Title: The Buzz
Author: Chaomath
Pairing: Nick/Warrick
Rating: PG
Summary: A few words to make us feel better about Nick's Season 5 buzzcut...

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"You can if you want, you know," Nick said, his muffled voice drifting up from the interior of the wrecked sports car.

"No thanks, I'm cool," Warrick replied. He forced his eyes to study the twisted roof of the car and tightened his grip on the clipboard.

"Really, everyone else's done it," came the strained reply as Nick twisted to reach under the front seat. "No reason...."

Warrick clamped his eyes shut as he caught himself staring at the lithe body awkwardly crammed along the rear floor of the black Corvette, long legs levered outside, toes scrabbling for a purchase on the slick concrete. In his mind's eye he saw the way Nick's pants rode up to reveal geeky white gym socks above the heavy black boots.

"Ah, gotcha!" Nick said in triumph, and Warrick's eyes snapped open to look down at Nick, brandishing something clamped in the long forceps. Nick slid out of the car and landed with a thump on the pavement, then slapped the bullet into a small evidence bag before looking up at Warrick.

"No reason you can't, too," he said, finishing his earlier sentence as he clambered to his feet. He looked Warrick in the eye and added, "Seriously, though, I feel like a damn pet rabbit or something." He handed the bag to Warrick for labeling.

Warrick, grateful for something to do, took the bag and began to write. But Nick wasn't done. "Even 'Gruesome Grissom' couldn't resist."

Warrick looked up from writing and put on his best skeptical face. "Grissom did?" he said carefully, willing himself to avoid sounding envious.

But Nick broke into a lopsided grin, and before Warrick could react, Nick grabbed Warrick's left hand by the wrist and ran it lightly over his freshly-cut head, brushing from crown to the nape of his neck. He smiled even wider as Warrick's mouth dropped open and he breathed "It's so soft...."

He stood timeless, immobile, Warrick's raised hand imprisoned in his grasp. Then he dropped the hand and threw back his head to laugh. "I knew it," he crowed, as Warrick's face flamed in confusion and desire.
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