Title: Undercover
By: anmani
Pairing: Nick and Greg, special guest stars: Grissom and Warrick
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: They belong the CBS and not me.
Summary: This is an AU set between season 2 and 3. CSI lends a hand to an undercover operation in Miami.
A/N: I strayed to a site with Miami Vice slash and this story began to form in my head.
It is long and perhaps very much out of character, but I had to try. The story switches point of view throughout, I have tried to make this obvious by double spacing the paragraphs. Have fun and forgive me if I have messed up the grammar. This is one of my early stories and well something are perhaps brushed over too lightly.

Brass put the phone down letting out a deep sigh wondering what he'd just promised to the man on the phone. He braced himself and picked the phone up again.

"Grissom!" It was way past his shift and yet the man was still in.

"Hmm there's something I need to talk to you about." He was almost crushing the phone.

"Come on over Jim."

It didn't take long before he walked into Grissom's office carefully closing the door. Grissom was sitting at his desk with some pinned bugs spread out in front of.

"I received a new bunch from a friend."

He moved over to the desk still not quite ready to ask for the giant favor, so he started fidgeting with something on the desk. Grissom who rarely displayed emotions reached and covered his fidgeting hand with his own.

"What's up Jim?"

"Remember I've got family in Florida and one is a detective with Miami PD?"

"Yeah you mentioned it when we came across that alligator some years back." Grissom took of his glasses and started rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Well they got some trouble out there with some child pornography." He had sat down after Grissom practically shoved him into the chair.

"Why are you telling me this?" Suddenly he had a bad feeling about what Brass wanted.

"They have tried to get in to this group for the past two years three times, but their covers have been blow each time. He asked if he could borrow some of my guys." He noticed that Brass was now fidgeting with the armrest of the chair.

"Borrow?! As in you want me to go undercover?" He would never have expected Brass to ask this of him. They had always done small undercover jobs but never big ones like this obviously would be.

"Not just you. The basic idea is that for anybody to get in they need to be believable. Like a 'Sugar-daddy' with a couple of doting young men hanging around."

He stared in disbelief at Brass as the concept became clear to him. Brass still seemed extremely uncomfortable.

"You must owe him big time Jim." His mind was working overtime on how exactly to pull a job like that of.

"Well I get two of his men here undercover for the art/drug laundering we've been trying to get at for a while." He knew the headlines of that case and how important it had become to LVPD.

They sat back and discussed the larger details of such an operation, of making good background stories and acting accordingly. They decided that Nick and Greg and most likely Warrick too were to be his 'boys'. Both knew that Nick needed to get away from the aftermath of Nigel Crane stalking him. Greg was obvious because he could pass for a teenager still and he certainly had the wild ways of one. Warrick would make a good PA/long time lover for him. It was rather unnerving to talk about his staff like that but it had to be done. With the basics sorted they would spring it on them tonight.

Greg felt rather excited about being called into Grissom's office along with the CSI's and nobody else except for Brass. It did make the office seem small with all of them there.

"Brass has promised Miami to loan them 4 men for an undercover operation."

He really got excited figuring the reason he was in there was that he was going undercover.

"That'll only leave a skeleton crew here." Catherine stated the obvious.

"I know, but replacements have been approved so it should be ok." Was Brass' quick reply.

"Who's going?" Sara sounded very hopeful.

"Me, Warrick, Nick and Greg."

"Why us?" Warrick sounded worried.

"The job is to get inside a group that deals in child pornography and Miami PD has already tried unsuccessfully a couple of times. So this time they are going for the big setup. Grissom will be a 'Sugar-daddy' and you'll be his 'boys'. Each of you will be set up with false identities and you better learn them good."

Everybody reacted at once and all he knew was that he was going undercover with the three hot male CSI's.

During the following two weeks their new identities were created with help from a popular local gay stylist and some of the detectives accustomed to long term undercover jobs.

Grissom became Gil Keller with a North European background and big fat fortune inherited ages ago. He was into younger men and partying without a care for the future. He was given an Armani look and turned a few years older.

Nick became Nick Carter a true Texas cowboy and dressed according with hats, boots and the little leather string tie thing. He was mainly to be 'muscle' and he became 5 years younger.

Warrick became Warrick Peters and the multitasking PA who kept house and finances in order for his 'Sugar-daddy'. He was given the relaxed Versace look but stayed the same age.

Greg became Greg Johansen second generation Norwegian and only 17 years old; a teenager who had wanted the high life and therefore had sold himself unquestioningly to his 'Sugar-daddy'. His look became one for the catwalk in the class young and wild.

They each had a lot to learn:

Gil studied the Norse mythology and had Lady Heather helping with the 'Sugar-daddy'-style. It was easy enough for him to be protective of his 'boys' but the physical show of attention wasn't easy on him.

Nick worked out in the gym like a mad man and went to cowboy shows trying to get into the 'I've-been-sitting-on-a-bull-all-day' look. It turned out that walking in cowboy boots wasn't so easy and that touching other men left him blushing and unable to hold his mask.

Warrick got a crash course in cooking and PA work. He had it far easier than Nick with the intimacy. But he struggled somewhat with the art of making soufflés.

Greg barely ate before they left knowing that the thinner he was the younger he looked and he hung around for few high school parties to get back into a teenage-mind again.

Two days before their departure for Miami they all went to Lady Heathers place. There was to be a photo session staring Nick, Greg and Warrick. He looked bemused at his three younger subordinates for their individual sessions. Greg went first always so eager to please and discover new things and he had to admit that the young lab rat was a natural. Greg looked both young and innocent, but more important the pictures of him came out all sexy and hot. Warrick took it all in his calm unfazed fashion as if showing himself of like that was the most natural thing and the man looked real good. Nick was the worst; he was shy of the camera and couldn't get over why he was doing this. Eventually Greg decided enough was enough and took over the camera teasing and coaxing Nick into relaxing enough for a few photo's to be taken. Greg handed the camera back to the photographer and went to Nick to pose with him; making the shy Texan relax so much that their posing together became quite amazing. Warrick joined them and a after a few more shots the session ended with Nick and Warrick posing together.

Lady Heather had a most displeasing look on her face.

"Gil no one is gonna believe this. Nick is way too uptight and the only one real good is Greg."

