Title: The Guessing Game
By: vampwb36
Pairing: Nick/Greg
For: LeggoMyGreggo112
Rating: NC:17
Disclaimer: Not Mine >8(
Summery: How Greg and Nick got together.
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"It was a beautiful morning, the sun was just beginning to rise and the birds were singing their morning song..."Nick, Greg, Catherine and Warrick were collecting evidence from a triple. All four CSI's were combing the rather large back yard where the murders had occurred. They believed the suspect may have exited out the back and they were combing ever square of the yard looking for the slightest trace of the perp.
"Son of a bitch!" Greg yelled out suddenly startling the CSI's
Nick spun around whipping his gun out and pointing it in Greg's direction. Only to find Greg sucking on his finger.
"What the hell Sanders," Warrick snapped.
"Sawry ah prict my finguh on somfing." Greg still had his finger in his mouth and was rather difficult to understand.
When he was met with several blank stares Greg rolled his eyes and removed his finger from his mouth. "I said: Sorry I pricked my finger on something. It hurts like a bitch, got me right through the glove."
"Jesus man you scared me half to death over your finger, I thought the suspect had jumped you or something. You never shout like that a crime scene." Nick lectured shaking his head as he reholstered his gun.
Catherine opened her mouth to lecture Greg on proper crime scene educate when her phone rang. She stepped away to answer it and Nick, Warrick and Greg got back to work.
"Warrick, Grissom needs you back at the lab something about piano...I don't know," She sighed. "Take the Denali Grissom said he wouldn't keep you long."
Warrick packed up his kit, got the keys from Nick and headed off.
The CSI's again began working, but several minutes later they were again interrupted by Greg cursing. "Shit."
"What now Greg?" Catherine asked amusement tingeing her voice.
"Did you get dirt in your eye?" Nick laughed.
Greg ignored them and began walking somewhat unsteadily toward the front of the house. He was swaying slightly and walking seemed to take more effort then it should.
Catherine and Nick looked at each other worriedly before jogging after him. Nick grabbed his shoulder pulling him to a stop. "Greggo you ok?"
"Not now Nick gotta get to the truck... Fuck." Greg wasn't looking well his face was pale and their was a thin sheen of sweat covering it.
"Greg?" Catherine said putting her and on his forehead to check for fever. "What's going on?"
"Call an ambulance, I need an Epi-pen and Warrick just drove off with mine"
"What!" Nick yelped in alarm while Catherine whipped out her phone and called for an ambulance.
"Stung by a bee," Greg replied, his voice was beginning to sound choked and he began to tremble fiercely.
Nick noticed he looked like he was about to collapse and grabbed him scooping him up with a grunt and carrying him bridal style to the front of the house so he could get the shot as soon as the ambulance arrived.
Nick had no sooner set Greg down on the ground in front of the house then Greg fell to all fours and began to retch his whole body shaking with the force of his heaves.
Nick squatted down next to him rubbing his back gently and murmuring words of comfort.
Catherine meanwhile was yelling into the phone and at the patrol men on duty at the same time.
Greg's stomach was empty after a minute and he dry heaved for a moment before his arms gave out unable to hold him up any longer. However Nick grabbed him before he could face plant into his vomit and dragged him a few yard away laying him down on his back with his head in Nicks lap.
"Stay with me G. The ambulance will be here any second."
"Nicky-" Greg rasped voice so faint Nick could barely hear it.
"Shh ba-buddy, save it for later"
"How's he doing?" Catherine snapped her phone shut and jogged over.
"Not good," Nick whispered, "He needs help now."
"We've got patrolmen canvassing the neighborhood looking for an Epi-pen. " Catherine whispered back.
Greg's breathing suddenly worsened and his limbs began spasming. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and his back arched up off the side walk before he suddenly went limp.
Catherine and Nick could only watch in shock; as soon as Greg went limp Nick sprung into action pulling himself out from under Greg and beginning CPR.
"Epi-pen Mrs. Willows" A red faced patrolman gasped out hurriedly passing the life saving device to Catherine. "Press it to his thigh and hold it there for 15 seconds, it's ready to go."
Catherine hurriedly pulled Greg's jeans down while Nick continued CPR.
"Nick stop I'm injecting him now."
Catherine hurriedly pressed the auto injector to Greg's leg. Time seemed to tick by extremely slowly the next 30 seconds. After the injection was finished it didn't seem like it worked for a moment, but then Greg came back to life.
His back bowed again as he inhaled a huge gasping breath. His eyes snapped open and were looking around franticly before he shut them again.
