Home of Greg Sanders Slash Fiction
Author Dragon_wolf
Rating FRM
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Thanks to EM for the great beta work and to Morrolan for the costume help when I was really stumped.
"Do we have to go to this party? I mean we do have to work tonight and I would love to get some rest before the shift, and you know how Grissom is on the holidays." Added Nick to a stubborn Greg.
"No excuses you were the one who suggested we go out more, and this is with the rest of the team anyway. If the whole team is feeling shitty after the party, what is Gil going to do fire the whole bunch of us?" Asked Greg questioningly
"Yeah I guess you are right let's get this over with after all" Sighed Nick.
Nick and Greg went up to their bedroom and gave each other the costumes they had picked out.
This was a surprise costume exchange for both of them.
The only thing was that each could pick for the other was a superhero costume of some kind.
Greg handed Nick his costume, and couldn't wait to see Nick's reaction to his choice.
Nick took the box from Greg with a measure of doubt because he saw Greg with that evil grin of his.
He knew what that would mean for him, nothing but trouble with a Capital T.
But this time he was ahead of the game thinking of his box now lying on the bed.
Nick opened the box with mounting trepidation but looking at the costume after he pulled it out of the box he started to sigh with relief.
It was a batman costume and inwardly he was howling again thinking of his own choice for Greg on the bed waiting to be opened.
But upon closer examination Nick again, had that sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"Greg where are the shorts to this costume?" he asked tentatively.
"What do you mean shorts it is a one piece costume." Greg answered slyly.
"I can see it is a one piece but there should be shorts at least to cover the private area's right?" gulped Nick.
"Try it on and then tell me if you don't like it, please?" sighed Greg with his puppy dog eyes.
Nick gave him a dirty look and then put the costume on.
Actually he had to grudgingly admit it didn't look half bad and the private parts were nearly black. If he wore a jock nothing would show.
He then started to take it off but Greg stopped him. "What is going on? You don't like it or something?"
"No it isn't that, in fact, I love it but I am just going to put on my black jock to cover the rest of me up" Nick explained, quickly turning red.
"You mean you don't want the rest of the team to know how good you make me feel when you're inside of me, or that you don't want them to know that they do make things bigger in Texas. Is that it?" Greg smiled evilly.
"Bulls-eye on both points" laughed Nick "I want to keep some things secret about myself."
"Yeah, but with the costume being so black, no will notice. Besides you have a long cape to cover yourself too right?"
"Well yeah, I guess so." Nick had to admit.
"Okay than that's settled. Now I want to see what you picked out for me" Greg ripped open his box on the bed and Whooped with delight.
"I knew it, I just knew it" He exclaimed.
In the box was an old style Robin costume, complete with the green shorts and black boots to go with the red top and a short yellow cape to finish off the costume with a mask and utility belt.
Nick just stood back and smiled as Greg shimmied out of his clothes and hurriedly put on his own costume.
While he did that Nick finished putting on the cape and the mask to his.
When they were both done they looked at each other in the mirror.
"These are great costumes," sighed Greg. "But I think you were right. We should wear jocks, I think the colors make mine is more visible than yours"
Nick stood there for a minute thinking and against his better judgment he said, "You know, your right. Aren't we changing to regular clothes before the shift starts anyway? Why not go for it this time and see if anyone notices?"
Greg just stood there for a minute in complete shock. Was this his Nick
saying this?
Nick are you absolutely sure about this?" Greg Stammered. "What will they think if they find out? What will Gil say? I was only joking about it honestly."
"No, let's go for it. We're only going to be there for an hour before the shift and we can sit down or something to cover ourselves up" said Nick with a smile on his face.
Greg blinked Well why not? "If you're up for it, than I am too. Let's do
it."
They both shared a nervous laugh, thinking about what everyone was going to be saying and thinking if they found out.
Nick pulled Greg into his arms and kissed him, then pulled his long black cloak around. It fit to where Greg's cape ended so they were covered fine that way too.
"See what I mean, with both capes covering us who will know?"
Greg gulped "I guess you're right, let's go for it."
They both began packing a bag apiece with regular clothes to wear after the party. Then they left the house and got to the party just as everyone else began showing up.
They went inside and started to look around to see if anyone else from night shift had got there yet. They saw Jim dressed up as Dr. Watson and Next to him, complete with antique pipe, was Gil.
The Dynamic Duo crossed the room and in true superhero style announced "Our predecessors in crime-fighting, Mr. Holmes, and Dr. Watson I presume."
If looks could kill, and there were lasers in Old England times, Batman and Robin would have been scorch marks on the floor of the living room.
Mr. Holmes said in an icy tone, "If I catch the two of you anywhere but your own personal domicile without any underwear again, I will personally hand you both over to Conrad Ecklie and my boss. Do you get my drift 'FUTURE CRIMEFIGHTERS'."
"Got it boss, loud and clear" came, a strangled reply from Nick and Greg who hightailed it to the other end of the room.