"Well it's not something we do normally is it?" He sneered at her knowing perfectly well that he was to blame for this whole thing.

"Relax if you all do as I instruct for the next few hours we might be able to make some progress." She was never put out, always calm and on top of things.

"Ok boys we've still got some way to go. You've got to get the gay act going. So you're gonna do as I tell you for the next few hours and then we'll take a break."

"Besides humping one of them right now I don't think I can get any more gay." Greg flashed his big goofy smile at them all bouncing around all eager.

"Well I'm not worried about you Greg. It's the two stiffs I'm worried want be able to handle it." She pointed at Nick and Gil.

"What about me?" He felt completely overlooked almost jealous.

"Oh Warrick I don't think I need to worry about you, you know why already don't you?"

She was right as always, he had been around and his biggest apprehension to this was that it involved his friends. He was most worried about Nick never forgiving him if he kissed him.

"Yeah well legal and consensual has always done the trick for me." He saw the surprised look on Nick's face and the knowing approval from Greg. Gil just stared at him making him feel like a piece of evidence.

Lady Heather smacked his bum and moved over to Nick; who looked ready to flee the country.

"Since Gil is the center of this setup you all have to be confident around him. Meaning you touch and kiss and crave for his attention." Nick's eyes had grown wide and the deer caught in the headlights where hardly a fitting description any longer.

"Nick it's not that hard." She had put a comforting arm around his waist. "Besides Warrick have any of you been with a man before."

Greg nodded looking lost in memories and he wasn't really surprised to see the nod from his boss; Gil may not show his emotions but in the name of science he would go pretty far for sure. Nick on the other hand looked down and slowly shook his head.

"Not even a kiss or teenage experiments?" Lady Heather asked in a gentle voice and Nick kept shaking his head. He felt terribly sorry for his friend and knew that Nick had said yes because the man he admired the most had asked him to do this.

"Hmm I want to make sure that you're all comfortable with it before I'll let you go. Greg you seem to have this teenage act down pretty well why don't you show your 'Sugar-daddy' some attention."

Greg stepped up close to Gil and blinked purposely his thick lashes over the brown eyes before meeting Gil's lips with his own. Gil put hand in the small of Greg's back and the other found its way to the messy hair. He sighed at the sight of those two, he had always wondered what it would be like to have sex with the energetic Greg and now Greg was in a deep kiss with his boss.

"Very convincing Greg let's see if you can convince Nicky boy here too." She gently pushed a trembling Nick towards Greg.

"Nick remember it's because they are hurting children that we do this." He was surprised that Greg beat both him and Gil to say the one thing that would drive Nick through this ordeal.

"I know I'm just... I've never... ya know." Nick struggled to look at Greg. It didn't seem to trouble Greg who gently cupped Nick's chin in one hand.

"I promise I'll be good to you." Greg closed his lips over Nick's and gently embraced him. Everybody was looking at them and saw how Greg carefully made Nick feel comfortable in his embrace and how Greg slowly deepened the kiss making sure Nick followed him. Greg didn't stop until Nick had one hand on his bum and another playing in his hair.

"See it's just like any other kiss." Greg's voice was husky and Nick just nodded.

Gil turned to him: "So Warrick you're to be the little wifey?" He felt slightly awkward submitting to his boss' kiss and the other mans hands on his body. But he was being kissed by some one real good in the kissing game. They got interrupted by Greg the teenager jumping up and down next to them.

"My turn, my turn." He broke the kiss with Gil and looked into those brown eyes behind the thick lashes and let Greg have his way with him. For some one as young as Greg he had clearly tried a lot because he knew what he was doing.

"Warrick that boss of ours sure knows how to use his tongue." Greg whispered into his ear in a heavy petting attack on his body.

"Hmm I've always wondered what you be like though?" He was loosing himself in Greg and it felt as energetic and exhausting as he had imagined.

"Definitely not like Nick the Stiff, I feel real sorry for him. He's so cute." He nodded in response not trusting his ability to speak at the moment.

"Greg you've got me convinced! So down boy." Lady Heather called them back to earth.

"Come on shy cowboy you've got more kissing to do." She nudged Nick in the side and he slowly moved towards Gil.

"Remember what Greg said. None of us is going to hurt you." Gil pulled Nick closer and kissed him in a way that could only be described as sweet and careful.

"I'm not sure it's necessary for Warrick and Nick to be affectionate with each other. But it's up to you really." Lady Heather was looking at them. He knew that his friend was both upset and scared, normally Nick didn't mind being touched and with their normal banter it would probably be safer if Nick was comfortable kissing him too.

"I think that too much of our normal friendship would tell so we better be comfortable."

He took Nick into his arms and felt how his friend had resigned and more or less turned of his brain like a rape victim.

"Nick don't be so scared." He whispered and let go of Texan not even attempting a friendly pat on the back.

"Too much just too much." Nick's voice was thick and he stormed of to the bathroom when he released him. Greg slowly followed him.

He was splashing cold water in his face praying to God that nobody would follow him. He so desperately needed time alone. Greg kissing him had sent sparks flying through his brain and he had enjoyed it. How could he Nick Stokes the Straight enjoy being kissed by another man. He splashed more water in his face trying to reason with himself that he had done it because for a while he was going to be some one else. He was to be Nick Carter the Gay cowboy for a month or however long deemed necessary.

"It's not easy to kiss some one you're not interested in." He saw Greg's pretty face in the mirror. He jumped not so much by the question but more by him thinking Greg to be 'pretty'.

"Nick you did good. But in two days you can't panic." To his surprise he felt soothed by Greg's presence and reassurance.

"I know. You were right. I said yes because I wanna safe more children from getting hurt."

"You trust us right? Warrick's been your friend for ages and Gil's our boss and would never hurt you. I hate hurting other people, I always try to make everybody feel good."

"Hmm just give me minute Greggo." He needed to get a hold on some very unreal emotions before he went back into the mercy of Lady Heather.

Somebody had suggested that they should each be appointed a hero from a known tale or a god from some mythology. Grissom had suggested the Norse mythology and had also found the appropriate gods for them. He was to be Odin – king of the Gods. Nick was to be Thor – the thunder God. Warrick was to be Heimdall – the guardian of Asgard. Greg was to be Lofn – the Goddess of love and adultery. He had even found reproductions of Viking jewelry that portrayed these gods and each wore a cobber necklace with the appropriate God further more; all wore a traditional Viking wedding ring on their right ring finger. He hoped this would help complete his image as a 'Sugar-daddy'.

