Title: Grissom Tells A Story
Fandom: CSI Las Vegas
Characters: Catherine, Nick, Jim, Warrick/Grissom
Rating: PG
Summary: Some people are always the last to know. Takes place pre “For Warrick” episode.
Catherine is playing hostess in a house of a friend instead of her home. Coffee is dripping in the carafe in the kitchen. Beer bottles are scattered on the coffee table. The bodies littering up the sofa and other seating arrangements in the living room are sprawled out in relaxation. Nick stares at Warrick, mouth dropping open, closing back up again when he remembers his mother has taught him better manners. The amusement factor is riding high, for Jim occasional snickering is heard throughout the room, his eyes darting over at Nick who seems unable to ask the burning question he desperately wants to ask.
“If I can find food other than stale blood and chocolate covered cockroaches in the refrigerator. Anybody wants me to make them something to eat?”
“Yuck,” Nick utters.
“I don’t think so, Catherine,” says Jim, snickering even louder.
“No thanks, Catherine,” Grissom says.
“I’m not hungry,” Warrick mutters.
“Okay, then. I’m getting a cup of coffee. Any takers?”
“I need something stronger.” Nick burns another hole in Warrick’s body.
Jim shakes his head and Grissom sighs. Nick will be jumping out of his skin soon or he’ll turn into a nervous twit. To put him out of his misery, Grissom leans over and gives Warrick a kiss on the mouth.
“That’s it. So unfair. I feel like I walked into OK Carrol earlier and now I’m seeing my own private version of Brokeback Mountain. Come on, guys. What gives?”
“You’re the investigator, Nick. What does the evidence tell you,” Jim says.
“I know what I see. I just don’t believe it.”
Warrick, who has been subdued up to now, laughs. He pushes his body up next to Grissom. Grabs Grissom around the shoulders and forces his head back to lie in his live and muscled arms. The kiss he lays on Grissom steams up the air. Makes Grissom groan like a teenager. Have Catherine Ooooing and Ahhhhhing. Jim is yelling, “Get a room, guys.”
Warrick sucks on Grissom’s tongue, then let loose, going deeper until Grissom thinks Warrick is going to crawl inside of him. He could feel his face flush to hot heat, a stirring of love, desire and great relief he arrived just in time. Warrick is alive.
The kiss ends in a loud smack. Warrick turns mischievous eyes onto Nick. “Believe it, Nicky. Your eyes are not failing you,” he says. Nick’s eyes are so big they are the size of quarters.
“When did you guys get together? Warrick, man. I mean, I never knew.”
“Well, Warrick isn’t exactly the poster child for gay pride.” Catherine sits down, her fingers gripping the bottom of a large coffee cup.
Nick’s face clear as the light comes on, “You knew?” he says, accusingly.
“Duh.”
“Hey, hey. I just found out,” Jim says. Nick shifts his accusation stare over at him.
“When?”
“Tonight.”
As all in the room know Jim and Grissom are best of friends, somehow this makes Nick smiles, probably has him feeling better that he isn’t exactly the last one to know. Nick relaxes against the seat, taking a sip of beer. A broad grin grows on his face.
Acceptance and Grissom thinks he and Warrick are lucky in so many ways. “We don’t advertise, Nick. It’s really no one’s business but I’m glad you and Jim know.” Grissom re-settles in his spot on the sofa as Warrick slides down to the floor straightening out legs. He lays his head in Grissom’s lap. Grissom unconsciously runs a hand through Warrick’s hair.
“You okay,” he asks his lover, looking down and adoring every single feature on his face, especially the very lovely and lively green eyes.
“Yeah. You gonna tell us about McKean?”
The End
Denial!fic Warrick is alive.
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