Title: So How Did I find Out
By: glo-starz
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG
Summary: A series of short one shots about how each of the guys found out about Nick and Greg.

The team were all sat around the break room table eating a Chinese and sharing a beer after an eventful shift. The building was quiet and, although everyone was happy, something was missing. Or someone. It was very still without Greg there.

“I bet they’re having a fantastic time.” Catherine said, jealousy only just masked in her voice. Sarah smiled at her.

“Yeah, I can’t believe Nick managed to keep that honeymoon a secret. You know what Greg’s like.”

“Yeah.” Said Warrick. “But it wasn’t like he didn’t have any help you know.”

“You hid the papers for him.” Grissom nodded his agreement at Warrick's actions. With greg it was the only way.

“Hey, can’t a guy help his friends out?” Warrick was grinning. “Like Sarah said, you know what Greg’s like. With a wedding he knows that a honeymoon comes after. He would have searched that house top to bottom several times over.” Everyone nodded in agreement.

Sarah waved at someone. The gang turned round to see Brass stalking down the corridor. He wandered into the room after seeing them all sat around the table.

“Just dropped an oddball off for a DNA swab. Thought I’d come in and see if the lovebirds have checked in yet.” Warrick passed him a piece of paper. He read it out loud. “Don’t bother us! We’ve told the hotel not to put through calls from you lot, or Mickey Mouse. Or Bugs Bunny. So don't even try it Warrick! And we’re not taking our cells with us. We might send you a post card if you’re lucky.” Brass laughed as he noticed the handwriting change from Nick’s to Greg’s at the bottom of the page, “We will be too busy having sex to think of any of you guys. Bring on the hot Hawaiian sex!” Brass shook his head. “You know, I can’t believe they’re married.”

“Or it took us so long to find out.” Warrick said.

“So, how did you find out Warrick?” Archie asked him.

 

***

 

How did I find out? Not the nicest way, that’s for sure. We’d had a really crappy shift. Really bad. Nick’s not good when it’s kids who are hurt and this kids Dad had done a real number on him.

Anyways, I thought I’d grab some beers and a pizza and head to his to get drunk and take his mind off it, you know?

When I got there I saw somethin’ I really wasn’t expectin’ to see.

The curtains were open and the lights in the front room were on. I walked up to the door and was gonna knock when I heard noises. Moanin’ noises. Sex noises. I knew one was Nick, but the other? It didn’t sound like no woman. I thought he mighta been watchin’ porn to take his mind off it, you know? Forget about the kid? Boy, was I wrong.

If he was watchin’ porn no way was I hangin’ around to disturb him. So I leaned round the door and peered into the window and Oh My God.

There was Nick and with him was Sanders. I say with him, but it was more than that. Sanders was on his back and Nick was on top of him. They were naked. Very naked. And to make it even more interestin’ Nick was, well, he was fucking him. Fucking Sanders. Talk about a shock.

I decided not to disturb ‘em so me and my beers and pizza went home for our own personal party.

I enjoyed my little chat with Nick the next morning.

What about you Catherine?

 

***

 

How did I find out? Trying to do a good deed that’s how.

Nicky and me had been working a 419 in Henderson and he left his jacket in my car. His favourite leather one. So I decided I would be nice and take it back to him as the weather was starting to turn cold.

I followed him home and was just pulling over when Greg kissed him. I mean, legs around him, hands in his hair, kissing like Eddie shoulda done me kissing. Then before I knew it Greg was dragging Nicky back to the car. Well, when you see something like that you just have to see where it leads, don’t you? So I followed them.

Greg took over the driving from Nicky’s place, but I have to say Nicky looked in no state to be driving anyway. Greg took them to this fairground that always comes to Vegas in winter. I’d taken Lindsey there a couple of times but the clowns freaked her out. I think she watched ‘It’ at a friend’s house when she was a little too young.

When they pulled up the kissing carried on and they were dry humping like randy teenagers! I let them leave the car park before I followed them, trailing a little behind. When I saw they were headed for the bouncy castle I hid behind a popcorn stand.

I have to say, those boys know how to put on a show.

Nick had Greg on his knees in no time and boy, those two certainly like their sex. The noises they were making! I’m never taking Lindsey to that place again!

Greg certainly seemed to like what Nicky was doing to him. And I’ve never seen either of them looking so happy as they did after. I would have almost sworn they looked like they were in love. I know now that I was right.

So I found out more than I expected to. But even in this job I guess people can still surprise you. I could hardly believe that it’s Greg that falls asleep after sex, not Nicky.

What about you Griss?

 

***

 

How did I find out? It had been a quiet night in the lab and my roaches had needed a practice. I didn’t want to loose the race at the entomology conference the next week. I did, but that’s another story. So I had been racing my roaches in a track in my office when my phone had rung. I 'd been expecting a call from Catherine so I had to take it.

While I was talking, not to Catherine but to Ecklie, one of my roaches escaped into the corridor. So as soon as I 'd hung up I went in search of her. She couldn’t have gone far.

