel, leading Nick and Greg into her room. Rachel sat down hard on her bed.

“I know exactly what you mean,” said Nick, stealing a glance at Greg. “Did you happen to know about his trips to the Desert Sunset Naturism Camp?”

“The Nudist Colony over in Henderson?”

Nick nodded.

“Yeah, I knew. I’m no prude or anything, but something about willingly running around outside in your birthday suit kinda rubs me the wrong way, you know?”

“Was your break up mutual?” asked Greg.

“That’s the thing, we didn’t break up. He told me he was going to visit family in California. I have family there too, my parents loved him. I was expecting him back in a few weeks.”

“Do you know of anyone who might have had a grudge against him?” asked Greg.

“No, not really. I mean he was an RA, we’re not exactly universally liked. But he seemed to get along well enough with everyone here. I know he had some exes at that Nudist Camp. He was bisexual, I think everyone at that camp is, they’ve all had sex with each other. Way too incestuous for me. Don’t get me wrong, there are some hot girls out there, but I just couldn’t do it. Maybe the big answer is at the nudist colony.” Said Rachel.

“Thanks Miss Berenson, you’ve been a big help. If you think of anything else, just give this number a call.” Said Nick handing Rachel his card.

Nick and Greg said their goodbyes and left the building as they pulled out of the parking lot, Greg leaned over and pecked Nick on the cheek.

“You know, if I wasn’t 100% sure you were a Streisand singing gay boy, I’d be a little worried about how you and Rachel seemed to be hitting it off.” Joked Greg.

“And here I was thinking I had my headphones on.” Replied Nick.

“Holy shit, I was right? You really are gay, aren’t you, Stokes?”

“What, my habit of ramming you wasn’t a clue enough?”

“Should’ve been a hint, now that I think about it. So, it looks like we’re back to the Nekkid Camp.” Said Greg. He patted his stomach and looked up at Nick. “Crap, I should start working out if I’m going to be parading my scrawny butt around Desert Sunset again.”

“Don’t you dare change a thing, you’re perfect as you are. Now, hang tight, we’re grabbing some In & Out before we head back to the lab.” Said Nick, taking a turn at the traffic light.

