csi fanfiction Empty Derelict | Nick/Greg | PG | 587 words Spoilers: Fallen Idols, vaguely. The folder in his hands burns, burns, burns him with the truth of revenge, of disbelief, of distrust, and of the life stolen too suddenly without any logical thoughts to prevent it. He pulls himself together, the shame, regret, hurt, anxiety of past memories pushed to the back of his mind as he enters a too-familiar looking room. Enemy (Thoughts) | Nick/Greg | NC-17 | 1,574 words Spoilers: Fannysmackin', Post Mortem Nick pushes the door to the parking garage open, the old hinges squeaking as they close behind him. Looking up as he digs one hand through his pocket, searching for his keys, he stops mid-step, and watches Greg lean back against the Denali, head bowed and sluggish hands fingering the untied tie hanging from his neck. Back Home Tonight | Nick/Greg | NC-17 | 2,110 words Spoilers: Grave Danger It's one of his tighter shirts, one that 'hugs him in all the right places' as Greg had put it so elegantly months ago when they bought it. Together. He pulls the garment over his head, a silly smile pulling at the corners of his mouth, and reaches in beside Greg for one of his nicer pairs of jeans. One of the ones Greg picked out, again saying 'hugs in the... right place' and this time with a mischievous wink that made him blush deeper that day. On Our Own | Nick/Greg | R-ish | 1,570 words Spoilers: Grave Danger (50 word prompts. 50 sentences. Nick and Greg. What, you need more?) [water] Forces himself away from the fountain in the hall, throat dry and protesting his decision, but he won't do anything Nick can't thatboxeduphell.