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Summary: A gruesome murder at a bar. Who did it and why?
Archive: yes, but let me know, pls. Feedback: YESSSSSSS! Please!!! AngeldustShit HappensNo Rest for the Brave Suspicions Kicked out Again The Difference Interlude Clearing Up Solved Cursing under his breath Warrick stepped out of the shower-stall. The case was solved, but man! It had been a crappy job. Closing the zipper on his jeans the tall CSI walked over to the adjacent locker-room. "Yo, bro." Nick greeted him casually as he stored away his working-clothes. Warrick only grunted. His bad mood had not yet evaporated. "What's up? You solved the case, still you're grumpy." "I'd have gladly given that case to you, Nick! Man!" Warrick buttoned up his shirt, "You think it was fun to crawl around in the sewers for hours?" Nick winced compassionately and Warrick nodded, "Yeah. I can tell you rats are the least disgusting thing down there. Ugh! Why do I get all these crappy jobs? Collect dog-poop, swim in the sewers, collect used condoms... wonder what he has for me next time!" "Anyway, you're two cases ahead of me." Nick tried to comfort his friend. "And at least twice as smelly." He sniffled at his arms, the dark-skinned man was certain there was stink mingled in the scent of his shower-gel. Disgusting! "I can't get rid of it!" he muttered while he put on his watch. "The girls suggested a breakfast. Wanna join? You look starved" it was Nick's last attempt to lighten up Warrick's mood. "Naw, thanks. Not hungry. See ya tonight." Warrick left, leaving a frowning Nick behind. Usually it was not as hard to lighten Warrick up. The fact the other CSI was two cases ahead should have done so, the breakfast would have certainly. OK, since Greg was working overtime and Gil doing paperwork, it would be him and the two ladies. There had been worse options! +++++++ Gil Grissom had seen Warrick leave the lab and speed off in his Tahoe. There had been no good reason for him to hurry after the younger man, so he sighed and decided to see Warrick as soon as he had finished his work for the day. The supervisor wondered what had caused the bad mood but had no clue to it. Greg had left five minutes ago and Gil was almost certain he was alone now. He locked up his desk and finally(!) left the building. Still very cautious about the new situation the man was reluctant to call Warrick from his office. Instead he sat in his car and dialed from his cell. There was no answer. Gil knew the phone stood right beside Warrick's bed. Plus: the man was far too curious as to not answer an incoming call, so the only conclusion possible was that Warrick was not at home. Gil checked the park: nothing. To make sure he decided to drive by Warrick's place. The man smiled to himself as he reflected his behavior. He was running after this guy like a love-struck teen! This was so unlike himself. On the other hand, it held a strange relief to allow himself doing so. The private moments they could share were rare and so far nothing had happened. Well, that was not true! From Gil's point of view a whole lot had happened! He had opened up, had allowed Warrick to glimpse his true self as much as he could bring himself to. Warrick's car was parked in the driveway so Gil decided to give it another try. The man hit the door-bell several times "Yeah, yeah, coming!" the muffled voice that came through the walls carried clear signs of annoyance. Eventually the door opened and a dripping wet Warrick stood there, his face hardly lighting up. "Ah, it's you. Come-in." "I tried to call you..." "I was having a shower. In fact, I still am. Gimme ten minutes, OK?" Warrick dropped the towel, revealing his bare butt as he walked back into his bathroom. The door slammed shut and Gil - not knowing what else to do - sat on the sofa, closed his eyes and listened to the sounds from next door. Warrick was so nonchalantly and gorgeous. Gil could still see that naked ass, had taken in the younger man's strutting moves. Such unconscious grace... Gil sighed. +++ Meanwhile Warrick finished his shower. For thirty minutes he had scrubbed and soaped and scrubbed his body, never being able to get rid of the stench that seemed to stick to his body. Now that Gil was at his place, all he could do was rinse the soap and get dry. He snatched his briefs and put them on before he left the bathroom. "Did ya help yourself?" he asked with a glance at Gil, immediately regretting he had probably woken the man. Warrick pulled a tank-top from the closet and jumped into a pair of sweat-pants. "No. I am OK sitting here, thanks." Gil slowly reopened his eyes. Warrick walked to the fridge and fetched two beers. Handing one to Gil the lean man let himself fall down on the sofa.