“Wow, flattery and fast food. You really know how to treat a girl, Mr. Stokes.”

~~~~

When the boys pulled into the lab and started their walk through the hall, they were stopped by a very panicked looking Toxicologist.

“Hey, Henry. You got anything good for us?” asked Nick.

“Boy do I! I just got the blood work back from your nudist. Turns out the massive blow to the head was the least of his problems.” Said Henry, shuffling a clipboard and leading Nick and Greg into the Toxicology Lab. Henry opened up a manila folder and pointed to readout. “Derek Walcott had elevated levels of Ketamine. Horse tranquilizer. Enough to down a fully enraged stallion.”

“Stallion tranquilizer? I saw the guy’s junk, it wasn’t anything to brag about.” Said Greg, getting a closer look at the readout.

“With this much in his system he would’ve been down before the bat even hit his head.” Said Henry.

“So which came first, the chicken or the egg?” asked Nick.

Henry blinked, confused. Nick patted him on the shoulder and left the lab with Greg.

“So, who at Desert Sunset had access to a crapload of horse tranquilizer?” asked Greg.

Nick opened up a file and aimlessly flipped to the page about Desert Sun. “Well, would you look at that. Guess who works at the Equestrian Facility at Desert Sun?”

“A Nudist colony with horseback riding? Ouch.” Said Greg, cringing.

“Do you have to play this hick music?” complained Greg, reaching for the Denali’s radio. He and Nick were on their way back to Desert Sunset Nudist Colony. They had a new lead to follow.

"Yes, I do. Now, if you touch that radio again, you won’t see my wiener again until you’re 40.” Said Nick.

“Your ‘wiener’? Nick, you’re a grown-ass man. You can say it.” Greg smiled and raised his voice. “Cock! Dick! Penis! Wang! One Eyed Wonder Wand! Baby Factory! Johnson!”

“Greg?”

“Yes, shnookums?” Greg batted his eyelashes.

“Shut up.”

“We’re here anyway. C’mon, Cowboy get nekkid!”

The duo stepped out of the Denali and walked over to the entrance. Right by the door were a series of lockers for visitors and patrons to leave their clothes. Greg seemed to undress in record time. He wanted to sit back and enjoy the view.

“Yeah, baby. Take it all off!” he hooted.

Nick glared at Greg as he unbuckled his belt. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Very much so. Are those new boxers? I haven’t seen those yet.”

“Yes, because I feel the need to take you underwear shopping.”

“You should. Boxers are just so … straight. You need to invest in boxer-briefs. Become a big boy. Speaking of which…” started Greg, momentarily distracted as Nick removed his boxers.

“Good. You finally shut up. Let’s head over to the Equestrian Center.” Said Nick, smirking as Greg stood slack-jawed.

Greg snapped out of his trance, grabbed his kit and followed Nick. “So, you have to have named it.”

“Named what?”

“Your dick.” When Nick responded by cocking an eyebrow, Greg sighed dramatically. “Come on, Nick. You used to be a frat boy. I know all those frats are about beer and circle jerks.”

“Not in my fraternity.”

“That’s no fun. So what’s his name?”

“You’ll laugh.”

“Nick, you’re talking to the guy who used to stick pencils in his nose and wear latex gloves on his head when he got bored.”

“’Little Nicky’” Nick said, blushing.

“That’s so cute.” Greg said, seeing Nick blush even redder.

“It’s not what you think. I loved that Adam Sandler movie Little Nicky when it came out and my name being Nick, it all just seemed to fit.”

“So you named your dick after an Adam Sandler movie?” Greg asked.

“Yeah.” Replied Nick.

“Why didn’t you pick Big Daddy?” asked Greg. Nick smacked him on the shoulder. Greg screamed. “Dammit, Nick! I have a sunburn there!”

“Karma’s a bitch, ain’t it? So, I told you about Little Nicky, what’s yours called?” asked Nick, grinning.

“My what?” Greg smiled.

“You’re gonna make me say it aren’t you?”

“Yup.”

“What’s your dick named, Greg?”

“His name’s Marilyn.” Said Greg, seeing Nick’s face, he continued. “Marilyn as in Marilyn Manson. I did not name my dick after a woman. Although, all things considered, that may actually be kinda hot.”

“Hey guys! Nice to see you here again. Nick and Greg right?” came a peppy sounding female voice, their lead.

“Oh, hi, Rebbecah. Nice to see you again.” Said Nick.

The young blonde was dressed this time, but in a tied off gingham shirt and a pair of shorts just large enough to meet the legal definition for clothing.