They were bending over into the cooler getting beers when they were both pinched in the butt.
"Hey, What, OWW, that hurts" screeched Greg.
"Shit, those nails are sharp!" cursed Nick. "Watch what your grabbing with those things! You could hurt someone with them"
The culprit in question ran away, showing only skin tight black leather and a waving tail and pointed ears in her wake.
"Who was that anyhow" asked Nick as he rubbed his butt.
"Oh come on guys! You can't figure it out? I knew as soon as she got me outside on the patio." said a bare-chested and spangled Warrick Brown.
Nick and Greg just stopped and gaped in astonishment, and though neither could help themselves they both got a hard-on at the sight before them. Nick quickly pulled Greg in front of him and wrapped his long cloak around the both of them.
Warrick was dressed as a Genie complete with gold turban and earrings in both ears.
But what got both Nick and Greg was the fact that other than a shimmering vest and two gold armbands on each arm, Warrick looked amazing. Neither of them had known that he was in as good a shape as he was.
He had an eight pack, not just a six-pack, stomach and you just wanted to take your tongue and mark a trail from the powerful shoulders all the way down all the curves to the belly button which had a flashing jewel embedded in it.
Then there was the rest of the package too. Strong ripcord legs from all the work on the basketball court and the running which he did religiously. These were encased in waving, gold fabric of a truly sheer material. But at least Warrick had sense enough to wear underwear under his costume. But like the rest of the costume it was also gold, gold lame that is, and left nothing to the imagination there either.
He even wore gold lame anklet sock and curved toed sandals also out of gold with a sparkling gold piece hanging on the curve of the shoe.
Both Nick and Greg had to take a deep breath before trying to talk to the sight before them.
"What do you mean you knew who it was when she got you on the patio?" questioned Greg.
"Well yeah, I knew it was her when I saw the costume. You mean you can't tell?" asked Warrick, laughing.
"No, we couldn't. Now, who is it who just goosed us in the middle of the party?" growled Nick.
"Well I'm not going to tell you, you're going to have to figure that one out for yourselves." grinned Warrick.
"You don't know. You're just kidding us" parried Greg.
"You want to bet on that?" said Warrick with a sly grin on his face.
"What is the bet?" countered Nick.
"I saw the way Gil reacted earlier to your 'ahem' costume choice and the notice he gave you. If you can't figure out who The Catwoman is before you leave the party for work, BOTH of you have to wear your costumes all shift," Engaged Warrick with a grin as wide as his face.
"No way, nuh-uh, we're in enough shit with Gil already. We don't need to be in anymore trouble. NO BET!" exclaimed Greg.
Nick piped in "What if we win the bet before we go to shift. What do we win?"
"Something I think you both would like to see" answered Warrick evilly.
"And what would that be?" asked Nick.
"A look at what you're missing underneath this costume." smiled Warrick, gesturing over his body with his hands. "I think it's something both of you have wondered about for a long time."
Before Greg could stop him, Nick said "Is there anything else besides the look-see for the winners?"
Now Warrick was taken aback for a second. "What are you getting at there bucko?"
"Well you know if it was just, as you put it, a 'look-see,' nobody would believe us right? How about some photo's, of the event for posterity?"
chided Nick.
"What kind of photo's, are we talking about here?" inquired Warrick skeptically.
"Well we would have to be in the pictures with you to prove they were
actually taken today, wouldn't we?" said Nick.
"Nick, you and Warrick are nuts. If Gil finds out about this bet, let alone what you idiots are talking about, all three of us could lose our jobs," said Greg "This is going too far, I'm outta here."
"AAAAHHHHH SHITTTT!!!" they both yelled and grabbed their backsides. There was female laughter and running footsteps behind them as Warrick was bent over in two at the sight of the two of them chasing after the Catwoman.
"Shit those claws are sharp! I'm going to find that cat and de-claw her if it's the last thing I do before I go on shift." snarled Nick.
"The bet is on," Growled Greg, "Let's find that cat and rip her tail off, and feed it to her tip first."
The two of them left in different directions trying to catch the wayward
feline.
Nick went into the kitchen and out onto the patio where the rest of the guests were congregating. He saw Archie dressed as a Starfleet officer complete with phaser and tri-corder. Then he saw off to the side a set of what he figured were pointed ears talking to David. They were about the right height and shape too from what he remembered.
He slowly made his way to the unsuspecting pair.
David was dressed as a rabbit complete with carrot and fluffy tail.
Nick lunged and grabbed at the black arm connected to the ears.
"Got ya! This is the last time you'll grab my ass!" he yelled.
David dropped his drink and carrot in total shock. Next thing Nick knew, he was down on the ground with a bruised jaw, from the left hook from hell that floored him with one punch.