Gil tested the air. It was... "Oh, that might come from crawling in the sewers for hours. Can't get rid of it." Warrick answered with a cynical voice, "Since when do sewers smell of..." the man closed the gap that was between them, closed his eyes and inhaled, "...Axe?" Warrick did not smile nor move. He was still pissed. They had agreed to keep their relationship under cover at work and that, of course! It would not interfere with their work. Had he known that meant to get the worst cases, Warrick would have thought it over one more time. "What is it, Ricky? You left the lab like you were pissed?" Gil inquired. They had not touched since he had arrived. "You give me the crappiest jobs lately!" the younger man complained, "I reel in shit and whatever ugly stuff comes up while the others have fun with shot guys in luxurious hotel-suites. Why? Why me?" Oh, this. Gil sighed, "Ricky, it is not easy to keep job and private life separated. I cannot and will not prefer you over the others and we agreed in that." "Yeah, but we did not agree in dissing me constantly!" "I'm not dissing you." Gil's calmness angered Warrick even more. Gil behaved as if he was absolutely right. "Oh, what else is that, pray tell!" "You work like any other. Nick was with you collecting dog-feces. Most ugly jobs you haven't done alone, right? Warrick, you don't really want me to send you into a casino for investigation, do you?" Warrick bit his lip and looked down. Fuck, but Gil was right. It hurt, but he was right. "Was bad, huh?" Gil asked compassionately. "You can tell! I found something in a tub that was too small to walk, so I had to crawl... fuck's sake, what a stink!" Warrick shuddered. "C'mere!" Gil pulled Warrick over and sniffled at the funny hair, "soap, shower-gel and Ricky. No stink here." The man continued his inspection, sniffling at Warrick's ears, throat, armpits and chest. Warrick chuckled. Gil knew how to make him laugh! But soon the man's laughter stopped while Gil's face wandered further south. Warrick was sure Gil would not want to hurry anything in their relationship and the path he followed right now was a dangerous one. "Gil..." Gil Grissom was lost in his exploration. Unfortunately there was so much perfume on Warrick that the wonderful scent that was genuinely Warrick was hard to be found. Maybe if he ventured further down, beyond the navel he would find some of the cherished scent? "Gil!" The strange urgency in his lover's voice made him stop, "What?" his blue eyes were wide and open. "You shouldn't do that." Warrick said reluctantly. He did not want Gil to think he rejected him, but it was better to stop. "Oh. I thought you might like it." Warrick could see how the shell closed again. How the defenses were pulled up again that Gil had only let down a few moments ago. "I like it, silly! But if you don't stop, I won't be able to behave." Warrick pulled Gil's face up and kissed him. A chaste brushing of lips on lips where he wanted to much more. After that first kiss they hadn't done much more. Of course there had not been too much time, but there could have been more! Gil needed time and Warrick was willing to wait. Gil sighed, "Define behave!" "Like: not ripping your shirt apart, not kissing you senseless, not falling to my knees and sucking you off or throwing you on my bed and having my way with you -" Warrick stopped at a strange sound he heard. Gil growled. Warrick's words did not only reach his ears, they seemed to have a direct line to his crotch. "That what you want?" "Oh man! Yeah." "You know, I wouldn't tell your supervisor." Gil grinned as his hand lifted the sweater, exposing a patch of taut, warm, brown skin. "I thought you needed more time..." Warrick slid down on the seat, coming to a more laying position. His heart was pounding fast with surprise. "you've waited long enough, Ricky. And so have I. I want this. You."
Warmth.
Warrick laid on his bed, face down, not able to move. Not only because his body surely would have denied such request but also because the sweet, welcomed weight on top incapacitated him.
Warm breath on his neck.
The perfection of the moment was disturbed by the cruel necessities of healthcare and prevention when Gil separated their bodies while the condom was still in place and not leaking.
"Careful." Warrick flinched a little bit when Gil had moved a tad too fast.
"Sorry. You OK?" Gil's voice was apologetic and he stopped immediately.
"Yeah. I'm pretty sensitive afterwards, that's all." Warrick calmed Gil.
"OK. I'll be moving very slow." One hand of Gil's was put on Warrick's back.
The brown man tried to relax although his body now tried to force out the intruder it had welcomed so much only moments before. Once the separation was complete, Warrick turned on his back with a sigh. He pulled off the one from his own shrinking penis and watched Gil tying up the used rubber. When he saw the slightly clueless face of his lover's who did not know where to put it, he reached out and took it into his hand.
"Gotta go to the bathroom anyway, clean up and stuff." Warrick stood slowly.
"I can do that. I'd like to." Gil offered, his blue eyes still dark with the afterglow.
"Yeah, well, maybe next time... I hafta get used to, you know?" Warrick slipped through the string-curtains and disappeared in the bathroom. Maybe he was acting coy, after they had made love, but still his personal hygiene was - well: very personal. He needed to get used to having an intimate relationship again. He hurried along the procedure and then returned with a warm, damp washcloth and a towel for Gil. In fact for cleaning up Gil, not letting the man do it.
Although the older man was amused, he allowed Warrick what the younger man had denied him moments before. A white hand caressed a smooth brown back during the gentle ministrations.
"I know." Warrick sat there, legs folded, "It's ridiculous. I just -" he lifted his hands in a helpless gesture.
Gil silenced him, "It's OK, Ricky. We all have moments when we want to be completely alone. I'm not hurt. I hope you will remember when there comes a time when I should need to be alone. It's not to hurt you or punish you. - " Gil was cut off by the phone that went off.
Warrick looked at the display: the lab! He made a face and then picked up the phone.
"Yeah? What now?" he sounded unnerved. Why of all days could they not leave him alone today? Only this one day...
"War? Nick here. I'm tryin' to reach Grissom but can't reach him. So I'm simply calling everybody in. We need you, man." Nick sounded exasperated, yet he seemed capable of handling whatever situation was at hand.
"What happened?" Warrick could feel his hair stand on end, he was having a bad feeling.
"Guy freaked out at a disco. Gang fight or what. Lots of DBs. Day-shift is completely booked, so we're set to deal with it. Man, I'm worried about Grissom. You remember the last time he was not to be reached?"
"No." Warrick hated to lie to his friend.
"That's what I mean. It's not like him."
"I may have an idea. I'll see if I can find him on my way in, brother."
"Hurry. Best you come to the scene right away. I'll have the equipment with me."
After the location was transferred, Warrick hung up.
"What?" Gil asked calmly.
"They need us. Nick is worried because he can't reach you." Warrick gave Gil an look that said 'what do we do now?'
"I switched my everything off. Didn't want to spoil this, hmm?"
"Damn, I hate it, but we better hurry. Sounds bad." They stood and hurriedly jumped into their clothes. In the car Warrick told Gil the few things he knew.
"Tell them you found me in the park next to my place." Gil instructed Warrick.
"That OK for you? I mean we haven't discussed how to break them the news..." Warrick did not know whether he wanted to hurry to tell the world or to wait another hundred years to make sure this worked before he'd tell it even to his best friend.
"Yes, that's OK for me. There we are."
Flipping their IDs they hurried inside the disco only to stop dead in their tracks.
"Oh my God!" Warrick whispered with wide eyes.
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