Title: On the beach... Take 2
Author: Dee
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 991
Pairing: Gil/Nick Nick/OMC
Series: 1) On the beach
Characters: Gil Grissom and Nick Stokes
Warnings: AU and v.v.fluffy!
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: In my dreams they are like, totally mine!
Unbeta-ed: All mistakes will be mine.
A/N 1: Just another little fic I thought of today whilst sunbathing...

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Gareth was on holiday on his own.  Snatching a week's leave to get over Paul. It had taken him nearly twenty years and a lot of practising to find the 'one,' and less than two years later the dirty love rat had moved on to a new model.  Not even younger or fitter or even better looking...just filthy rich.
 
So he lay down on his stomach on his beach towel and eyed up the talent.  This place wasn't a gay resort like he was used to but he was absolutely certain, as certain as God made little apples, that he'd find himself some action, somewhere.  Because the one thing that Gareth had that was extremely well developed...was his gaydar.  He could look a guy up and down just once and...know.  And he was never wrong.
 
He slid his mirrored sunglasses into place, adjusted his budgie smugglers so his budgie wasn't squashed and surreptitiously looked around and saw him...immediately.  What about that for luck!
 
He was gorgeous.  Well-toned without being over pumped or a steroid junkie.  And would you Adam and Eve it...he was on his own.  Look at him; oh, for God's sake what a giveaway.  No het boy would have a blow–up pillow for comfort.  Gareth watched as he settled down and lay down and wriggled to get comfy and then was still.
 
Not one to let the grass grow, Gareth was up in a shot, collected his towel and his little plastic bag of essentials and sauntered over to where he lay.
 
"Hey.  I'm on my own, mind if I lie down here?"  He kicked the sand. "I don't want to get lonely."
 
"Well, no, help yourself."  The boy looked up at Gareth and his willie twitched and he was very nearly over come.  Luckily, he was holding his towel in front of him.  The budgie smugglers hid nothing from view and this one was a real looker.  Brunet with brown eyes and two rows of regular white teeth, the trademark of a yank.
 
"Never expected to speak to a yank here.  You on holiday?"
 
"Yeah, I am."
 
Not very talkative but when did Gareth ever let that a little thing like that get in his way?  "Where you from?"  He asked as he threw his towel down and then himself on top of it, on his stomach again.
 
"Vegas.  Las Vegas."
 
"I've been.  Great holiday a couple of years ago.  I'm Gareth for Cardiff...in Wales.  You heard of it?"
 
"Yeah.  Nick."
 
"Pleased to meet you.  So if you work there, what do you do?  Work in one of those hotels?  A casino?"
Now Nick was on vacation and for a moment he remembered his childhood when he and his sisters all made up stories to tell other kids.  So could he be a brain surgeon or even an astronaut?  "I work in law enforcement.  Forensics."
 
"Oh, like a SOCO?"
 
"A SOCO?"
 
"Scenes of Crime Officer.  They collect evidence for the police."
 
"Yeah, exactly that, only I'm called a Crime Scene Investigator.  So what do you do?"  Nick felt compelled to be polite it was just ingrained in him but he knew he was being targeted by this very gay man.
 
"I'm a nurse in A and E.  I have to collect evidence for them sometimes, from injured patients."
 
"A and E?"
 
"Oh, you call it ER.  I used to love that on the telly.  They're doing re-runs now on satellite and I'm watching them all over again.  I cried when Dr Greene died."
 
"I don't think I ever watched it.  I was always too busy for TV."
 
"So you on your holiday alone then?"
 
Nick laughed.  "That would be a no.  I'm with my partner; he's been in Athens delivering lectures at an international forensics convention.  I just tagged along for the ride and now we're having a few days vacation before heading home.  He almost laughed, but then felt sorry for the guy, because his face dropped.  He'd obviously been hoping for a little holiday romance.
 
"Just my luck.  My boyfriend just dumped me for a dirty old geezer with pots of money."
 
"Sorry about that.  You'll meet someone else I'm sure."  Nick thought for a moment or two.
 "You're a good looking guy and not shy that's for sure."  He laughed.
 
Gareth laughed along.  "Thanks for that, you made my day.  When I saw you come out of the water all dripping over your muscles I thought you were gorgeous."
 
They were both laughing when a voice behind Nick asked.  "It didn't take you long to make friends."  It wasn't said nastily but the inference was plain and Nick couldn't help but laugh some more.
 
"This is Gareth from Cardiff in Wales.  Been dumped by his boyfriend hoping to get lucky."
 
"I tried but he was all gooey eyed over you."  Gareth got to his feet and collected his belongings.
 
"You don't have to go.  Stay, don't mind me."  Gil was conciliatory since Gareth had confirmed Nick's undying love for him. Although he'd never heard the expression, 'gooey eyed', before he could guess it's meaning since he knew what Nick looked like when he did talk about him.
 
"Would that be okay?  You sure, I don't want to intrude."
 
"Please.  Stay and I was going to suggest to Nick that we go and get a coffee at that beach bar, you're welcome to join us."  He indicated back up the beach.
 
"That would be lovely.  But the sun's already over the yard arm so maybe we could try a little something stronger?"
 
Neither Gil nor Nick knew what he saying and looked blankly at Gareth.
 
Gareth jumped up.  "Come on, I'll give you some English lessons...Welsh, anyhoo.  Have you two ever heard of John Barrowman...and you boys must tell me how you got together..."
 
Nick grinned as Gareth positively skipped ahead of them, because he hadn't seen the look of abject horror on Gil's face!
 
The End 

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