"NICK STOKES!!!! IF YOU EVER TRY ANYTHING LIKE THAT AGAIN I WILL PERSONALLY KICK YOUR BUTT ALL THE WAY BACK TO TEXAS MYSELF WITH 6 INCH STILLETTO HEELS!!!" screamed the evil queen from sleeping beauty - which happened to be Catherine.
"S-s-sorry Catherine I didn't mean to. I-I thought you were someone else," cried Nick as he ran back into the house.
He couldn't even bear to be out there in the yard after making such a total fool of himself. And, man did his jaw hurt and boy did Catherine have a good left hook. He never wanted to get on her bad side again for anything.
Meanwhile inside in another room of the house, Greg wasn't having much better luck in his own quest to find the slinky feline catwoman. He did though find Doc Robbins dressed up as Santa Claus with of all people Jackie of all people, dressed as his helpful elf. She was in a small and skimpy red velvet costume.
Greg wished he had his camera handy so that he could have blackmail pictures for later, as Jackie with her hat tilted off to one side gave a startled Santa a big wet one smack in the kisser.
Doc went all red and tried to get her off his knee.
Damn he wished he hadn't forgotten his camera again.
He kept looking but for the life of him he couldn't find that damn cat, no matter where he looked or what room he went into.
Every time he ran into either Gil or Brass he ran the other way because he had caught Warrick explaining in great detail about the bet. For some reason when he happened to see Catherine she stopped him and said "If you try anything, so help me I will give you the wedgie from hell."
After hearing that comment Greg shut his mouth and turned and ran the other way.
The party was nearly done and Nick and Greg finally found each other back in the front room of the house.
There separate searches were totally fruitless and it was nearing time to head into work. They didn't like the prospects in front of them.
They came upon the rest of the team sitting together on the couch and Warrick in the middle wearing a Cheshire cat grin wide on his face.
"So did the two of you find you're missing feline yet?" asked Warrick curiously.
"No we haven't, thank you very much." Greg snapped.
"Hey Nicky, how did you get the nice bruise? That will be a good one to add to your collection man." sniggered Warrick, enjoying himself way too much in this situation.
"As if you didn't know already." snapped Nick as Warrick laughed his head off.
"Well Gentlemen I see the party is over with and it's time to go to work." said a smiling Gil from the other end of the couch.
Nick and Greg looked at each other and gulped noticeably.
"Since you did lose the bet, and after the stunt you Nicky pulled outside, I can't wait till we get to the office. I think your behind in a lot of paperwork for the end of month's review aren't you?" asked Gil with menace in his voice.
"What happened outside Nick? And what did you get that bruise from?" asked a shaken Greg.
"I will tell you in the truck, come on, we have to get to the Lab" a sullen Nick answered as they left the party.
As they left the house all they could hear behind them were Warrick's peals of laughter.
Since they had indeed lost the bet and Greg had told Nick that Warrick had informed Gil of the bet, they did stay in costume when they got to the lab for the start of shift.
They sat out in the truck for a couple of minutes not wanting to face the lab in their costumes.
They were wishing that they had at least put on jocks under the costumes and for sure both of them were wishing they hadn't opened their big mouths and made that stupid bet with Warrick.
Knowing they were putting off the inevitable and also not wanting to get into anymore trouble with Gil, they made there way into the lab and into the break room. They stopped dead in there tracks in the doorway at the scene in front of them.
There sitting nonchalantly wearing a catwoman mask and ruby red lip gloss was, of all people, Sara Sidle.
She saw the stunned looks on there faces and bowled over onto the floor in fits of laughter. Sara had been at an out of state conference and had not supposed to have been back at the lab till Monday. There was no way in hell either of them had thought of her as the catwoman or that she would ever have the nerve to grab them not once but twice in the middle of the party.
While they were standing there dumfounded they began hearing the click, click of a digital camera.
Catherine was there taking pictures of their faces for posterity. The scene couldn't have been more priceless, especially when Gil came in with assignments for the night and Warrick right on his tail.
"Okay, Dynamic Duo, we have for Batman a 10-22 at the local landfill. please have a great time with this one, they found a john doe amongst a colony of skunks. And for the boy wonder feces examination test for DNA and cause of death. Watch yourself there are lots of little friends you have to sort thru to get to the feces themselves and yes the maggots have to be processed too." said Grissom as he handed out assignments.
Nick and Greg just looked at each other and both wanted to burst into tears. Gil had warned them that if they had tried anything stupid they would rue the day. After tonight's debacle they would learn their lesson and never cross Gil Grissom again.
As they walked out of the break room with there assignments for the night the rest of the team chimed in and said in unison, "HAPPY HALLOWEEN AND TRICK OR TREAT".
Both of them cringed when they heard the familiar saying, thinking how they would smell and feel by the end of shift in these stupid costumes. Maybe Greg could call his sister and pray she would go to the market before they got home with a few gallons of tomato juice for Nick to bathe in after his night was over.
The End
Hope everyone likes my Halloween challenge tale.
Happy Halloween everyone.
Dragon_wolf
10/26/2004