Nick put his hand on Greg's chest pushing him back to the ground and pulled his head to rest in his lap once more.
Greg's heart was beating at an alarming pace and everyone stood in a relieved silence and simply watched Greg breath.
After a moment Greg opened his eyes once more and rasped out. "What just happened feels like some one just shoved their tongue down my throat..."
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"And that's when I think they got together." Catherine proclaimed.
It was Nick and Greg's, "coming out party." The couple had recently come out to their coworkers that they were gay and dating. In response Warrick, Catherine and Sara had thrown them the party.
Though party was a bit of an understatement. Drinks and interrogation would have described the event better.
At the moment they were talking about how Nick and Greg had gotten together. Before either Nick or Greg could answer Catherine had interrupted with her theory.
"Ok First of all," Nick said slightly amused and slightly offended. "His throat was sore because he'd just gone into sever anaphylactic shock and his airways had closed up. Not because I was making out with him while pretending to give CPR."
"And second?" Catherine asked slightly triumphant.
"You're wrong that's not when we got together" Greg laughed. Their coworkers would never guess.
"When did that even happen" Sara frowned.
"While you were on vacation for a couple weeks last year," Greg replied referring to her DUI induced mini sabbatical.
"And no one thought to clue me in? That's why you're so afraid of bugs huh?"
"I am not afraid of bugs, I'm deathly allergic."
"You don't think that's a slight exaggeration," Warrick asked.
"Your right I was acting we'd just learned to stop out hearts and go into respitory arrest in acting class." Greg glared.
Nick pulled him to his side on the couch and wrapped an arm around him and leaned in for a quick kiss. "He's only teasing you G." He soothed, Greg was being a bit dramatic now.
"Back to our original topic," Catherine interrupted, "If not then, when?"
Greg and Nick shared a look smiling, Nick opened his mouth to answer but before he could Sara interrupted.
"I know when they got together."
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Sara was early arriving to work as usual, she hadn't yet maxed out on overtime for the month so she could actually do some work instead of sitting in the break room theorizing with people or in Greg's lab arguing with him over his taste in music.
She climbed out of her car and headed toward the lab when she spotted Greg standing at his car staring into the trunk with a confused and forlorn look on his face. Unable to resist a chance to banter with Greg she turned and headed in his direction.
In the trunk of Greg's car sat a large box wrapped with Care Bears wrapping paper.
"Someone give you a gift Greg?" Sara said from behind him causing him to jump then turn and glare at her.
"No. This is a present for Nick." Greg turned back to the package.
"Is it his birthday?" Sara asked in alarm thinking she'd forgotten.
"No, next month."
"Did you lose a bet?"
"Nope."
"Did you guys get in a fight?"
"No. Can't a guy just do something nice?" Greg turned away from the package again to glare at Sara.
"When the guy is you? No." Greg looked hurt and Sara felt guilty, "OK. I'm sorry. Well why are you just standing here staring at it then."
"It's heavy I can't get it out," Greg pouted.
"I'll help you," Sara begrudgingly offered more out of curiosity then anything.
"Greg," Sara said examining the box. "The card on the box says Grissom."
"Yeah." He grabbed one end and urged her to grab the other.
"You said it was for Nick." She grunted as they lifted the extremely heavy package and they started toward the door of the lab.
"It is," Greg used his hip to push open the door to the lab.
"I'm confused," Sara admitted; though when it came to Greg confused was a familiar feeling.
"The present is for Nick, but I'm giving it to Grissom."
"So Nick's present is that your giving whatever is in this heavy ass box to Grissom."
"Exactly, though really it's not just for Nick, more like for the entire lab but inspired by Nick." Greg said eagerly dropping his end of the box on the
"What is it." Sara asked panting slightly.
"You'll see," Greg said, heading into his lab and leaving Sara alone with the package in the break room.
A few minutes later Sara watched Greg ambush Nick and Grissom in the hall Dragging Nick of to his lab and pointing in the direction of the break room while yelling something Sara couldn't quite hear at Grissom down the hall.
Sara watched Greg drag Nick into his lab and over to his bag where after a minute of rummaging through he pulled out a card and handed it over. Nick blushed and looked around before tearing it open.
He read the card and when he finished he looked up with a big grin on his face. He dropped the card and pulled Greg in for a hug actually picking him up and swinging him around a little bit.
Apparently whatever Greg had gotten Grissom for Nick had made Nick very happy.
The sound of paper ripping scared her and she spun around to find Grissom staring in confusion at his "present"
A mini fridge.