Two days later they boarded the flight to Miami on first class of course. During the more than 5 hour long flight Greg was fussing and fidgeting the whole time leaving Nick and especially Gil, who got the majority of attention, completely exhausted. Warrick was just sitting with a laptop doing PA work playing his part just as well as Greg played his.

The group was quite a sight to behold when they walked of the plane. Warrick and Nick flanked Gil while Greg literally ran around them in circles; like an eager puppy with out a lead on. Greg had been given a video camera and he kept filming them and all sorts of stupid details, in that way they could document a lot without arising suspicion.

A limo picked them up at the airport and took them to the house Miami PD had sat up for them. They knew nothing about the limo driver and kept up appearances in the limo as well.

At the house, with private beach access, they each had their own room upstairs.

Gil's was the biggest with a king size bed, with plenty of room for them all. Nick and Greg had two smaller rooms that had normal double beds and were decorated according to their covers. Warrick's room had a small office attached. All the bedrooms had a private bathroom. Downstairs there was a big kitchen with a dining area adjoining and huge living room with an abundance of couches. The pictures from their photo session were mostly hung in the living room but some of the most daring were in Gil's bedroom.

On arrival they each fled to their own rooms except for Warrick who went to the kitchen to make them some dinner. He removed the ring and the necklace with the Lofn-pendant and put them on the nightstand and turned on the stereo to let Marilyn Manson come blasting out of the speakers. He needed desperately to be himself just for an hour or so and threw his tired body down on the bed. He picked up the necklace and looked at the tiny figure and remembered his grandmother telling him about Lofn. She was the goddess of true love and often also young love. His grandmother had given him a collection of those stories in Norwegian and he had brought them with him to Miami.

He started to rummage around the well stocked kitchen and found ingredients for lasagna and salad, remembering that Greg was still on a very strict diet. Something above the fridge caught his attention and he did his best not to stare, he was convinced it was a surveillance camera and that had not been part of the deal, had it?

Once he had the lasagna in the oven and almost everything else ready he went up to Greg's room only to have his ears attacked by the loud music when he entered. Greg was lying on his back sleeping. He noticed the ring on the nightstand and the necklace in his hand and he laid himself down next to the sleeping boy, placing his mouth next to an ear.

"Greggo." He whispered well knowing that Greg could sleep through anything.

"Hmm."

"Greggo wakey wakey."

"Wh...what." Greg turned and looked into his eyes with confusion written all over his face. He moved so most his body covered Greg's tiny frame.

"I think I've found some surveillance cameras." He whispered under the loud music as he started a making out session with Greg.

"Shit there wasn't supposed to be any. That's why I got the camera." Greg's whispered into his mouth and then he felt Greg's eager hands all over.

"Hmm come into the kitchen and film. There's one above the fridge and I wanna know how many others there are." He managed as they broke the kiss for a breath of air.

"We have to warn Nick and Gil." He had thought the same and he also needed to attend to his cooking again. He reached and turned the stereo down.

"You know Greg the old man don't like us taking off our rings." He said pointing to the nightstand and got up. Greg got the point.

"Just took it of for getting a shower must have fallen asleep." He watched as Greg bounced off to the bathroom.

Gil entered the king size bedroom and not sure what to do he sat down on the huge bed. From there he took in the grandeur of the room; the stunning pictures of his 'boys'. The pictures in there were full nudes and he realized how beautiful they all three were. There was a series with Nick and Greg and the connection between them was hard to describe. He knew Nick had always responded well to Greg and his weird ways and it truly showed in this series as Greg came closer and closer to the last one where their naked bodies were fully entwined. He practically felt like a voyeur looking at that particular picture. He let his eyes wander to the rest of the pictures and above one frame he noticed something like a small lens. With a shudder he forced himself to continue his look around and noticed one more camera he knew this couldn't be good. There was a knock on his door.

"Come on in." Whoever it was he needed to find a way to tell about the cameras.

"Hey Greg turned up the music real loud and I didn't..." Nick trailed of and he needed to think fast.

"Why don't you come and have a shower with me Nicky?" He used his this-is-a-nonnegotiable-order voice hoping that Nick wouldn't freeze up.

"Ok." Nick's reply was hesitant and he kept his eye to the floor.

He got of the bed and went over to Nick and guided him to the bathroom. Nick felt rigid under his touch and his heart bled for the young shy Texan. He pulled him in for a short kiss in the bathroom and Nick responded only faintly to it. He broke the kiss and moved his mouth to Nick's ear so he could whisper as well play with and earlobe to make it look right.

"Nick there are surveillance cameras in here and it wasn't part of the setup." He felt Nick relax and return the affection.

"So we have to pretend 24/7?" Nick whispered and he was glad that his hearing had one of its better days. He nodded and started to undress a trembling Nick. It seemed to take him forever to get Nick under the running water but he needed the noise because he wasn't sure if there was audio-surveillance as well.

"Gr...Gil we have to tell the others." Nick whispered.

"Nick wash me and don't worry about them, they're far better at this than we are."

He saw the impact his order had on Nick but there was no time to walk on eggshells just because Nick was shy. He coaxed Nick through the bath session without demanding any real sexual favors that would have broken the young man for sure.

He showered quickly and did his hair up in an organized messy look and put on a pair of low riding jeans, so low he couldn't bend over without revealing the top of his crack. He put the ring and necklace on as well and then the video camera to film in the kitchen.

"Hey everybody this is the amazing Warrick cooking for us and umm I think we're the lucky Garfield's today getting la la lasagna. Ok I'm gonna show this fucking amazing house that Gil has gotten. Just take a look at this fridge it's the fucking biggest I've ever seen." He carried on commenting and filming the entire kitchen and finding an additional two cameras in there. He could feel his starving body crying out for food and he hated that he would only get an anorexic serving of the lasagna and would have to stuff himself with salad.

He filmed Nick and Gil entering the kitchen blabbing on to the camera all the time. He put down the camera on Gil's command and went up to his boss to shower him with kisses and to tell about the cameras.

"There're cameras watching." He whispered while attacking an earlobe and Gil just nodded.

