Title: Tell-Tale Heart
Author: gothikmaus
Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG-13/Teen
Category: ficlet
Summary: Nick's cranky when he's hungry
A/N: Inspired by the following dialogue response prompt by creativepromptsforwriting on Tumblr:
"Your heart is racing."
"Could you please take your hand off my chest?"
CSI: Crime Scene Investigation and all related characters are property of CBS. I own nothing. No copyright infringement intended.
"Come on, G! Get out of that shower and let's get breakfast. I'm starving," Nick called out, pacing up and down the room.
"Do you have any idea how difficult it is to get the smell of rotten food out of your hair?" Greg replied, voice barely audible over the sound of the running water.
"You could try wearing a cap next time you go dumpster diving."
"And ruin my carefully styled locks? No way."
Nick rolled his eyes.
"Whatever, man. Just hurry up."
"You're so cranky when you're hungry," Greg said as he turned the water off.
"You'd be cranky too if you'd worked 10 hours straight, with barely the time to pee, and had to skip lunch."
A few more minutes passed, and Nick was getting more and more impatient. When his stomach growled loudly, he decided he'd had enough.
"That's it," he declared. "You either get your ass over here right now, or..."
The rest of the sentence died on his tongue as he turned around and saw Greg walk into the changing room. He was wearing only a pair of low-rise jeans, the top button of his fly undone. He was still slightly damp from the shower, skin flushed and glistening under the harsh overhead lights.
Nick felt his mouth go suddenly dry.
"Or what?" Greg asked, a little smirk playing on his lips.
It took Nick a few seconds to be able to answer.
"Or I'll... leave without you," he eventually said, cringing internally at the way his voice wavered.
Greg walked up to him and placed a hand on Nick's chest, palm pressed against his sternum.
"Your heart is racing," he stated.
"Could you please take your hand off my chest?"
Greg's expression turned mischievous and he moved his hand down to cup Nick's crotch.
"What the hell, G?" Nick hissed, hastily taking a step back. "Not here," he added, looking over his shoulder to make sure they were alone.
"Relax, man, there's no one around," Greg reassured him as he reached for his shirt and slipped it on. "Besides, you're really cute when you're all flustered," he added, tilting his head back and winking at him.
Nick frowned and crossed his arms over his chest.
"I'm not flustered."
"Whatever you say, babe."
"Just get dressed and meet me outside, you freak," Nick said as he turned around and headed to the door.
Greg unhurriedly finished buttoning up his shirt, a satisfied smile on his face.
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February 2026