I’d made it out of my office just in time to see her run into the A/V lab so I had run in after her. Archie had gone home, so I didn’t need to knock.

When I got inside I was shocked at what I 'd seen.

Greg was sat on the counter with Nick standing between his legs. Greg had his legs wrapped around Nick’s waist and his fingers were in Nick’s hair. Nick had both his hands up the back of Greg’s shirt. And they were kissing. Kissing so deeply you could actually hear noises and see their tongues moving. They are not quiet kissers. It was quite fascinating to hear them moaning and watch their faces going red. Humans are a fascinating species, the biological responses to arousal are intriguing.

I had no idea that two of my CSI’s were involved. But from what I had witnessed Nick and Greg were. Very much.

As I’d opened the door they jumped up, collided with each other and stood there panting and flushed.

I’d grabbed my roach and told them to go home and finish what they had started and to come back tomorrow and tell me how long it had been going on.

What about you Archie?

 

***

 

How did I find out? Nigel Craine, that’s how.

After we found out he’d been living in Nick’s roof and videoing him Grissom asked me to watch the tapes for any more useful evidence of what he had been doing. I knew where the cameras had been so I wanted to reassure Nick about what I was looking for. I know what goes on in a guy’s bedroom and Nick, well, he's a very private person.

I bumped into him in the break room that afternoon and told him what Grissom had asked me to do. He went really pale. I told him I was gonna fast forward through the bedroom stuff, that I was only watching it because I had to. At the mention of bedroom stuff he went even paler, his hands started to shake and he sunk into the sofa. He put his head in his hands and his whole body shook.

Greg came in all singing and dancing at that point. He went over to the coffee machine and poured a mug of his precious Blue Hawaiian, turned round to say hi and saw Nick.

He put the mug down and ran straight over to him, kneeling down and putting a hand on Nick’s shoulder and rubbing it gently, asking if he was ok. Eventually Nick calmed down enough to tell Greg I was watching the tapes. Greg looked from me to Nick, then from me to Nick again, going pale just like Nick had.

Eventually Nick got some of the colour back in his cheeks and smiled at Greg. Greg blushed, smiled and then lent in to Nick and they kissed.

I told them I’d never mention what I saw on the tapes but they looked happy together. Nick told me I might want to speed though some of the sitting room tapes too.

What about you Sarah?

 

***

 

So how did I find out? At a gig by Greg’s band, that’s how.

Greg’s band had been playing off the strip and we’d all gone to see them. Nick turned up late and we were all waiting for him as we knew he was giving Greg a lift so the gig couldn’t start until he got there.

When Greg eventually got on stage the band played a couple of numbers then stopped and Greg came out to the crowd. Remember? He said that his boyfriend had been having a shitty time and he wanted to play a song for him, or something like that. It was that really crappy song by that English band, but I can’t remember it now. I remember thinking it wasn’t very Greg though, and the lyrics were good, given the circumstances. But none of us were sure which way he’d swung before, you know? Although I don’t think any of us were that surprised.

Anyway. After the gig I went backstage to see Greg, you know, tell him we were all behind him, he’d done a brave thing, yada, yada. I mean, it must have taken guts to do that. But when I got back there, Nick was already there and they were talking, really quietly. I didn’t want to disturb them as I thought Nick was doing what I was there to do.

While I was watching, Greg leant in and hugged Nick, but I thought it was a thank you hug. Until he took a step back, tilted Nick’s head, whispered something and then leant in and kissed him. We knew Nick had been having a shitty time but there was no way we would have put two and two together. It was a bit of a shock, particularly about Nick. So they had their kiss and then Nick was in floods of tears, that’s when I left them to it. They needed each other, not me in the way.

What about you Brass? How did you find out?

 

***

 

How did I find out? Working a scene, that’s how.

We were called to a 419, me and a bunch of idiots from days. When we got there we found out it was a hit and run. DB was a young male. Lived in the apartment block he’d got hit out the front of.

Anyway, something about the apartment block looked familiar so I scanned the place. It was tall, fairly modern, like most of the new apartment blocks in Vegas, actually. It was the name that gave it away. I remembered that we had taken Greg home there the night he made CSI as he was way too drunk to get himself home.

So I look up to where I know his window is, and his curtains are wide open and the lights are on. He’s only on the second floor and I needed some witnesses so me and one of the officers thought we would take the elevator up and see if he had seen anything.

We get there and we can hear music coming from his window. Not the stuff Greg usually listens to but almost country. The officer tells me it’s Sheryl Crow. I didn’t have a clue. I knew the song though. It was ‘A Change Will Do You Good’.

So we walk up to his apartment and were about to knock where we hear giggling so I take a look through the open curtains. As you may have noticed from what Warrick said, they never seem to close them.

But the sight of Greg giving Nick - who is handcuffed to a chair - a lap dance to Sheryl Crow is not something I will easily forget.

What about you, Bobby?

 

***

 

How did I find out? Clubbing that’s how.