"I noticed earlier." Gil whispered as he nuzzled his neck.

He filmed in the dining area and kept on talking. When they sat down for dinner none of the others said anything so he babbled about the rich and famous and all the rumors about them. Normally Warrick would've stopped him after two minutes but tonight they seemed satisfied with his endless speech. He couldn't help but notice that Nick's eyes kept on returning to his naked upper body; it freaked him out more than he would have thought. He couldn't care less that both his boss and Warrick were eating him up with their eyes but Nick; his straightest friend ever that was a huge surprise.

He was struggling hard to keep his mask. When he accepted this undercover job he thought it would be good for his career and he hoped to protect some children and he was the only cop; so at the time it seemed like a real good idea.

Now he wasn't sure he could last another hour. The photo session had been hard, the kissing session worse and the shower with Gil the worst. He knew that a 'Sugar-daddy' should have more than his hair washed when in the shower with one of his boys. But there was no way that he could ever go down on another man and now he was sitting here eating Greg with eyes. He liked Greg, always had, the goofy grin the boyish looks the easy nature. But he had never ever before thought of Greg as good looking let alone sexy. When he had come into the kitchen and seen Greg bouncing around filming wearing nothing but those insanely low riding jeans he had lost his mind; for some reason he found it incredibly exciting.

It worried him that there were a surveillance in the house that they hadn't been informed about and he wondered how powerful these people, that they had come to investigate, actually were. He sincerely hoped that it was Miami PD that was just being paranoid and had put in the cameras. But they weren't supposed to contact them for another two days.

It would probably be the two longest days of his life. He was having such a hard time putting on the gay act and yet at the same time he felt attracted to Greg and he was basically just scared shitless.

He hadn't have feeling like this for ages he hadn't even felt like this for Kristi. He and Greg had been friends ever since that crazy chemist had walked into the lab for the first time, but only friends. It was unnerving and he just sat and ate mechanically while Greg talked and talked.

He leaned back and looked at the three young men sitting around his table. Nick looked so uptight that he was sure talking to him would do him in. Warrick was calm and unreadable. He had always liked Warrick the young kid who had such a rough time in his earlier years and like Catherine he had struggled real hard to get where he was today. Greg reminded him of himself only he had never really been a party animal. But Greg was the only one capable of understanding him and his fascination of science. He guessed that was why Greg had accepted being experimented on from time to time.

He knew for sure that he could never do what Greg was doing at that table though. Greg talked and showed his body off like he didn't have a care in the world. Like Warrick and Nick he couldn't help gawking at Greg and it was good for their cover but it was messing up his mind and he could only wonder what it was doing to poor Nick.

"Ah what a lovely meal Warrick my dear. Nicky why don't you help him clean up and Greg my boy why don't you take your camera and follow me." He was trying hard not to bark his orders out like normal and he kept thinking how Lady Heather would do it.

With a babbling Greg he went upstairs and made him film the bedroom with the excuse that he wanted to remember how it looked before they were to inaugurate it.

Greg did as told and kept up his running commentary while he just made himself comfortable on the giant bed.

"Umm Gil you're sure looking delicious tonight." Greg commented as he moved the camera across the bed.

"Well I'm an old man so I might not be so playful tonight." He did indeed feel old and exhausted. Jim Brass owed him a favor the size of Alaska for this one if he made it home again.

"Hmm just want a cuddle tonight eh?"

Greg turned the camera of and put it down on a dresser and jumped onto the bed. He padded the bed next to him and Greg took the invitation without apprehension and cuddled up close to him and then it became quiet.

He looked quizzical at Greg and noticed his mouth moving and he really didn't need his hearing to butch right now. He adjusted Greg's head so he could read his lips.

"...so what do you think?"

"I didn't hear you Greg. I need to see you lips." He whispered into Greg's mouth and finished of with a kiss. Greg moved and laid his thin body on top of him and held his hands up to the sides of their heads in order to conceal their lips.

Greg had understood and mouthed: "I've located 5 cameras in here. Who ever is watching this place doesn't want to miss a thing. There are cameras every where downstairs and it seems to be the case up here too. Gil which of the pictures do you like the best?" He wasn't sure about the last sentence but he didn't like the number of cameras they had already discovered. Either it was a clumsy job or there were several more around.

"The series of you and Nick." He hoped Greg was able to read his lips. Greg looked at him nodded and adjusted himself into a comfortable position.

Nick helped him clear the table and start the dishwasher. He had noticed Nick gawking at Greg all night and wished that they could just sit down and talk freely, but no chance of that until they knew who was responsible for the cameras all over. Instead they just worked side by side cleaning up, something that they could do easily without blowing their precious cover.

"Come on Nicky we don't wanna take forever or else there won't be any fun left for us."

Nick just glared at him and he needed to think fast to stop Nick from saying something stupid.

"Hey buddy I know you hate flying but cheer up we made it safely to the ground again."

He gave Nick a friendly pat on the shoulder and motioned for him to go upstairs hoping Nick would get the idea.

"Yeah well I just feel so left out when that little boy gets so much attention all time."

"Hey we've both been there. I was totally jealous when you showed up and took him from me." Nick had gotten the idea and as they reached the open door to the master bedroom Gil beckoned them to come in and join him and Greg.

He was still guiding Nick and now he let him into the bedroom.

"Come here and help me fall asleep. My little boy here is already dead to the world." Gil said and pointed to the sleeping Greg on top of him. He stripped to his boxers and moved over to the bed and removed Greg's jeans to find nothing. Greg had gone commando. He looked at Nick just to make sure he hadn't bolted. Gil made sure he couldn't.

"Strip for me cowboy." Nick blushed but went over to the stereo and put on some music and started his strip show. He had seen better but Catherine had given them lessons so Nick's wasn't a dead give away.

It was more than strange to go to bed with three other people even if the bed was big enough for them all to sleep comfortably. They had moved Greg to lie next to Gil and Nick had taken the other side and he himself lay down next to Greg.

He reached over the two sleeping forms and got a hold of Nick's hand trying to reassure him that everything was going to be alright.

He took the offered hand from Warrick and squeezed it, he badly needed the comfort. Everything in his life was being turned upside down at the moment and he really needed to know that Warrick was still there to be his friend. He knew that he as the cop should be able to do this; instead he couldn't control his emotions and he was having the hardest time keeping his act together.

