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A Night Alone In the Lab

Featuring Nick Stokes (as portrayed by George Eads) and Greg Sanders (as portrayed by Eric Szmanda) on the hit show CSI: Crime Scene Investigation.

Chapter One - What About The Party?

Greg walked through the empty halls of the Las Vegas Crime Lab en route to the morgue. He was decked out in his newest pair of tight fitting jeans and his hip leather jacket. Everyone else from the graveyard shift was already at the party celebrating Doc Robbins’ birthday. Greg wanted to make his entrance fashionably late. Even Grissom was there to celebrate, rather than sitting in his office playing with his insect collection.

As he turned the corner past Grissom’s office he could begin to hear the revelry and music emanating from the morgue. A small movement in his peripheral vision drew his attention in another direction. Further down the hall in the ballistics lab he saw Nick putting on a set of head phones, still dressed in a standard issue soft blue lab coat. As he approach he admired Nick’s broad shoulders and wished he could see how they traced down to the waist underneath the lab coat. He waited just inside the door as Nick called out his intentions.

“Firing one shot,” Nick yelled.

The sudden boom that followed was louder than most bangs Greg had heard in the lab by quite a few fold. Startled he stumbled back a few steps and tripped over a box by the door and fell to the floor just in time for Nick to see as he turned around.

“Not very graceful for someone so dressed up,” Nick joked, removing the ear protection.

“Ha ha, I fell over laughing,” Greg replied.

Nick walked over and offered a hand to help Greg back up. Greg noticed the sizable gun in Nick’s other hand.

“Wow, that’s quite a piece.”

“. 45 Magnum. One of the most powerful handguns on the market,” Nick explained. “Legal ones anyway.”

“Why aren’t you at Doc Robbins’ party?” Greg inquired.

“Celebrating a man turning a year older in the place he’ll end up once he dies? Not really the kind of thing I’m inclined to attend. A little too ironic for my taste.”

“I think that’s the point, isn’t it?”

“Probably, but still not my cup of tea.”

Greg eyed the large gun once again as Nick set it down and reached into the large water tank with tongs to retrieve the bullet he had fired.

“Mind if I give that thing a whirl?” Greg asked.

“Only if you think you’re up for it little man.” Nick reveled in making fun of the junior CSI, smirking as Greg glared back at him. “Sure, take of that nice jacket of yours and you can give her a spin.”

As Greg turned around removing his jacket to hang it by the door Nick couldn’t help but admire Greg’s slender physique through the tight black