“You know, I think she’s actually less dressed now than when we met her.” Greg said in an undertone to Nick.

“How come you’re dressed? This is a Nudist Camp, right?” asked Greg.

“Yeah, but this is the one place on site where clothing’s required. A couple of guys said they’d sue after they had to ride a horse bareback. Although they said it in a lovely soprano.” Laughed Rebeccah. “How can I help you boys?”

“We’d like to talk about the death of Derek Walcott. Would you mind coming down to the station with us?” asked Nick.

“I’m not under arrest am I? I won’t get off for another few hours, the horses can’t run loose.” Said Rebbecah, nervous.

“No, you’re not under arrest, we just need to talk. Here’s the address. Please come down to the station as soon as you can.” Said Nick, trying to charm her as much as he could and handing her a card. I may be gay, but I can still sweet talk a girl if need be. thought Nick.

“Thanks, Becca. We’ll be in touch.” Said Greg, before turning to leave. Nick followed suit.

“So why didn’t we arrest her?” asked Greg when they were safely out of earshot. “You don’t think she’s a flight risk?”

“After the charm I laid on her, she won’t go anywhere.” Said Nick, smugly.

“I thought I noticed something. I could never last under that charm.”

“Oh yeah? What about this? You know, babe, the way the sun hits your face makes you look like the most beautiful thing in the world. You’re so beautiful you’re practically glowing.” Said Nick, trying to make his voice as seductive as possible.

“Woah. I think I’m actually swooning over here. I am at your every beck and call.” Said Greg, out of breath.

“Good. Now kiss me. Right here in the middle of the Nudist Camp for everyone to see. Make it a good kiss too.” Said Nick.

"Yes sir!” replied Greg, grabbing Nick and locking lips. Their lips danced as Greg shot his tongue into Nick’s mouth and met Nick’s. The kiss was heavy, heated, passionate. It was lusty and erotic.

Greg looked down at his and Nick’s crotches.

“Looks like Marilyn and Little Nicky want to play.”

“Race ya to the back seat.”

Nick and Greg were sitting in the lab’s break room, reviewing the case. The table was littered with files and, because Greg insisted, a stereo sat at the far edge of the table. It was currently playing an instrumental soundtrack so the boys could think.

“So what do we know about the case?” asked Nick, fanning out the pieces of paper the various folders contained.

Greg reached over the table, his shirt riding up revealing the waistband of his boxer-briefs. Nick bit his lips. As Greg sat back down, he glanced over at Nick. “Were you checking out my ass, Stokes?”

Nick smirked. “Guilty as charged. What’s my penalty?”

Greg grinned evilly. “You’ll find out when we get home. As for now, I’ll just force you to kiss me right here.”

“That’s a punishment?” asked Nick, leaning over in his chair and kissing Greg sweetly on the lips.

“Mmm. You taste like hamburger. Now, the victim was 26 year old Derek Walcott. He worked in Public Relations at the Harkness, Harper and Jones Advertising Firm. He kept his work life and private life separate.” Read Greg.

“So no one at Harkness, Harper and Jones knew about his membership at Desert Sunset Nudist Colony?” asked Nick.

“Nope. The background check was pretty standard. Good grades in high school and college. Vegas local. This is interesting.”

“What?”

“In college he was the founder of the campus’s Gay Straight Alliance. And in his adult life, he campaigned to allow benefits for same-sex couples in his firm.”

“So you think he may have had relationships with someone at Desert Sunset?” asked Nick.

“I’d bet my hamster’s virginity on it.”

“You don’t have a hamster.”

“I know, but if I did, I’d make sure the poor little guy got some fluffy hamster action.”

“You’re sick, Greg. You know that?”

“Yup. But, admit it: you love it.” Greg winked.

“One of the many things about you that I love most.” Replied Nick. “Now, what about the suspects and witnesses.?”

“There’s Mark Jacobs and Rebbecah Wilson. Mark used to work at a high end clothing store. Don’t know which one, don’t care. Rebbecah works at Desert Sunset. In the Equestrian Center.”

“And Derek Walcott was both poisoned by horse tranquilizer and bashed over the head with a baseball bat.”

“Right and – “ started Greg. He was interrupted by his phone ringing. It was Brass calling from the police department. Rebbecah was there, waiting for them.

“Looks like I may have this case solved, Freddy.” Said Greg, miming fixing a pair of glasses.

“Jinkies!”

