Title: Overtime
Author: Girlnorth
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, I just like to play with ‘em.

For robogirl, Nick/Greg

Nick drove towards home, looking forward to some downtime. Greg had the night off, and it was the first time in over a week that they were actually going to get to spend any time together. In theory they were both off during the day, but it seemed that Nick was constantly getting called in early and Greg working overtime, leaving them very little time together.

The trill of his cell interrupted his thoughts and he sighed before flipping it open, hoping he wasn’t getting called back in. When he saw ‘Greg’ on the display, he grinned.

“Hey,” he said into the phone, “I’m on my way home.”

“Don’t bother,” Greg said. “I’m on my way to a crime scene and you’re needed too. Grissom, Sara and Sophia are all working a triple homicide and I can’t work alone, so Catherine said Grissom could have you for the night.”

“What?” Nick asked, exasperated. “Man, that’s not right. They don’t all need to be on a triple.”

“Hey, I don’t make the rules,” Greg said. “At least we get to work together.”

“Yeah,” Nick said in resignation. “You’re right. I can think of other things I’d rather be doing with you tonight, but if you’re working anyway... where am I going?”

“The Luxor, room 538. Oh, and Sophia said the hotel is trying to keep it quiet, not alarm their guests, so we should just go up.”

“I’ll see you there,” Nick said, hanging up the phone. He was disappointed, and he was tempted to call Grissom and give him a piece of his mind. He shook his head, knowing that he wouldn’t, and made his way to the Luxor.

**

Keeping it quiet or not, Nick was surprised by the lack of police presence in the lobby. He took the elevator to the fifth floor, and was even more surprised that the hall was empty. He wondered if he had the wrong floor, but he was pretty sure Greg had said room 538. He stopped at the door, fishing some latex gloves out of his kit. He took his gun out of its holster before knocking on the door.

“Hey,” Greg said, answering the door and retreating back into the room.

“What’s going on, G?” Nick asked as he holstered his gun and followed him in. He looked around the room, and seeing that there was no one else there, shot Greg a knowing look. “Greg, if you wanted to get me to a hotel, all you had to do was ask.”

“Yeah, but then you wouldn’t have brought your kit,” Greg said with a grin. “Besides, this scene needs a thorough investigation.” He began unbuttoning his shirt.

Nick wasn’t sure whether he should be pissed or pleased with Greg for going to the trouble of setting this up. It was decided for him when Greg’s shirt slipped to the floor and he stood there looking sultry and completely fuckable. Greg walked over to Nick and pulled his ball cap from his head, tossing it to the floor. He unzipped Nick’s vest and shoved it off before kissing him. Nick ran his hands over Greg’s chest before remembering that he was still wearing his gloves. He pulled away from Greg and reached to take them off when Greg stopped him.

“No,” he said, looking at Nick through long lashes. “Leave the gloves on.”

Nick grinned as Greg continued to undress him. It was going to be an interesting night.

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