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A little bit of fluff that demanded to be written while I was trying to finish one of the ficlets from the hurt/comfort prompt list. I'm sure I can't be the only one who noticed Nick just couldn't keep his hands off Greg in that last scene of "Who Shot Sherlock?", right?
Title: Promotion Night
Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Greg is over the moon about his promotion. Nick can't keep his eyes (and hands) off him.
A/N: Coda to episode 5x11 "Who shot Sherlock?"
Greg was over the moon. He still couldn't believe he had passed his proficiency and was finally, finally, a CSI. He looked at the people sitting around him – his colleagues, his friends – and couldn't hold back the huge, ridiculous grin threatening to split his face open. After they had finished the champagne bottle in the lab (and made sure Ecklie had left), Grissom had sent everyone home, different shifts be damned, so they had decided to continue celebrating in one of their usual haunts. Greg had lost count of how many drinks he had downed, and didn't really care. He was happy and tipsy, and that was all that mattered at the moment.
Maybe it was because of his slightly intoxicated state, which made him act a little less guarded than usual, but his eyes kept wandering to Nick. The Texan had been especially touchy-feely that night, even more so than usual: his back slaps lingered just a little longer than strictly necessary; his shoulder grabs felt more gentle, almost caress-like. Greg tried not to read too much into it, but it sure felt like Nick couldn't keep his hands off him. And the way he had been looking at Greg ever since their impromptu little party in Grissom's office, with a mixture of fondness and pride, caused a funny feeling in Greg's stomach that had nothing to do with alcohol.
Read the rest on AO3.
Title: Promotion Night
Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Greg is over the moon about his promotion. Nick can't keep his eyes (and hands) off him.
A/N: Coda to episode 5x11 "Who shot Sherlock?"
Greg was over the moon. He still couldn't believe he had passed his proficiency and was finally, finally, a CSI. He looked at the people sitting around him – his colleagues, his friends – and couldn't hold back the huge, ridiculous grin threatening to split his face open. After they had finished the champagne bottle in the lab (and made sure Ecklie had left), Grissom had sent everyone home, different shifts be damned, so they had decided to continue celebrating in one of their usual haunts. Greg had lost count of how many drinks he had downed, and didn't really care. He was happy and tipsy, and that was all that mattered at the moment.
Maybe it was because of his slightly intoxicated state, which made him act a little less guarded than usual, but his eyes kept wandering to Nick. The Texan had been especially touchy-feely that night, even more so than usual: his back slaps lingered just a little longer than strictly necessary; his shoulder grabs felt more gentle, almost caress-like. Greg tried not to read too much into it, but it sure felt like Nick couldn't keep his hands off him. And the way he had been looking at Greg ever since their impromptu little party in Grissom's office, with a mixture of fondness and pride, caused a funny feeling in Greg's stomach that had nothing to do with alcohol.
Read the rest on AO3.