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"And that's when they got together." Sara finished.
"You're the one that bought Grissom his private fridge?" Catherine asked.
"Man if I would have known that was you I would have started dating you," Warrick said laughing.
"You couldn't handle me," Greg batted his eyelashes.
"So am I right? Is that when you guys got together?"
"No. Though that was the best anniversary present I'd ever gotten," Nick smiled fondly remembering the second part to that gift.
"You need to stop telling people that." Greg punched Nick in the arm. "He told both of our parents that and they all think that I am the worst boyfriend ever, his dad was giving me romance advice."
"I think that it's really sweet," Catherine said smiling.
"So do I," Nick defended. "I try and explain why and no one gets it they just get grossed out."
"Imagine that being grossed out that our boss stored old smelly blood in the community fridge." Greg scrunched up his nose remembering the other disgusting experiments Grissom had stuck in the fridge.
"So Warrick would you care to place a wager on when Greg and I got together." Nick asked knowing their was know way his risk taking friend would guess.
"Easy money I know for a fact when you two got together," Warrick smiled.
"Oh yeah?" Nick had a good idea of when Warrick thought they got together.
"Yeah," Warrick said with finality.
"5 nasty jobs Grissom assigns me if your wrong."
"You're on," Warrick agreed sticking out his hand to shake on it. ***
Greg had hosted a super bowl party at his house for the night shifters who could make it. While the party had been a success and everyone had fun Greg's living room, kitchen and dining room were destroyed.
Their was chips and dip ground into the carpet around the couch, but the worst part was the smell. Not only did the place look a mess but it smelled like a frat house. Warrick didn't know if someone had walked around pouring beer all over the place but it smelled like a brewery.
Greg was taking it remarkably well joking around about coworkers who couldn't hold their alcohol and that he should process some plates to find out who had put the paper plates in the dishwasher and his ceramic ones in the trash can.
If this had been Warrick's house he would have been pissed. He wouldn't have let any of his coworkers stumble home and go to bed. They would have been here cleaning on their hands and knees, maybe with a tooth brush.
Greg however had sent everyone home waving away everyone offer to help. It had taken Warrick and Nick several minutes to convince him to let them help. They had to be at work in about an hour anyway might as well spend their down time helping out their friend.
"Stick a CD if you want." Greg yelled from the kitchen. "all my CD's are on the shelf in there, I'm sure you can find something you like."
"Sure Greggo." Warrick hollered back heading over to the shelf and sifting through his massive collection of CD's and one book... The book was shoved underneath one of the CD racks and when Warrick pulled it out a CD fell out of it.
Warrick bent and picked up the CD sticking it on the shelf while he looked at the book which was a biography of Marilyn Manson. Warrick shoved the book back under the rack before grabbing the CD and examining it.
It was a burnable disc, with no writing on it anywhere. Though Warrick could tell their was something burned to it. Curiosity piqued he decides to pop it in the CD player. However; Greg's complicated sound system thwarts him and he just stares in confusion not quite sure where to even put the CD.
"Let me do it," Nick said chuckling. "It's not that confusing if you know what you're doing." He pop's the CD in the DVD player, turns TV on and changes it to channel 3 then turns the surround sound on and adjusts the volume.
Warrick frowns at the complexity of it all.
"What are we listening to?" Nick asked stuffing a handful of trash in a garbage bag.
"Don't know a burned CD of some sort I found it in a book."
"Hm"
The Music starts and Warrick is surprised to find a video playing on the TV.
"Must have been a burnable DVD." Nick shrugs going back to cleaning while Warrick watched the video.
It was a Marilyn Manson video and it was a little disturbing.
'Make that very disturbing,' Warrick thought as a man in a skirt sat on Manson's lap and began sucking on his neck.
"HOLY FUCK" Warrick shouted when the camera angle changed and the mans face suddenly became more visible.
"What's wrong" Nick dropped the bag and rushed over.
Warrick pressed pause and after a second manages to restart the DVD. "Watch this man."
"Dude what is this?" Nick shakes his head at the screen.
"Just keep watching," Warrick orders.
Nick spotted him sooner the Warrick had, "Is that Greg?"
"Yup." Warrick watched Greg grind and rub against Manson while sucking and licking his neck, In high-def. He turned to Nick expecting to see amusement maybe a bit of disgust what he saw was lust.
Nick was practically drooling. He was staring with an intense focus at the screen that he usually saved for examining evidence.
When Nick hit rewind and watched the scene again Warrick completely stopped watching the TV and was totally focused on Nick.
