Stalker

Kay, so I've got this challenge, and I want to try it out...so I
wrote my own answer to the challenge and hope others jump on the
bandwagon.

X-TREME SLASHERZ LOGIC

Purpose: To slashify any and all scenes from popular television
shows, such as: Buffy, Angel, CSI, and Without A Trace
Rules:
1. Pick any scenes [up to 3 or 4 to keep it short and fast] from
any of the above shows
2. From any characters POV [1st person], write what was going on
in their heads. Make it slashy.
3. You can change any one line
4. You can, if you want, add a scene before and/or after the
scene from the tv show selected.

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Shit.

That was the first thought that passed through Nick's head when he
saw the Crime Stopper's newsletter posted on the bulletin board. His
next thought was that he was going to *kill* whoever put it up there.
With an aggravated sigh, he ripped it off the board, silently cursing
anyone on the team who might have read it already. He was sure that
someone was snickering at him. In fact, screw someone. Most of the
people in the lab. He tried to figure out who could have spread the
article so quickly-

He could hear the laughter in the breakroom before he even made his
way in. trying to keep from getting too annoyed at the occupants of
the room- Sara and Warrick- he suck his teeth before taking a deep
breath. He smirked and shook his head. This was *truly* ridiculous.
At least he was pretty sure that Warrick wouldn't have spread it
around. That wasn't Warrick's style.

Warrick was talking to Sara. "-who wrote this?"

"You're kidding, right?" Nick wanted to throttle something. Someone.
The people who started Crime Stoppers came to mind.

" `Nick Stokes'," Warrick read aloud, " `Crime Stopper'." Nick
couldn't help but laugh; yeah, it sounded damned hokey. "You went
Hollywood on me, man."

Before Nick could respond, Sara took her chance at torturing her. It
was clear that she was enjoying this. "And I quote, `in his off time,
he enjoys creating and inventing toys'. That's fascinating. What kind
of toys do you make, Nick?"

A voice in Nick's head, one that sounded remarkably like his
boyfriend back in the lab, dared him to make a dirty response.
Fortunately, he was a bit more mature than his boyfriend. Now, under
most circumstances, that didn't actually mean much. "I thought I got
my hands on those departmental newsletters. Where'd you get those?"

As he took the article from them, Warrick and Sara answered him
simultaneously. "Greg."

Speaking of his immature boyfriend…Nick grimaced. "Yeah, that
figures." Greg loved that type of stuff, even if it pissed Nick off
to no end. The real question was why Nick had felt it necessary to
even *question* who had been spreading the article.

Nick even knew how Greg had gotten a hold of it, even after Nick had
tried to get rid of all the copies of the newsletter. Greg had been
over the day that Nick got the first couple of copies of the thing,
and when Nick was going on about how he didn't want it to get around
the lab, Greg had probably swiped a copy. It was the same kind of
bizarre thing Greg would do. Nick knew that it had to do with the
fact that Greg was proud of him—Greg had spent several hours proving
how proud he'd been--, but it was embarrassing. Highly embarrassing.

He got down to business quickly though. He'd kill Greg Sanders
later. "All right, listen, Grissom wants us to divide and conquer.
Blond hair for you."

As Nick handed Warrick the bagged blonde hair, Warrick commented
dryly, "I do love a blond."

His burning desire to plaster a photo of Greg's favorite duck boxers
in revenge kept him distracted enough to not reply to Warrick
comment. Instead, he placed the phone records in front of
Sara. "Sara, you're on phone records."

"Yay," she replied sarcastically.

Nick took this as an opportunity to crumple the newsletter into a
little ball, tossing it into the garbage. Warrick had to
protest. "Hey, I wasn't done reading that!"

"Yes," Nick replied as he left the room. "You are."

Greg saw Warrick enter the lab from over the magazine, but he decided
not to look up. He knew perfectly well what Warrick was there for,
but hey, he was Greg Sanders, right? There were no simple ways of
dealing with him, he'd decided that would be the case a long time
ago. People had to work to glimpse into his genius.

Anyway, DNA verses an article of Pink? Greg's priorities weren't
*that* screwed up.

"How's that platinum blond coming?" Warrick asked.

"Wrong question," Greg replied, turning a casually. Let Warrick stew
with that one for awhile. It'd keep him on his toes, at least until
he got annoyed with Greg and demanded to know the answer to his
question.

"Come on Greg," Warrick groaned. His patience was short today. "I'm
not getting anything out of trace. I was hoping you could help me out
here."

With a casual sigh, Greg made the decision to let Warrick off easy
today. He'd already done his `annoying society' deed for the day when
he'd taken the Crime Stoppers article from Nick's place. "I took a
snip, ran a crossed immuno-electrophoresis." He tossed the magazine
down for a moment so he could toss Warrick the bagged hair
sample. "Didn't pass." He went back to his article. Now Warrick could
go away and leave him in peace.

But that would make his life easy, wouldn't it? "Not hair?" Warrick
sounded confused. Made sense. "Not human?" There was a pause. "What
are you reading?"

Greg showed him the cover and resisted rolling his eyes. Sometimes
Warrick was *so* uncultured. "This is Pink. Pink, this is Warrick."
Greg couldn't help himself; turning the cover to himself, he started
to talk to it. "Do you know how hot you are?" He made a sizzling
sound, and probably destroyed what little respect Warrick might have
had for him.

"Bet I know someone who's hotter," Warrick commented, and that nearly
got Greg's full attention. It was the second half of the sentence
that did it. "-and I'm not talking about looks."

Greg smirked a bit as he looked up at Warrick. Oh, he knew damned
well what Warrick was referring to. However, in Greg's opinion, he
was sure that Nick was still physically hotter than he was mad. And
Warrick was right about Nick being hotter than Pink.

"Yeah?" Greg tried to sound casual about it, but his curiosity was
seeping through.

"Yeah," Warrick replied.

Greg felt like he was conspiring with Warrick for some reason. Which
was odd, since Warrick really had nothing to do with this. It was the
talking without saying Nick's name that made it sound like a
conspiracy, Greg was sure. "How mad is he?"

"Watch your back." With that, Warrick left the lab.

Greg chuckled, opening the magazine again. He shook his head. "But
Warrick, I *like* when he surprises me from behind."

There were some snarky comments best left unsaid. Greg, apparently,
enjoyed saying them anyway. At least Warrick hadn't heard him.