Warrick drifted off and joined the two others steady breathing and he felt alone, so alone that he couldn't hold back a few tears.

"The bathroom where's the bathroom?" He kept asking everybody around but they didn't say anything and he couldn't move his feet to go look for it himself. The pressure building in his bladder finally brought him to the surface, he swung his legs to get out of bed and hit legs, unshaved legs. Then last night settled in his memory and he carefully climbed over Warrick and headed for the bathroom, noticing with relief that the others were still in their underwear. They must have stripped him out of his jeans after he fell asleep, fell asleep in his boss' arms. After having relieved his strained bladder he retrieved his jeans and headed for the kitchen in desperate need of coffee.

He would have appreciated five minutes as Greg Sanders; but as long as they didn't know who was watching, that wouldn't happen.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when the doorbell rang. He couldn't even remember if he was allowed to open, but being young was always a good excuse.

"Hi we're Ellen and Mike Trent we're your next door neighbors. We thought we would just drop by and say welcome." They appeared to be in their late thirties and were dressed upper middleclass he guessed.

"Hi I'm Greg nice to meet you." He suddenly remembered wearing nothing but jeans and a bed hair and blushed.

"Sorry we didn't mean to wake you."

"It's ok but we only arrived last night and I'm..."

"Hello I'm Gil Keller and I'm the one renting this house." He introduced Gil to the neighbors; who invited them over for tea in the afternoon. Gil turned them down and told them that Warrick his PA would schedule a tea party with them later.

"Greg I think we should leave the door opening to Warrick." Gil mouthed holding his hands up so they again shielded their mouths to the cameras as much as possible. He nodded and kissed for affirmation. Warrick and Nick made their appearance and shortly after they had breakfast with everybody acting their part. He wasn't sure if Warrick and Nick knew about Gil's hearing problem and he was trying to come up with a way to tell them while running around being as much as a teenager as possible.

Eventually the chance offered.

"Is it ok if I go for a run?" Nick asked quietly.

"Can I go too?" He asked trying to mouth to Gil that the answer should be yes.

"Hmm just don't go too far and bring a cell will ya." Nick looked at the exchange between him and Gil; sighed and stood up.

"Come on Greggo let's get into some running gear. Don't wanna ruin those pretty jeans eh?" He was glad to hear Nick's normal jovial tone. Half an hour later he was struggling to keep up with Nick running in the heavy sand. He hadn't thought about the affect of his intense diet and collapsed without warning.

"Greg oh my God Greg are you ok?" Nick's voice sounded a mile of.

"They'll never forgive me if you're hurt." Nick sounded a bit closer. "Come on Greggo wake up." Nick was definitely closer now.

"Greg for Gods sake talk to me!" At Nick's desperate plea he opened his eyes.

"Thank God man you scared me." Nick was holding him in his arms.

"Nick Gil's hearing is bad. You must always let him see your lips." He whispered while clinging on to Nick for dear life.

"What?!"

"He's going deaf. But he can read lips." He was not in the mood for talking right now; he was light headed and tired.

He couldn't believe Gil was going deaf, that would be more trouble as if they didn't have enough already. Greg was loosing conscience and he realized that the rapid weight loss was why he had blacked out. He scooped Greg up into his arms and carried him back to the house, shocked by how light his burden was. He had no control over the words spilling from his mouth: "Greg baby I should've known. I should've realized how fragile you are. I should've known how much I love you." The confusion in his mind was taking over and he wished he was in Las Vegas and everything was business as usual.

"What have you done?!!" Gil yelled at him when he stepped into the living room with Greg in his arms.

"He blacked out, he ought to eat more!" He made sure his boss could see his mouth.

"Well I like him thin." Gil countered glaring at him.

"What good is that gonna be if it kills him?" He felt the tears well up and did nothing to hide them.

"Put him on the couch and we'll get some water into him. He just partied too much yesterday." Warrick was surprisingly good at the mother/PA act.

But Warrick's words brought back a confession Greg had made in front of them all; that he as a teenager had tried ecstasy and just to be sure had cooked it himself. Apparently he and two of his friends had wanted to test the effect of cocaine, marihuana and ecstasy; to do that they had locked themselves in a room with a video camera and taken the drugs. Greg told how super horny he had become and that he had partied for more than 10 hours before coming down and that his temperature had gone up into the danger zone. What they had seen on their video and felt on their bodies made them decide to never ever do that again. Lady Heather had plainly stated that if Greg could behave like that, he would have a good act going. Greg's dedication to this wasn't really a surprise; Greg never did things by half. He just sat there on the floor next to the couch that he had gently lowered Greg onto and fell; fell in love with Greg.

It took him a while to remember how much water Greg had drunk in the past 24 hours. It had clearly not been enough and he was responsible for that. He was the one taking care of their diets and he had been instructed over and over again that Greg should be monitored closely because technically he was too thin.

The relief he felt when Greg came round and started to drink was immense.

"Take it easy Greggo. You're not Superman." He held Greg's head up to make it easier for him to drink the water he was offering him.

"I know you like our cowboy but you should save some energy for later." He cast a glance at a crying Nick and wished that some one would sweep them up and dump them at home this very second.

Gil was angry and the only one strong enough at the moment was him, so he caught quite an earful about not having fed Greg properly and not having unpacked everything.

"Gil it won't happen again. Let me take care of him for now. I'm sorry. I'll come up and unpack when I've got some water into him. I'm so sorry Gil it's all my fault. Please forgive me. I was just so excited about coming here that I forgot. I'm sorry Gil." He had interviewed enough submissive wives over the years to know how to act accordingly.

Satisfied that both Greg and Nick were okay he went upstairs to unpack and found Gil sitting on the giant bed looking at the series of photos with Greg and Nick in them.

"They look amazing together Gil." He said as he sat down next to his boss; momentarily forgetting the confession from him earlier. He turned to repeat his words but Gil nodded.

"I couldn't bear it if any of them got hurt."

"I know..." He was cut short by Gil's mouth on his and he surrendered himself like any good submissive spouse would.

His head slowly came to a halt and he got his bearings back. Nick was sitting on the floor watching him through bloodshot eyes. Warrick and Gil was nowhere to be seen.

"Hey you're back."

"What happened Nicky?"