'Nick has the hots for Sanders... Holy Shit.' Nick's eyes were dilated and his breathing had sped up. He slowly licked his lips before biting the bottom one.
'I can't believe this. Nick likes Greggo, but does Sanders like Nick?' Greg choose that moment to come running into the living room.
"Don't watch tha... I see it's to late. Fuck." Greg's face was bright red and he was staring at the carpet intently.
Warrick spotted Nick subtle adjusting himself before turning around to face Greg. Nick was blushing and Warrick was a little creeped out.
"What can I do to get you two to keep this under wraps?" Greg had an angry look on his face.
Nick simply stared at Greg for a moment in shock, before snapping out of it. "You uh don't have to do anything for us G."
Warrick rolled his eyes at his best friend. Nick may have been a real ladies man but he obviously had no idea how to get what he wanted when it came to men. Warrick would obviously have to help him out. "Speak for yourself Nick there is something Greg can do for me."
Warrick walked across the room and whispered what he wanted. Greg pulled back looking at him strangely.
"Are you serious?"
"Yup." Warrick said though he wasn't sure it was a good idea it was to late.
"And you'll never tell a soul." Greg said looking at him skeptical.
"My lips are sealed."
"We have a deal," Greg held out his hand and they shook on it. Warrick turned and walked to the door leaving a very confused Nick behind him.
As he opened the door he looked behind him one last time and saw Greg pushing Nick down on the couch and beginning his reenactment of his scene in the video.
Nick so owed him one.
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"And that's when they got together." Warrick finished big grin.
Greg and the girls all began yelling at once.
"You swore you'd never tell anyone!" Greg punched Warrick in the arm.
"Greg was in a music video in a skirt and you never told me." Catherine shouted.
"You made out with Marilyn Manson." Sara yelled at Greg.
While Greg tried to deflect the girls questions Nick smiled at Warrick "I gotta thank you for that man, one of the best sexual experiences of my life."
"You owe me double now it seems."
"Actually that's not when we got together." Greg said ignoring Sara's glare at his dismissal of her.
"What!" three voices yelled.
"That's not when we got together." Nick repeated smiling at Greg.
"When then." Warrick frowned.
Nick and Greg shared a look both remembering the night they'd gotten together years ago.
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It was New Years Eve 2000. Nick was going to a mask party at a friend's house. Everyone got a mask at the door and was to wear it until the stroke of midnight, or else. While Nick thought the concept was a little cheesy he was still excited to be able to go out on New Years Eve with friends.
Nick arrived a little before 11, he was the last to arrive and was surprised to see how many people were there. The entire house seemed to be full of people. Nick slipped on his mask and sets off in search for the host.
He found him behind the bar mixing up a brightly colored drink.
"John this is a party not work people can get their own drinks." Nick jokes. John was a bartender at a Gay bar just outside of Vegas. It was Nick's favorite and he used to go at least twice a week before he made CSI 3 and his hours skyrocketed.
He and John had gotten to know each other and had bonded over their mutual dislike of the "flashy" bars in Vegas. They had kept in touch and tried to meet for drinks at least once a week now that Nick was to busy to make it to the club more then once or twice a month.
"Hello there stranger... did it occur to you maybe I'm making my own?" John all but purred.
Nick frowned surprised John didn't recognize him. "John, it's Nick."
"I know who you are..." John rolled his eyes. "The point of this party is to have fun and get to know a stranger. Not to go around trying to figure out who everyone is. Go out their find a hot guy ask him to dance and if he says no oh well he doesn't know you and you don't know him."
"Fine..." Nick sighed. He hated being the one to make the first move something John knew and frequently pushed him to get over.
Nick decided to have a drink before going out and testing his courage. He grabbed a beer and took a seat at the bar facing away from the makeshift dance floor.
He was surprised a few moments later by a tap to his shoulder and he spun around to see the bluest eyes he had ever seen. They practically glowed they were so blue.
"Hi" The blue-eyed stranger said smiling. He was wearing a pair of comfortably warn jeans and a bright blue tee-shirt the same color as his eyes. He had spiky black hair with frosted tips and pale smooth skin. "I uh don't usually do this sort of thing, but would you like to dance?" Blue-Eyes asked.
Nick stared at the man a bit surprised, it seemed like John was going around giving everyone prep talks to make the first move.
"Um yeah, sure." Nick drained his beer before grabbing Blue-Eyes hand and walking with him out to the dance floor.
Blue-Eyes smiled seductively at him before beginning to sway his hips to the music and grabbing Nick's shirt and pulling him closer until they were plaster together and then he started grinding himself against Nick.
