Title: Sickness and Health
By: wojo62
Pairing: Grissom/Greg/Nick
Rated: PG-13
Summary: Spoilers for Grissom's divine comedy and is my take on why these three men were sick.
Note: Although this is a Grissom/Nick/Greg relationship fic, I did convey this without any actual interaction between the three of them.
Beta'd with much appreciation by drakien69
Disclaimer: Not mine


The apartment was dark, and he was alone because that was the way he said he wanted it. It had been a week, and he didn't feel any better; in fact he was feeling worse, if that was possible. Truth be told Grissom was miserable. The flu had taken its toll on him, and he was sure the only thing that would make him feel better was death.

How he had gotten sick was a mystery even to him. Could have been from overworking; they’d all been putting in extra hours since Sara left, leaving nothing behind except for some sappy note professing her love and something about ghosts of the past. He had no idea why she told him those things…it was a one sided affair that he wanted no part of. After all, he had his boys; that’s all he needed or wanted.

*knock, knock*

He heard the knocking on his door though the haze in his head but he was just too comfortable on the couch (or as comfortable as a dying man could be) and could not bring himself to get up. Whoever had the nerve to disturb him should just go away and let him rest in peace.

*knock, knock, knock*

No such luck. Maybe if he just ignored them? But then he heard the key in the lock, the door open and close again, and Greg's unmistakably cheerful voice.

“Grissom!” Greg called out as he walked in like he owned the place. The sound of his footsteps sounded like sledgehammers hitting pavement to Grissom's aching head. “Grissom!” he called out again.

“I'm right here Greg, and for God sake stop shouting,” Gil said with a grimace as he held his head in his hands.

“I'm not shouting,” Greg protested. “You look horrible.”

“Thanks, now why are you here?” Gil asked.

“I came over to check on you, and to help you feel better,” Greg said as he plopped himself down on the coffee table.

“I just want to be left alone,” Gil said before he began to cough uncontrollably.

Greg reached out and patted the older man on the back until his coughing fit subsided. Although Greg knew how bad Grissom must feel he still wanted to try anything to make him feel better.

“How bout a blow job?” Greg offered. “That always makes you feel better.”

“I'm really not up for that Greg.”

Greg moved his hand over Grissom's groin. “True, but you will be after I work my magic.”

“That’s not what I meant Greg,” the older man said weakly.

“I know, I just thought I'd throw it out there,” Greg said as he reached for the bag he brought with him.

“Nick and I were worried about you, Griss,” Greg explained. “I brought over some stuff to help you feel better,” Greg rummaged through the bag. “I got cold remedies, Kleenex, and Nick's homemade chicken soup.”

“Nick made soup?” Gil asked in surprise.

“Yeah, he got the recipe from his mom.” Greg laughed. “Let me warm some up for you.”

“Fine, I am a bit hungry,” Gil admitted with a half smile. Even though he felt horrible, he had to admit he was glad to have one of his beautiful boys here with him. “Why didn't Nick come with you?”

“He had to go to work, double homicide on the strip,” Greg answered. “Catherine almost made me come in too until I told her about the soup. She said I could take some time to give it to you but she wants me back in the lab ASAP. Nick made plenty of soup, though, so if you need more later all you have to do is heat it up.”

“Thank you Greg,” Gil nodded in understanding. “And thank Nick for me too.”

“I will.” Greg flashed a big smile as he made his way to the kitchen.

While Greg warmed up the soup in the kitchen, Gil managed to sit up a bit so he could eat. Moments later Greg was back at his side with a hot bowl of soup and some crackers. Greg insisted on spoon feeding him. At first, Gil protested the idea of being fed like a baby, but he finally gave in when he realized that arguing with Greg would be just too exhausting.

After Gil had eaten and downed some cold medicine he felt more relaxed. Greg wanted to offer comfort any way he could so he positioned himself on the couch next to the other man. He held him close and they shared a few tender kisses, until Grissom pulled away.

“I don't think this is wise Greg…you don't want to get sick too,” Gil warned.

“It’s okay, Griss…I just got a flu shot. And besides, I never get sick.” Greg laid his head next to him and just continued to hold him until Grissom fell asleep. Shortly thereafter, Greg left the apartment.

***

Greg met Nick in the parking garage after he returned from seeing Grissom. Nick backed Greg up against the wall, in the shadows where no one could see them. After a brief kiss and some light groping Nick pulled away.

“So G, did you give him the soup?” Nick asked. He was anxious to know if Grissom enjoyed his cooking.

“Yes, that is why I went to see him.” Greg smirked.

“Did he like it?” Nick wanted to know.

“He sure seemed to enjoy it; he even let me feed it to him,” Greg laughed.

Nick laughed and moved in on Greg, once again holding him up against the wall. He gently sucked on the younger mans’ earlobe and enjoyed feeling Greg shudder. He whispered into his ear.

“Did you suck his cock, like you said you would?” Nick ground his erection into Greg's, as he imagined Greg's mouth on their older playmate.

“He wasn't in the mood.” Greg reached around and grabbed Nick's ass, pilling him closer. “But obviously you are.”

They were interrupted when they heard Warrick's voice calling out to them. They were needed back in the lab.

“We'll pick this up later,” Nick said panting, and trying to regain control.

“We certainly will,” Greg eagerly agreed.

Twelve hours later Greg lay beside Nick, their sweat soaked bodies exhausted from their love making. With the lab still short handed they only had half a day off and they didn't want to waste it. They fell asleep in the afterglow of sex.

When Greg woke up six hours later, his throat hurt and he felt chills ravage his body. His shivering woke Nick and he rolled over to see what was wrong.

“Greg?”

“I don't feel so good, Nicky,” Greg whined, his lower lip quivering.

Nick felt the younger mans’ forehead; he was hot to the touch. He obviously had a fever, so Nick rose from the bed and went into the bathroom to get a cold cloth. He returned and wiped Greg's sweaty face and forehead and shook his head at the sight of his sick lover.

“You have a fever G.” Nick said as he picked up the phone, “I better make you a doctor's appointment.”

“I don't wanna go to the doctor,” Greg argued. “I don't feel thatbad. Besides, Catherine needs us at the lab. I promise I'll see a doctor if I feel worse.”

“Fine G.” Nick relented. “Go take your shower and get dressed, I'll make us a quick snack.” Nick headed into the kitchen as Greg reluctantly got up to take his shower.

Nick almost laughed when Greg came out of the bedroom wearing a heavy sweater and holding a winter scarf in his hand.

‘I better not get sick too,’ Nick thought to himself as he sat down to eat.

The End