Title: The Strenuous Life
Author: podga
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: CSI and its characters do not belong to me. I write and post for fun only.
Summary: A little crime scene investigating, a little Scott Joplin, a pint of ice cream, Nick. Sometimes Gil’s life can get a little hectic.

The witness is a dead ringer for Robert Shaw.

“Right there,” he says, pointing towards the counter.

“What, under the tubs?” Gil asks.

“No, in the tubs.”

Gil rubs his jaw thoughtfully. “I’m not sure how we’d go about extracting the evidence without contaminating it. Any ideas? Anyone?”

“Only one thing we can do. Eat the ice cream,” Catherine pipes up. She’s wearing paper booties and she hands Gil a small plastic spoon.

“OK, everyone, you heard Catherine. Dig in. I’ll start on the pistachio.”

“But, Grissom, you hate pistachio,” Warrick protests. “Here, have the chocolate.”

“No. We’re not supposed to be enjoying this; we’re on duty. Everybody, pick the flavor you like least.”

He’s been trying to ignore his cell phone, but whoever’s calling him won’t give up

“What?” he snaps. “Hello? Hello?”

It’s odd. Even though he’s answered the damn phone, the ragtime melody that signals incoming calls is getting steadily louder.

“Aren’t you going to get that?” Nick’s voice sounds right behind him, thick with sleep.

 

“Okay. Just leave the file on my desk, and I’ll look at it as soon as I get in.”

Gil snaps the phone shut and puts it back on the nightstand.

“Problem?”

He rolls onto his side and faces Nick.

“Nah. Just Conrad being anal. Everything’s fine.”

Nick’s lips are soft and Gil can still taste the sweetness of coffee ice cream on them. If life gets any better than spending a rainy Sunday afternoon lying in bed with Nick, watching The Sting on DVD and sharing a pint of Dreyer’s Java Mash Up, he can’t imagine how.

He sighs happily and closes his eyes, relaxing back into sleep.