~~~~

Brass met Nick and Greg outside the door to the interrogation room.

“Hey guys. Your Little Miss Sunshine is here. Nice of her to dress conservatively.” Said Brass, peeking in through the door. Rebbecah was wearing a simple jeans and t-shirt outfit, but the jeans were still a few sizes too small for her body.

“That’s conservative?” asked Greg.

“It’s conservative as hell for a nudist. I don’t want to imagine the look on my officers face if she was sitting in there naked. That and those chairs are made of steel. Cold as hell.” Said Brass. “Just one thing. I need to go in there with you. So it’s me and just one of you two. So, who is it?”

Nick and Greg looked at each other, their glances saying more than words would accomplish. Nick eventually stepped forward. “I’ll do it. Meet you in there, Jim?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be in in a bit. I just need to grab a cup of water.” Said Brass before turning around to leave. Before he reached the end of the hall, he turned around and saw Greg looking around quickly before pecking Nick on the cheek and mouthing what seemed to be Good luck.

I knew it! thought Brass. This really is jucier than Grissom and Lady Heather. Bout time they hooked up though.

~~~~

Nick calmly walked into the interrogation room and sat down.

“So, I see you found the place alright. How’re you feeling? Do you want a glass of water?” asked Nick, laying on as much charm as he could.

“No thanks Officer Stokes, I’m fine.” Said Beccah, staring at her shoes.

“Please. Call me Nick. Do you know why I wanted to see you?”

“You can’t resist a cute blonde?” asked Beccah, looking up at Nick.

Nick didn’t respond.

“You know you can’t resist me. No man can.” Said Beccah, seductively.

“Nice try, Beccah. I’m gay and dating one of the best men in the world. No matter how hard you try, you can’t switch me.” Said Nick, smiling.

Beccah’s entire mood changed in an instant. Her voice was suddenly laced with something dark. “No man can resist me, Nick. Gay, straight, bisexual, whatever-sexual! Men want sex, it doesn’t matter where they stick it!”

“So how did you know Derek Walcott again?” asked Nick.

“We went out.”

“That’s it? You ‘went out’? Back at Desert Sunset, you made it sound like there was more to the relationship.”

“Am I a suspect, Nick?”

“You’re a ‘person of interest’. Answer my question, Rebecca.”

“Fine. I wouldn’t be so helpful if you didn’t have those damn, convincing eyes. Yes, there was more to mine and Derek’s relationship. We dated for a while. We had a lot in common. Same tastes in movies, food, politics, men. We saw Pirates of the Caribbean together. The first one, the only good one. We missed out on most of the plot because I was staring at Orlando Bloom and he was staring at Johnny Depp. When the movie let out all we did was talk about how hot they were.”

Nick nodded. “They’re not my type. Go on.”

“After a few months it started getting serious. At least that’s what I thought.”

“What do you mean?”

“We had hit a rough patch. We weren’t talking as much as I would’ve liked, so I invited him to join Desert Sunset with me figuring it would bring us closer together.”

“And that didn’t work?”

Rebbecah laughed bitterly. “I never saw him! He was always at this barbeque or that tennis tournament on the camp’s grounds that he was always exhausted when we got ready to leave. But that wasn’t the worst part.”

“What was? You know you can tell me, Becca.” Said Nick, gently.

“He resisted me.” She said simply.

“What do you mean, Becca?” asked Nick.

“What do you think, Cowboy? He. Resisted. Me! I came on to him as obviously as I could, but at every turn he refused! No man resists me! None! I broke up with him on the spot and fell into Mark.”

“So what happened on the day Derek Walcott died?”

“Mark and I were by the pool. I had just gotten off shift and Mark was in the pool house getting us some food. He took a while coming out from inside and when he did, Derek was right behind him.”

“So, why would that be a problem?”

“Derek has his hand on Mark’s ass! The way Mark was acting was nothing like how he acted with me! Derek and I got in a fight and wound up in the front entryway. He could resist me but not Mark?” she shouted. Becca jumped out of her chair and leaned closer to Nick. Nick didn’t budge. “So I killed him. I had some horse tranquilizer in my locker, got it out and killed him!”

“What about the bat, Rebbecah!” shouted Nick standing up and glaring at the blonde.

“Oh, the bat was just to make sure he was good and dead. And you know what? I’d do it again. No man should ever be able to resist me.”

