Passionate embrace.
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Love, what is love if it's not an emotion, is it a heartbeat that flickers between two souls?
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Greg Sanders stood apprehensively in front of Grissom and Brass. "Sir, the evidence is on its way to trace now. Hodges is analysing the fragments."
Grissom nodded at Greg, whilst Brass gave the young forensic level two a sure confident smile… "Hey Sanders, congratulations by the way, level two."
"Thanks" Greg replied as his cheeks produced a flush. "Is there anything else?"
"No Greg, go home, you've earned the spare time, good work"
"Thanks Boss"
Three hours later.
Sitting down in a bar, Greg smiles warmly at the bar tender, as she approaches him from behind the bar.
"What you having?"
"Bud light"
"Coming right up Sir."
"Thanks" Greg replies as he watches the woman walk towards the fridge.
After paying for his beer, Greg stares into the bottle, ignoring the thumping of the music… Normally his sort of music, but tonight, right now he had other more serious matters on his mind…
Three hours later.
Finally finishing work, two hours and twenty minutes later, a crabby Catherine Willows and an exhausted Nick Stokes leave the main CSI building.
Glancing down at her phone, Catherine notices a voice message. Quickly listening to it, she smirked, finally cheering up.
"So, fancy a beer?" Catherine asked Nick, as she walked nearer to her parked car. "I could do with some down time, man did that case suck!" Ruffling her hair she continues, "Who would've thought that the butler did it!"
"Well…" Nick responded half-heartedly.
"Nicky come on, just one, you never know who you might meet"
"Cath! I do not want to meet anyone thanks! Not after…"
"What, come on Nick how long has it been?" Catherine enquired hedging her bets, "what two months? Three months? A year…"
"Just drop it Cath, if you keep on at me I'll go straight home!"
"Aww, Nicky, you're an angel. A total ladies man!"
Smirking at her Nick Stokes closed the passenger's door. Clicking the belt into place Nick grinned at Catherine as she turned on the engine "Yeah, I'm a real ladies man me!" He sniggered.
Thirty minutes later.
"Cath, where are we going?"
"Ah, Stokes you see."
"Catherine!" Nick warned her, glaring at the blond haired mature woman.
"What, looking at me like that wont get you far" Catherine replied, as she clicked on the indicator, her car turning right.
"So, Cath, where are we going…? I am tired; I have not slept in what could be three days; my body has forgotten what that feels like… So please-" Nick began to wine.
"Ah save it Stokes for someone that cares… We're here!"
Catherine manoeuvred her car into a parking spot.
"Behold Nicky, the place called a bar… Where, not only food, but also for a small, some of money you can also buy a beverage of your choice… Come on you'll enjoy it!" Catherine insisted as she unclipped her seatbelt, taking her keys, opening the door.
"Why do I feel like I'm being set up?" Nick replied as he slammed shut the car door.
Her face fell. "Niickky, would I ever do that?" Catherine replied.
"Since you started going out with Warrick, yeah, yeah you have… Remember how you set Hodges and Wendy up?"
"Nick" She sighs, "I'm hurt, really I am…," she said as she gave him a grin. "What? Love can't stand a chance with Mr Grumpy about."
"I'm not Mr-"
"Come on Nick, stop stalling, you will love this bar!" Catherine replied as she pushed the mature CSI analyst past the open doorway….
"So Greg, tell me about this Nick!"
"Cute. Handsome…"
Laughing aloud at his brief description of his well co-worker, Clara grins, glancing at the deserted bar.
"Greg, what does he look like?"
"Tall, handsome, has the deepest brown eyes you can swim in. Very cute butt…"
"Ok!"
"Why?"
"He's here."
"No he's not, Clara, this is a gay bar."
"He is"
"Is not!"
"Look."
"No!"
"Greg, look he is here… So is this really hot woman, tall, blonde hair, cute ass, looks like she could take any man or woman down…"
"W…What?" Greg replied spattering his beer out. Gently resting the bottle on the table, he glares at the bar tender and his other best friend. "Clara, you've got to help me, they… He can't see me in here!"
"Why not?" She asks.
"Because… I'm not out, not like I can stand up in a crowded room at one of Grissom's pep talks shouting out, by the way, I love anal sex!"
"Greg, honey, listen… This bar isn't full of men or women…" She watches as Greg begins to hyperventilate….
Looking around the bar, Nick shakes his shoulders in doubt. "I don't know Cath, seems a bit dead to me…"
"So, good place to unwind." Smiling, she turns to Nick. "Shall we go to the bar? What would you like to drink?"
Spotting the mens' rest room Nick replies "be back in a second…"
"Clara… What's -"
"Well lookie here, Greg Sanders… Fancy bumping into you… In a gay bar!" grinned Catherine.
