Title : Shootout
Author : Joey
Rating : PG-13
Fandom : CSI: Vegas
Pairing/Characters : Gil/Nick
Word Count : 211
Prompt : #3 Gunpowder
Disclaimer : All parts belong to the relevant companies, I just play with them and promise to put them back when I'm done.

All Nick could hear was the sound of guns, guns firing, guns reloading and firing again. Also, the sound of bullets, bullets hitting glass, flesh, concrete and wood. Would it ever end?

He had his own gun drawn and was firing at targets to keep himself and the rest of his team safe, but part of him wondered if he'd ever get back to Gil tonight, or if he'd be the next overnight guest at Al Robbins' place.

It was over hours after it started, dead bodies on one side thankfully, the perp's side. Injured parties on both sides, sadly, and thankfully Nick was not one of them, nor were any of the other CSI's on scene.

He made it to his Tahoe, and drove home in a daze, all he wanted was to feel Gil close to him, on him, in him even. He was home before he knew it and he opened the door to his apartment with the idea of showering and then heading over to Gil's place.

He never made it that far, Gil was waiting for him and grabbed him and kissed him, pinning him up against the wall. They kissed for a few minutes before Gil stepped back.

"Nicky, why do you smell of gunpowder?"