With that, the officer standing in the corner came over and placed the handcuffs on Rebbecah’s wrists. As the officer was leading her out the door, Brass was coming in.

“Aw, and here I am missing all the fun. That was some good water though. She confess?” asked Brass.

“Yeah. Read her her rights Jim. I need to get out of here.” Nick left and met up with Greg down the hall. He was sitting down on a nearby bench, a cup of coffee in his hand. Greg placed the coffee down and stood up to look at Nick.

“I saw your interrogation. Seeing you grill suspects gets me so horny. What’s say We let Marilyn and Little Nicky play with each other in the backseat of my car?” said Greg, pulling Nick in close.

“We really need to get back to the lab and –“ started Nick.

“I’m not taking no for an answer, Stokes.” Breathed Greg heavily, pulling Nick by the sleeve of his shirt to the exit.

Epilogue

“Are you sure you’re ready to do this Nick? I mean, this is a really big step.” Said Greg, sitting down at the table in the break room.

“I am. I need to do this. It’s time we go public. Everyone pretty much knows about us anyway. At least Cath and Doc Robbins do.” Said Nick. “You want to go round up the lab rats, I’ll go get the CSIs and the coroners?”

“Sure thing. I can’t wait to see the look on Bobby’s face when he finds out. He’s had the biggest crush on you for years.” Said Greg, standing up.

“What? Bobby’s gay?” exclaimed Nick.

“You really need to bring your gaydar in for servicing, Nick. But thatnks for not making your first reaction be ‘Bobby D has a crush on me?’” said Greg, mimicking Nick’s accent.

Nick stood up. “Well, let’s face it, I’m just irresistible. You head right to the labs, I’ll head left to Grissom’s office?” asked Nick.

The boys separated and within a few minutes, a group had gathered in the break room.

Hodges looked a little angry.

“Listen, you two. I have a lot of work to catch up on. A talent like mine can’t go to waste.” Said Hodges.

“Hodges, just shut up.” Said Wendy, rolling her eyes.

“You can’t resist me, Simms. Admit it.”

“In your dreams.”

“Exactly.” Said Hodges, winking.

“Is there a reason we’re all here?” asked Warrick, leaning up against the bookcase.

“You two had better make it quick, we have to get back to work.” Said Grissom, looking up from a case file he had brought along.

“It is important. It’s actually something I’ve been meaning to say for a while now. Most of you probably already know, but it’s kind of important. You guys know I trust you all with my life and I consider you all my closest friends – “ started Nick.

“Dude, are you trying to tell us you’re gay or something?” asked Archie.

“Actually, yes. I am gay.” Said Nick. Archie looked dumbfounded.

The silence was evident. Doc Robbins and Catherine had smiles on their faces. Grissom merely nodded. Bobby’s smile was getting larger by the second and Mandy and Wendy smiled at each other before they both appeared to get lost in their own fantasies. Warrick stepped forward and shook Nick’s hand.

“I’m glad you could trust us with this Nick. I just want you to know nothing changes with us. As long as you still have my back.” He said.

“Of course, but you’re not mad or anything?” asked Nick.

“Why would I be mad? Nick, you’re my best friend. You and I have been through some intense things together and a little thing like who you like to have sex with will never change that.” Said Warrick, smiling. The rest of the people in the room echoed Warrick’s response. Nick couldn’t have been more relieved.

“So, now that that’s out of the way, is there any other reason you called us in here?” asked Grissom.

“Actually, yes.” Said Greg. “I need to come out of the closet too.”

“You too?” exclaimed Mandy. “Why are all the hot ones gay?”

“Actually, I’m bisexual, but there’s something bigger.” Greg took a breath. “Nick and I have been dating for a few months now. It’s getting pretty serious.”

This time everyone in the room smiled. Catherine reached underneath the table and pulled out a piece of posterboard. On it were the words “Nick and Greg Sex Pool”.

“So, who won?” asked Catherine.

Doc Robbins raised his hand. “Good, now I can get my wife those shoes she’s been eyeing. Pay up people!”

“So, is that all? Or does anyone else have anything else they need to say?” asked Grissom.

"Umm. I’m gay too.” Said Bobby from the corner.

“I’m bi.” Said Archie.

“I’ve fooled around with girls before, but nothing serious.” Said Wendy.

“I like to consider myself beyond simple sexual boundaries.” Said Catherine.

As everyone got up to leave, Hodges muttered to himself, “Are heterosexuals a dying breed, or did I just miss a memo?”

THE END