Nick realized after a moment that the purpose of this dance was to get Nick heated up and wanting more. Well two could play that game...
Nick grabbed Blue-Eyes jean clad hips, spun him around and then pulled him back against him so Nicks groin was plaster against Blue-Eyes rear. Nick felt a shiver run through Blue-Eyes and Nick smiled evilly before begging to rub himself slowly against him to the beat of the music.
Blue-Eyes leaned his head back resting it on Nick's shoulders letting Nick take control and for a moment they just danced.
The moment was soon broken by Blue-Eyes who apparently had figured out his next move. He plucked Nicks hand from his hip and pressed it on his groin before forcing Nicks hand to rub is semi-erect shaft through his jeans.
Nick groaned and thrust hard against Blue-Eyes ass trying to get more fraction on his own erection. He squeezed and stroked Blue-Eyes hardening cock through the jeans until he was fully erect and thrusting forcefully again Nick's hand.
Suddenly it wasn't a game anymore and Nick was frantic with the need to come. Apparently Blue-Eyes was over come with same frenzy because he spun around and latched his mouth onto Nick's pulse point and began to thrust and grind himself against Nicks painfully hard cock. Nick moaned and grabbed his ass pulling him closer. He grabbed a hold of Blue-Eyes hair and pulled him up for a rough kiss.
Blue-Eyes nipped his lip and pulled away. "Want to take this somewhere more private?"
Nick pulled away grabbing Blue-Eyes hand and dragging him out of the crowd and down the hall, ducking into the first available room he could find.
"The laundry room." Blue-Eyes smirked.
"We can go back out to the party?" Nick offered moving toward the door
"No this is great. Now where were we." Blue-Eye's pounced attaching himself once more to Nicks neck leaving stinging kisses as he moved down his neck until he reached Nicks button down.
He looked at the shirt for a moment seemingly contemplating something before he pulled back grasped the shirt and ripped it apart.
"Hey" Nick mock complained. "I liked that shirt." He was more then a little turned on by Blue-Eyes action though.
"I'll pay you back." Blue-Eyes smirked.
"How?"
Blue-Eyes fell to his knees and reached for Nicks zipper. "How about this?"
"That seems like a fair trade." Nick choked out.
Blue-Eyes smiled big before he unzipped Nick and freed his throbbing hard-on from the tight confines of his jeans. Blue-Eyes trace the vein on the underside of Nicks cock once getting a strained groan from Nick.
Blue-Eyes looked up and they locked eyes for a moment before he suddenly leaned forward and swallowed Nicks dick in one suck all the way to the root.
Nick could feel Blue-Eyes throat contracting around the head of cock as he swallowed.
"Oh. Fuck." Nick groaned as Blue-Eyes slowly pulled back until only the head of it was still in his mouth. Blue-Eyes concentrated on sucking on the head only for a moment.
"so good... so good..." Blue-eyes pushed Nicks pants and boxers down to his knees and began to gently fondle Nicks balls. Nick saw white and almost came in a rush when Blue-Eyes tugged on them slightly.
"Ahh oh please suck me good. PleasePleasePlease." Blue-Eyes smiled around Nicks cock and sucked him back in again. His cheeks hallowed as he sucked as hard as he could while bobbing his head.
"Almost there... just a little...fuckfuckfuck" Blue-Eyes sucked Nick in as deep as he could and began to hum while gently squeezing his full sacks. All the stimulation did him in.
"I'm there oh GOD. Uh." Nick came he held Blue-Eyes head in place as he emptied himself into his throat.
Suddenly their was a cheer. Nick had just had his brains sucked out through his dick and for a moment thought it was for him; he looked about in alarm trying to find the people.
"Happy New Year" Blue-Eyes smiled.
"Happy New Year, guess that means we can take off the masks now?" Blue-Eyes nodded and they both pulled off their masks.
Nick was in shock by who he found standing in front of him.
"Greg?"
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"We met at a friends New Years Eve party." Nick smirked and shared a look with Greg.
"Everyone wore masks and at midnight we were surprised to see each other." Greg continued.
"You didn't recognize each other?" Catherine raised an eyebrow
"Greg had dyed his hair black and had these freaky blue contacts in."
"I wasn't even thinking it was a possibility that my... new friend... could be Mr. Texas Frat Boy." Greg defended.
"So what you took off your masks and were shocked." Warrick asked
"Not shock, surprised." Nick smiled.
"Surprised?"
"Surprised and..." Nick looked into Brown-Eyes smiling face. "Happy."
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