Me and Chris always go to Vintage on a Saturday. It’s the best gay club in Vegas and we met there as it happens, at a shot drinking contest if you really wanted to know. You can’t see much inside because of the lighting effects, bits of it are kept deliberately dark, and the sheer size of the place. You’d never meet anyone unless they knew you were there. I’d never seen anyone I knew there before, anyway.

So we were standing by the raised bar, looking out over the dance floor having a drink and a break when this guy catches Chris’ eye. In the middle of the crowd is this mop of spiky hair and swaying hips wearing skin tight leather trousers and a red side-laced t-shirt.

I could see why Chris was staring. The guy had an incredible body and man could he dance. Guys kept coming up to dance with him, trying to press themselves into him, and each time he turned them away. Even the stunning ones.

Then he spun around and it was Greg! I wasn’t too surprised as I’d always had my suspicions about him. But it was still a bit of a shock to see him there so relaxed and out.

He began to sway towards the edge of the dance floor, obviously towards someone. I told Chris that it was the guy from work who I had always thought was gay and, well, being nosy we decided to watch and see what type of guy Greg went for.

And the type of guy? Nick.

I couldn’t believe it. We watched Greg straddle Nick, wrapping his arms around his neck and sitting in his lap. Nick placed his hands on Greg’s hips and smiled at him. They leant in and started kissing. That’s when we looked away.

At least now I know what Nick used to mean when he said he was babysitting of an evening!

What about you Wendy?

 

***

 

“Well, the rest of us all found out at the same time.”

“The rest of us?”

“Yes Warrick, us insignificant minions. Me, Doc Robbins, Super Dave. Hodges and Mia. To be honest, we were a bit annoyed that none of you had said anything to us before. But then, I suppose none of you knew that anyone else did. If that makes any sense.”

Wendy stopped to take a sip of her coffee as she read the note from Greg and Nick, a smile playing on her face.

“That night he played at the Christmas party, that’s when it all came out.” Wendy stopped to laugh at her unintentional pun. The rest of the gang just rolled their eyes or shook their heads.

“His band went on at about half eleven. I was glad he was actually doing it as he had been so tense and angry for the week or so leading up to the party. And he’s never like that.”

“Yeah, I remember,” Catherine said. “We were all really worried. Every time we asked what was going on and if he was ok he just said ‘fine’ and slammed down whatever he had in his hands before storming off.”

“Mind you,” Sara chipped in, “Nick wasn’t much better.”

“Anyway, you guys were lucky, you all knew. You at least had an idea what might have been going on. A lovers’ tiff or something. We had no idea. So we just watched him as he wouldn’t talk to anyone. But that night, when he took the stage he had that odd look in his eyes. Resolve, sadness, anger. Well, all of it mixed together. And then he did that thing.

I’ve got a little message for someone out there. And if it’s got to be his dirty little secret, it ends tonight.

That’s what he said and then he played that song.”

“What song?”

“That song . . . oh . . . you know . . .” she struggled.

Warrick looked at Wendy and then began to sing slowly. The others joined in one at a time when they knew what it was.

“Let me know that I've done wrong
When I've known this all along
I go around a time or two
Just to waste my time with you
Tell me all that you've thrown away
Find out games you don't wanna play
You are the only one that needs to know

I'll keep you my dirty little secret, dirty little secret
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret, just another regret
Hope that you can keep it, my dirty little secret, who has to know

When we live such fragile lives
It's the best way we survive
I go around a time or two
Just to waste my time with you
Tell me all that you've thrown away
Find out games you don't wanna play
You are the only one that needs to know

I'll keep you my dirty little secret, dirty little secret
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret, just another regret
Hope that you can keep it, my dirty little secret, who has to know

The way she feels inside
Those thoughts I can't deny
These sleeping dogs won't lie
And all I've tried to hide
It's eating me apart
Trace this life out

I'll keep you my dirty little secret, dirty little secret
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret, just another regret

I'll keep you my dirty little secret, dirty little secret
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret, just another regret
Hope that you can keep it, my dirty little secret, dirty little secret, dirty little secret

Who has to know, who has to know. ”

“God, it must have killed Nick to have Greg sing about them like that,” Sara said, looking sad for a while.

“Yeah. But thank God Nick decided to do the right thing after,” Catherine added.

“When he climbed up onto the stage and kissed Greg . . . man, I was amazed! But I have to admit, they seemed so right together. And Greg crying like that. He was so happy.”

“Yeah Wends, he was.”

Brass laughed. “And look where it took them. If I had to pick anyone, it certainly wouldn’t have been Nick.”

“But Greg?” Sara asked.

“Greg?” Brass replied. “Yeah, that was obvious. Anyway. Some of us have criminals to catch.”

Grissom sighed. “Yes, and some of us have evidence to process.”

A large groan swept the room and people slowly trickled out, leaving Catherine staring at the letter. She smiled and walked over to where the coffee pot was before pinning it to the notice board above it. It stuck there next to a wedding photo that had the whole gang on it and Greg and Nick wrapped around each other in the middle.

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Lyrics are ‘Dirty Little Secret’ by the All American Rejects.