"Why Cath… why?" Greg replied as a second bout of hyperventilation setting in. Breathing faster than normally, Greg starts to feel his fingers becoming numb.
"Breath Greg…its fine!"
"No…not…fine….Have…to…leave-"
All three people turn, as they hear and see Nick Stokes stumble his way from the gents' rest room.
"Oh my god!" Greg manages to reply, as Catherine darts towards the fallen man. Realising that this was his chance at an escape, Greg unevenly swings his body off the stool….
"Nicky are you ok?"
Standing straight, Nick with a glares stares at his friend, co-worker and part time matchmaker… "Catherine!" he barked at her.
"What?" she replied grinning at the Texan.
"You…this place, has a …." Nick stops, trying to process what he has found, when a movement catches his attention.
Glancing at the bar, he sees Greg, drunkenly trying to walk away, well stagger away...
"Greg?"
Feeling as if he had his hands caught in the cookie jar, Greg Sanders stands still, his head pounding from the booze, willing his body to stand still…"N… Nick!"
"What? What is going on here?" Nick demanded, gaping from Catherine to Greg … and back to Catherine again.
"Hmm, well…"Cath spluttered, realising that the plan had gone very wrong…
"Will someone tell me!" yelled Nick. "Did you know any of this?" Nick points accusingly at Greg.
"Who me?" he replied in surprise.
"Yes you! Who else! Santa clause?"
"Nicholas James Stokes don't bring Santa Clause into this…" Catherine retorted, gaping at Nick uneasily.
"So whose fault is it then Catherine Anne Willows!" snarled one hungry, tired Nick stokes.
"Look," Catherine mutters finally, "just sit down, have a drink with Greg, I'll buy the round… two friends…"
"Cath!"
"Catherine…"
"What?" She glances between both Nick and Greg. "What, Greg I know your bisexual, Nick, I love you like a brother I really do, but your single and I know you like men…"
"Shut up!" Nick growled.
"NO I won't!" Catherine replied feeling furious. "I've seen the way you two look at each other." Indicating at Nick, she continues, "The way you linger onto everything Greg says…" She turns towards Greg, "you, the way he has influenced who you are today…"
"Excuse me!" Greg states, as he swings his arms about, "he has not influenced me at all…"
"That's crap Greg and you know it!"
"Like how?" Greg demanded.
"Please, the way you used to read 'Surf and Sands', then what Greg? You decided to read one of Nick's favourite magazines about cars!"
"So, what can I say he has great taste?"
"Thanks Man…" Nick replied.
Catherine, not giving up, continued, "What about putting pile cream on your acne Nick?"
"What are you saying Catherine?" Greg whispered, as he began to feel rather hot. Hot and drunk.
"Boys, really, that you're both clever smart men… But thick as shit!"
Spontaneously both men glared at Catherine.
"Damnit!" She swore under her breath. "Look, we know that your discouraging record with women Nick isn't all that good…"
Not liking what he was hearing, Nick could only do one thing, he fearfully glanced at Greg, who gazed back…
Walking towards Nick, Catherine lightly touches his shoulder.
"Trust Me," She whispered.
Feeling like a fool, Nick blushed, as he felt the slender hands of Catherine leading him to where Greg stood.
"Hey Greg."
"Hey Nick"
"Aww" gushes Catherine Willows, "see it's not that hard now is it… Oh before I go, just well, talk and give each other a go…"
Smiling as if she had won the lottery, Catherine gave the men a last wave, and then she disappeared leaving Nick and Greg alone….
Four hours later…
Stumbling up to his front door, Greg giggles as he turns around.
"Come in" Greg said to a drunken Nick Stokes. Rummage in all of his pockets for his keys, he finally finds them in his jean front pocket.
Bumbling their way into his apartment in one piece, Greg catches Nick as he slides down the wall…
A few moments later, the maladroit pair staggered their way towards Greg's bedroom…
"Need sleep," Greg declares.
"Need you… sleep…?" Nick slurred.
Feeling hands upon his jeans, Nick let out a low groan. Giggling Greg unzipped his jeans. "Step out… them"
Feeling dizzy, Greg closed his eyes.
Flummoxing down onto the bed, Greg patted the space next to him…. "Come sleep… Later for love… sex…."
Glancing down at the body of an angel, Nick blushes, as he ogles the firm legs, his small stomach, his beautiful face…. With a smile, Nick gently laid down….
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What is love? Is love the temperament of two souls, a discovery of likes and passions. Alternatively, is love something that is unsaid, something that within time can change a person from within....
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Authors Notes- hope you enjoyed it and please leave feedback... Thanks...
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