"You blacked out when we went running baby." He felt warm all over by Nick's choice of words, act or no act.

"Where's?" He made a few gestures with his hands and Nick answered before he could finish.

"Upstairs unpacking. Warrick got quite an earful over this." Nick was kneeling next to him and he could feel him stroking his hair.

"Are you tired baby?" He was mostly hungry but Nick's attention to him actually made him horny, but he really didn't want to force Nick into anything.

"Hmm a bit. Too much partying lately I guess." He was looking into Nick's tormented eyes and ignoring his desire to kiss Nick.

"Better put you to bed again. I thought I heard something about going out tonight. You better be fresh for that." Nick picked him up and carried him upstairs. He despised being so small and light, it did nothing for his masculine confidence at all. But he didn't mind being in Nick's arms, not that he would ever tell Nick that.

Nick tucked him and turned to leave.

"Don't go Nicky. You know I don't like sleeping alone." He was pleading well knowing that Nick couldn't turn him down if he wanted to keep up the cover story.

"You're not getting any. You need to rest or he'll tear me a new one."

"Would that be so bad?" He cuddled into Nick's arms and drifted off.

"Warrick go get the camera."

He wanted to keep this moment for later. Warrick did as told and returned without disturbing the memorable moment of Nick wrapped protectively around a sleeping Greg. After Nick's reaction to Greg kissing him compared to when he did it; he knew that there were some pretty big feelings hiding in the Texan for the little skinny lab rat.

They left them to sleep for a bit longer and went to the kitchen.

"Are you ok with it Gil? I mean Nick giving your new toy all this attention."

"Hmm don't know. But it's kinda cute to see my shy Nicky like that."

"What if they elope?" He could only admire Warrick for picking up on how to handle things so fast.

"They like the money too much. I'm not bad am I?" He had pushed Warrick way to far earlier and needed some kind of reassurance that everything would be alright once they returned to Vegas.

"No you're not bad at all. In fact you're the kindest man I've ever met."

"You're just saying that because you want a new laptop." He had never been good at banters and was struggling hard to keep up with Warrick. He knew that Warrick and Greg had their covers under control and all he had to do was to attach himself to Warrick to get through.

"Nah but it would be nice if we could get a car today. I hate depending on others for transport."

"Sure, leave a note for the boys and call us a cab."

Two hours later they returned with a brand new black Mercedes Benz ML500 with a 5.0L V8 pumping under the hood. He had felt strange spending so much money on a SUV, but it had to be posh for their cover and the bill ended up elsewhere.

Before they left for Miami a dinner date had been set up, with their contacts at Miami PD, for tonight. He silently prayed that their colleagues were behind the cameras, they could all do with a break. Especially because in two days they were to attend a promotion party for a porn magazine produced by some of the people they were meant to observe.

The restaurant was on the seaside and the menu of course seafood; their contacts were two men his own age, supposedly college friends. Miami PD took responsibility for 28 cameras which were unconnected. He had told his 'boys' before going that if the number didn't match they wouldn't tell. Because it would have Miami PD wanting to go over the house and that would most certainly blow their cover. They had found 32 cameras.

The following two days were spent shopping, meeting the neighbors and getting acquainted with the city. But most of all they worked hard on keeping their cover intact.

They made quite an entrance at the party. Greg was in those absurd low riding jeans and apart from flip flops nothing else. Nick looked like he was on his way to a square dance complete with hat and boots. Warrick wore a white silk shirt unbuttoned to the waist and a pair of cream pants. Gil wore a classic dark suit with a blood red silk shirt.

The whole room ate Greg alive with their looks and he felt a sudden pang of jealousy. Greg just enjoyed the attention and was all over the place all time only now and again reigned in by Gil. Warrick and he just stayed nicely put close to their 'Sugar-daddy', whom everybody seemed interested in meeting.

"Mr. Keller can I borrow your Cowboy for the night?" The question came from their host.

"Mr. Bloom my Cowboy is rather shy. He may not look it. Besides I'm the only one who's ever had him. It would demand an extremely good reason for me to let him go elsewhere." Gil tightened the previous light grip around his waist, pulling him as close as possible.

"Well it is custom to share amongst us elders." Mr. Bloom huffed.

"I am very well aware of that. My two other boys are quite a different matter." He wanted to bolt and make sure Greg got out of harms way.

"Hmm Mr. Keller boys like that come along all the time. Your Cowboy however he's quite rare and he looks delicious." Mr. Bloom sounded more disappointed than annoyed.

"I know and I'm proud of him. But he stays with me." Gil was adamant and was now focusing solely on him. Greg must have overheard.

"Gil can I take Nicky dancing? Please!" Greg's body was writhing to the music and he had his head tilted to one side in the most endearing way.

"Don't loose him. Understand?" He had never heard his boss so protective before, it felt weird.

"I'll bring him back in one piece and fit for play later on." Greg did a small lap dance on Gil's lap and punctuated each word by a kiss somewhere on Gil's face. He could feel his boss giggling as he was released from his firm grip.

Greg led him on the dance floor and he didn't really know the song playing, but it was the best he'd ever heard. Maybe because he was enclosed in Greg's arms and their hips pressed so hard together that he could easily feel the hard cock against his thigh under normal circumstances Nick Stokes would have fled the room. But it was so comfortable being held by Greg and he felt himself grow hard.

"Umm Nicky don't make promises like that." Greg's tongue was using his ear for a play ground and it felt so unbelievable good. He pressed closer to Greg and returned the 'favor' to one of Greg's ears.

"No...promises...glad...you...saved...me." For the very first time in his life the idea of being intimate with another man felt really good.

"Wow Mr. Keller your Cowboy doesn't seem all that shy around you boy toy." Mr. Bloom stared in awe at the two men dancing.

"Hmm Greg has tried ever since I let him in to get Nicky alone. But it'll never happen. Nicky can't without me present." Gil leaned back and his arousal came into clear view. He had seen everything he thought, but he just added another thing to the list: His boss with a hard on caused by Nick and Greg dancing like that.

"What do ya say old man we go join them?" He stood and made his invitation to dance clear.

"Well not for long, we should be leaving soon anyway. I have a few calls to make later on." Gil took the offered hand and nodded politely to Mr. Bloom. He had seen Gil dance before and trusted him with the leading.

