Title: New Day
By: Tara Keezer
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Grissom/Stokes
Crossover: CSI: Vegas/???
Warnings: Slash.
Summary: Nick sat there, stunned and unable to form a coherent thought, let alone a coherent response.
Disclaimer: Like I own any of this? Puh-leeeeeze.

Nick sat there, stunned and unable to form a coherent thought, let alone a coherent response. After a few minutes, Gil reached out a gentle hand to Nick’s face. “Are you all right?”

“I’m —” He blinked at Gil in the dim light. “Yeah. I guess. It’s just a lot to take in, you know?”

“I understand.” Gil caressed Nick’s cheek. “It’s why you’re the first person I’ve told. Ever.”

The knowledge that Gil trusted him that much was enough to break Nick out of his thoughts and back into a relatively sane state of mind. And sanity was definitely needed right around now, because sure as God made little green apples, Gil had lost his mind. The thing to do, he figured, was to humor Gil until he could get him to Dr. Kane.

Choosing his words with care, Nick asked, “So, um, why me?”

“Don’t you know, Nicky? Haven’t you figured it out by now?” Gil’s caress of Nick’s cheek turned into a caress of Nick’s chest, and it was enough to make him catch his breath. Clearly, Nick’s body didn’t give a shit about Gil’s state of mind, especially if his hand was going just a little bit further south.

In a strangled voice, he said, “Um, maybe?”

“My people don’t experience emotion the way humans do.” Nick whimpered as Gil’s hand continued into his lap. “I’m the exception to that rule — and you’re the reason for it.”

“I am?”

Gil leaned forward to kiss Nick oh so sweetly. “You are. They’re willing to accept you as a bondmate for me, but only if you undergo the transformation.”

“Transformation?” Nick gasped as the pressure of Gil’s hand increased.

“My host was only an infant when it happened, but —” Gil gave Nick another languorous kiss.

“An infant in —” Nick breathed in sharply as Gil unbuttoned his jeans. “An infant in Santa Mira, right?”

“That’s right.” Gil sucked on Nick’s lower lip for a moment and then released it with a small nip. “Anyway, because he was an infant, I don’t really remember the transformation at all, but I’m told it’s quite pleasant.”

“Pleasant?” Nick reached out blindly for Gil, suddenly desperate to feel the other man’s skin, and to hell with whether or not he was sane.

“All you have to do is fall asleep, Nicky, and the pod will take care of the rest.”

Nick blinked as he tried to respond and suddenly realized he couldn’t — couldn’t talk, couldn’t really move, couldn’t stay awake. He tried to protest, but all that came out were a few garbled noises.

“I’m sorry, Nick. I really am. I’d hoped for more time to prepare you. If I’d had it, I wouldn’t have had to drug you.” Gil lifted Nick easily and carried him from the living room. “But my people get impatient sometimes, and they’re worried that I’ve been infected by humanity.”

In the guest room, a giant pod lay on the floor next to the bed. Nick struggled weakly, but it was too little, too late.

“I haven’t been, of course. I still have my people’s best interests at heart. And if I can help them in unexpected ways? So much the better.” Gil put Nick on the bed and sat down next to him. “When you wake up, it will all be so much better. You’ll see. You won’t feel hatred or anger ever again. You won’t be plagued by nightmares of that box or of Nigel Crane. Best of all? We’ll be together.” Gil leaned down and dropped a kiss on his forehead in benediction. “Sleep, Nicky. It’s a new day tomorrow.”

Notes: If you haven’t twigged to it yet, this was a crossover with Invasion of the Body Snatchers.

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