suckerforasmile

Greg struggles in the bed sheets, trying to be quiet as he kicks them off his legs. Las Vegas should be known everywhere as Heat City, not Sin City, he thinks grumpily, as Nick sleeps gracefully beside him. It’s not fair that Nick’s sleeping peacefully when Greg isn’t even able to find a happy medium. For a brief moment, he thinks about waking Nick up. His hand hovers over Nick’s shoulder, and just as he’s about to shake him awake, he remembers that tomorrow Nick has to work and Greg gets to stay at home, in Nick’s horrible, overly warm apartment. Greg can’t do that to him, not when he’s been pulling d

In all honesty, he hadn’t really wanted to return to the Las Vegas crime lab until he and Sara had done the whole kids thing. But Catherine had called, begged him to return to help with a high profile case, and he really couldn’t refuse, even when Sara told him to. “I’ll be there, two days, tops,” he’d said, ignoring the eye roll he’d received from Sara. It wasn’t much of a surprise when she’d said, “I’m not going with you. Send the team my love,” though he really wished he Catherine is obviously surprised when Grissom shows up fourteen hours after she’d called, but she hardl

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- “Come on, Greg, let’s get you home,” Nick said, pulling Greg from the booth he and Sara had been sitting in moments before. “You’re wasted.” Greg grabbed on to Nick’s forearm, staring up at him with a grin. “I don’t wanna.” Nick smiled a little, looked to Sara for help. “They’re gonna kick us out, G.” “So let ‘em,” Greg replied with a wave of his hand. Nick looked a little defeated, again looking to Sara. She shrugged. “I dunno, but you’re gonna have to wor

The words ‘I love you’ hadn’t been spoken to Greg Sanders very often in his life, which may or may not be surprising, depending on whose side you were looking from. He’d heard them from very few people, not including his family. His friend April in high school told him every time they parted, but that was very different from ‘in love’ I-love-you’s. His first girlfriend said it after four months of dating, but she ended up cheating on him with some male cheerleader, so he wasn’t sure that was real love. He had a boyfriend in college who told Greg he loved him right before attempting to kill himself, so t

Four Times Nick Stokes Didn’t Fall in Love, and One Time He Did 1. Janet Porter, his high school prom date. Beautiful long, blonde hair, amazing eyes, nice teeth. She was everything a man hoped for in a woman and more. She made him dinner when they were alone, left him adorable messages in his locker… She cheered Nick on wholeheartedly at games and never even glanced at another guy. But she wore a little too much perfume, liked reptiles, archaeology, and China a little too much, and was insanely intolerant of many people. She once told him that if Nick got her pregnant or asked her to marry him, she’d give up her dreams of be

It was raining heavily. The graveshift CSIs were searching for a murder weapon in a park, which had recently had the grass torn out in favor of woodchips. Unfortunately, that meant that the entire park was muddy, making it not only hard to walk, but hard to collect the evidence they could find, being that most of it was washed away. “Whoa, careful there, Tiger,” Catherine says, reaching out an arm to help Nick up from where he’d fallen for the fourth time. “Don’t wanna break a hip.” “It’s this damn mud,” Nick complains, taking off the fifth pair of gloves he’d put on and pulling another out

“I put my cell number, my – our office phone number, the lab number, and my house number on the list next to your cell, just in case. You need anything, you call, alright?” Greg grunted and pressed his head into the pillow, grinding his teeth and willing away the nausea. “’Kay.” “And I mean anything, if you need the fork picked up off your floor, call me. Or if the remote’s too far out of reach. I’ll get away and I’ll be here.” Nick hovered in the doorway, and Greg grunted again. “Or—“ “Shut up and go to work, Nick,” Greg moaned, closing his eyes tightly. His s

"You're not too scared by what Wendy said, are you?" For a moment, the only sound was that of the dishwasher in the small kitchen. The chuckle that escaped from Nick's throat put his boyfriend at ease. "At the time, oh yeah. But I guess it's just another one of those things we see, you know? Greg let out a nervous laugh. "Oh, good." Glancing out of the corner of his eye, Nick smiled and dared to ask what Greg was talking about. "Well, it's just... That look, you know, kind of gave me the impression that..." Greg trailed off, hoping he wouldn't have to finish. Unfortunately for him, Nick was much too interested to let it go and nudged him