"Warrick my ears are killing me all I get is loud static and the bass." He had seen Greg do it often enough and placed his hands to conceal his lips for anybody but his boss.

"Ok let us go home. Just need to find Nick and Greg." He mouthed.

He got eye contact with Greg and mouthed: "Time to go." Greg nodded and maneuvered through the crowd to them.

"Mr. Bloom thank you very much for inviting me and I'm so sorry I have to go. But I have some rather important phone calls to make overseas."

"Mr. Keller my pleasure will we see you at the Montage II opening?" Knowing that Gil couldn't hear a damn thing he stepped in and did his PA job.

"Mr. Bloom I believe we will. It's Josh Banou's latest works right?" He was grateful for thorough research.

"Yes and his partner Steve has promised us that they will outdo his earlier works by miles."

"Well I know that Mr. Keller has been looking into buying something new and Josh Banou has done some very fine pieces earlier."

After infinite amounts of polite exchanges they left.

"Why don't we go swimming?" Greg jumped out of the SUV and headed for the beach before any of them had a chance to object.

"Sounds like a good idea." He needed to wash of the insults of the evening and they could talk undisturbed out in the ocean. He followed Greg and motioned for Nick and Gil to follow. Greg was in the water long before any of them started undressing.

He didn't fancy the idea of going in the water with his already painful ears, but they needed to talk out of earshot for anyone. He sighed at his own thoughts and stripped of his clothes leaving them in the pile started by Greg's jeans. He hadn't really thought of Greg as all sex before, but those jeans and his behavior made it hard not to.

Bracing himself for the pain the water would no doubt inflict on his ears he jumped in and felt the sharp stinging as the water met with his ears. He broke to the surface and heard Greg's chatter; for once the most welcoming sound he had ever heard.

"Hey Gil!" Greg mouthed.

"I can hear you so just keep talking." He saw Warrick and Nick struggle to keep a straight face.

"Well compared to the static I've heard for half the night Greg's voice is beautiful." He intended to send them laughing; he was beginning to enjoy his role, it gave him freedom.

They exchanged what they had seen and heard at the party. Greg had the most to tell and he realized just how tenacious his young lab rat was. Warrick had made contact with other PA's and he himself had got a good deal out of Mr. Bloom.

"I'm useless I hardly saw anything."

"You're not useless Nick. People saw you and you attracted some important people and that will come in handy later." He needed to make Nick feel relevant or else he would soon have a loose canon.

"If the unidentified cameras are being watched by somebody from the party we owe them a big show." He couldn't argue with Greg on that one.

"You're right Greg. You were all over Nick and I told Mr. Bloom that I just love to watch my boys. Besides the tension between the two of you was quite a turn on." He saw Nick's eyes grow to the size of saucers.

"Wh...what?"

"Nicky I'm just human. I know I normally pretend not to be. But the circumstances dictate for it. Can you handle being with Greg tonight?" He was certain that things could never go back to normal.

"Nicky we don't have to go all the way. If I keep up my full steam ahead till I collapse act, you can stop me at any time. We just agree on a keyword. Gil will be watching and dictating but if we agree on what is to happen now then it won't be so bad." Greg's word seemed to comfort Nick enough for him to nod in agreement.

"So do you think you could handle me going down on you?" Greg asked as if he was asking what kind of milk to buy.

"Hmm yeah but what if I can't..."

"Nick you can always fake coming as long as I got you in my mouth. You just throw a muscle spasm."

"What I... I don't know what to say."

"Nick a keyword or stop word if you like. I'm thinking Lofn. Are you ok with that?"

"Lofn as in the goddess?" Nick had calmed down considerably.

He sent Warrick off to get them towels and he took a few strokes away from the two others. They were indeed good looking and he was beginning to think that Nick was falling for real for Greg. That could become a problem at work if they acted on it. He had seen the crush Greg had developed from day one on Nick. On the other hand it would be good for Nick to have somebody to love.

Warrick came back with the towels and they swam in to get dry and put on the show.

He ushered Nick and Greg in front of him, leaving Warrick to bring up the rear carrying all their clothes. Upstairs in the bedroom he started his commands still only wearing a towel around his waist.

"Greggo I want you to show Nicky a good time."

Greg sat Nick down on the edge of the bed and began kissing the Texan all over.

He sat down in the chair that Warrick got for him.

Greg slowly kissed a trail of wet from Nick's neck and down over his chest making play of the nipples as he went along. Nick was hitching for his breath and his hands were crumbling the sheets underneath him. Greg continued further down and was now kneeling in front of Nick.

He felt the heat rise in his own body as he watched the two naked young men before him.

The care and attention that Greg showed Nick made him wish that his first time had been with some one like Greg.

He was clutching the sheets as hard as possible not trusting his balance at all. Greg was kissing nipping licking all over him and it felt so fantastic. It was rare for him to let go and just enjoy, but Greg made it so easy. His entire focus was on what Greg was doing to him. Only a few of the women he had had sex with over the years, had paid much attention to his nipples, so only now did he realize how sensitive they were. The intensity of Greg's tongue drove him ever nearer his climax and he had gone into tunnel vision, his world only consisted of Greg.

Greg kneeled before him and he felt the young mans tongue dip into his bellybutton and it sent a tickling sensation through his whole body. Then the amazing tongue moved on and he grabbed even harder at the sheets for balance. He almost felt like passing out when Greg closed his mouth around his cock. He bucked his hips involuntarily for more friction, but Greg put one hand on his hip and lightly pushed him down. He was so close to coming now and Greg sucked so hard and that tongue exploring his over sensitive head and then all thought were replaced by the orgasm. His entire body shuddered from the muscle spasms and he could still feel Greg's mouth helping him emptying his cock.

His vision slowly returned and he saw Gil moving towards them. Greg pushed him back onto the bed with one hand, while the other was behind his back. Then it dawned on him that Greg had that other hand up his ass. He knew it was supposed to be a fantastic thing, but Greg had been doing it to himself while performing a blowjob.

Greg crawled on top of him and offered his ass to Gil. He was trying to grasp this, but his brain was still too fried from his orgasm. Greg kissed him on the mouth and he kissed back tasting Greg mixed with his own cum and he wanted more, more Greg.

Greg yelped and he looked up into brown eyes with pupils so dilated that they appeared black.

"Oh fuck me Gil. Fuck me good and fuck me long." Greg moaned between kisses. He felt the panic rising in him when he realized that Greg was sandwiched between him and his boss. Greg must have noticed because he felt the firm grip on his cock and knew he wasn't going anywhere soon. He refocused on Greg and saw the pleasure written all Greg's face. Greg whispered reassuring words and kept stroking his cock and he soon gave into Greg all over again. He came again seconds after Greg came.

"My good little boy go wash up and take Nicky with you." Gil panted in a very low voice.

Greg pulled him up and dragged him of to the bathroom adjoining his own room.

"Greg sleep in your bed tonight I'm tired." Gil ordered as they left the master bedroom.

"Wow. You're good." He had no idea what to say to Greg. He wanted to tell that even Nick Stokes would be interested in what Greg Sanders might be able to do to him.

"I've heard that before. And you know I've got plenty more on the repertoire." Greg planted a finger on his lips indicating for him to stay silent till they had the water running. He was trying hard to find the best way to go about this.

"Greg was it all just for the show?" He whispered as soon as they were under the spray.

"Nick I would never hurt you." Greg panted as he tried to wriggle out of his arms.

"You keep saying that and then you kiss me like there's no tomorrow." He was getting stubborn and he really just needed to know.

"I'm tired." After the simple statement Greg slumped in his arms. It pissed him of that Greg was going to dodge his question like that. But he knew that Greg must be exhausted and the steady heave of the skinny chest next to his own only confirmed that. He supported Greg while washing them both. It took him nearly half an hour before he could crawl into bed next to Greg.

They reported their findings to Miami PD the following day. After the Josh Banou exhibition they were accepted as a part of the group and the following three weeks passed with collecting information and reporting their findings to Miami PD.

The 4 cameras unaccounted for was still a mystery and they kept the steam up in the bedroom as well. Whenever they met photographers or painters an offer to portray Nick came up. The answer was always no and often it ended with Greg posing for the artist instead.

Miami PD had been able to build the case against most of the people involved except for two key players. All they needed now was get close enough so the final pieces of the case could come together before any arrest would be made.

Warrick spent a few days setting up for them to throw a big party with the two key players invited. Everything went smoothly along and all the desired guests showed up.

After three hours their opening came.

"Mr. Keller I would love to have your Cowboy in one of my films." Mr. Key player one stated.

"On one condition that he only has sex with my Greggy boy." He felt the earth shake when he heard his boss' words.

"Your skinny little teenager? Not my style. I was planning on an alternative 'Kindergarten Cop' and he's a bit to old for that don't you think." Mr. Key player one looked at Greg with open disgust.

"Take it or leave it. I'm very particular about my cowboy. The other two... well that's a different matter." For the first time in weeks he wanted to bolt. After the blow job Greg had given him he had found himself more relaxed and had been able to deal with the whole intimacy thing much better.

"Hmm maybe your black boy wouldn't be so bad as a 'Kindergarten Cop'." He felt the nausea rising in his guts.

"When did you want to film?" Gil was wearing his I-never-show-emotions face and he guessed he wasn't the only feeling sick because of this conversation.

"How about tomorrow? I have everything set up. Unfortunately my leading man... Let's just say he's having an allergic reaction."

He listened as they agreed on tomorrow for as long as he could, before he excused himself and found the bathroom. He tried every trick in the book to prevent himself from vomiting, but nothing worked.

"My poor Nicky." Greg's voice comforted. He came up with some lame excuse about having eaten something not good for his stomach. Greg held him and helped him clean when the vomiting stopped. He barely registered Warrick and Greg talking until Warrick lifted him up and carried him to bed.

While Nick slept they were busy coordinating with Miami PD for the events of the next day. The party guests had left shortly after Nick had been put to bed.

They showed up at the studio on time and soon after the filming began. Warrick prayed that the bust would go down before any action between him and any of the kids were due. Nick kept running to the bathroom to throw up and Greg sat on Gil's lap hoping that if focused on his boss, he wouldn't have to think about the faith intended for the children present.

The door was busted in.

"Miami PD!"

From there on everything was chaos for 15 minutes. Then those unharmed were brought to the police station.

It wasn't until six hours later that they got debriefed and was taken back to the house to pack. The operation had been a huge success thanks to them and their engagement. They packed in silence. None of them had the courage to break the silence and force the discussion of 'what if' on the table.

He had avoided answering Nick's question ever since 'falling' asleep in the shower. He had wanted Nick so bad for so long and all this had only increased that desire. But how could he tell Nick Stokes that he had fallen in love with him. He knew that they had to have the 'talk' real soon.

"Nick are you done packing?" He was leaning against the door frame not daring to enter Nick's room without an invitation.

"Almost." Nick kept working on fitting clothes into the suitcase on the bed.

"Do you want your answer?" He remained at the door.

"What answer?" Nick didn't turn away from his packing.

"To why I kissed like there was no tomorrow." Nick froze at his words.

"I didn't want tomorrow to come. I wanted that kiss to last forever. I fell for you a long time ago." He had said it, the words were out and could he just please have a black hole to be absorbed by.

"Greg... I... I had no idea." Nick finally broke the silence and turned towards him.

"Well now you know." He was falling apart inside.

"You made me feel something... that I... haven't felt in a long time." Nick's eyes had tears in them and he desperately wanted to know what they meant.

"Do you hate me?" He cursed himself for his need to know. If he had left it, it would have been some real good memories.

"God no Greg don't you ever think that." The tears were overflowing in Nick's beautiful dark eyes.

"Do you want me Stokes?" He wanted to move but felt rooted to the spot.

"As a lover or as a lifelong companion?" Nick's voice was trembling and finally his feet obeyed. He took Nick in his arms.

"As much as you can handle Nicky." He kissed him to confirm the words.

"Greg I have no idea how to do this. I don't even know where those feelings came from." Nick was crying freely by then.

He was waiting for the foursome he had sent of more than a month ago. They had been praised by the Miami PD to the skies for their work and he was relieved that they had all made it. Grissom had called to let him know when they came back and that he owed them a favor the size of Alaska at least. He was taken aback when he saw them. They were all dressed in their undercover outfits and Greg looked way too small for his own shadow. He was sure that something had changed in them, but he couldn't quite put his finger to it.