Title: I Brushed My Teeth For You
By: CSINikkey
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG
Author's Note: This little piece of CSI fluff was inspired by real events. There is absolutely no point or plot to this story. And perhaps your life will be shortened by a few minutes for reading it. You have been officially warned.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters of this story. (But maybe someday, if I can pull all of my money together...) And Riley is owned by Ana and used with her permission. Yay!
Summary: Greg is definitely not a morning person.

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RING!

No. That was not the telephone ringing.

RING!

Ignore it. Go back to sleep Greg.

RING!

Muttering whatever swear words came to mind, Greg Sanders rolled over in bed. He picked up the cordless phone from his cluttered bedside table and clicked the phone on.

"This had better be important," he greeted in his most unfriendly tone. Everyone that knew him, knew he worked the graveyard shift. So, who was missing the brain cells required to know that he would be sleeping right about then?

"It is important Sunshine," Nick Stokes' voice chirped on the other end of the telephone line.

"Do go on..." Greg replied. Mornings were so overrated in his book.

"I'm working a double shift with this new case, and I can't find Riley (Another DNA analyst). I think she might be off today. You mind coming into the lab to run some tests for me Greggo," the CSI inquired. He made sure to indicate that he too was missing out on the crazy little thing called sleep.

"Yeah, I'll be there within the hour," the DNA analyst easily caved in.

The two gentlemen said their good-byes. And after the phone was hung up, Greg set to the task of finding some clothes to wear.

"Ah, the chompers are feelin' kinda skuzzy..." He said aloud to one in particular, as he glided his tongue across his front teeth.

After he buttoned up his shirt, he meandered in the bathroom. He thought that maybe the minty toothpaste would surely wake him up more than he wanted to be. And a moment later, it did as he predicted.

Not even one second after Greg had put up his toothbrush; the telephone in his apartment sprang to life and was ringing again. Forgetting his usual swearing, he answered it. "Yello..." He greeted, definitely more friendly than last time.

"False alarm. I found Riley holed up in the break room. Sorry I woke you up," Nick's voice chuckled on the other end of the receiver. He knew Greg wouldn't be pleased about being moved from his rightful place in bed for nothing.

"Hey! I brushed my teeth for you man!" Greg began to fume, but then quickly eased off. He said goodbye, clicked off the phone, and began the ritual of peeling off his street clothes to hop back into bed. Even though he was completely and utterly awake by this point.

But before he rolled over and closed his eyes, he leaned over and set his alarm clock. He set it to go off when Nick would just be finishing up his double shift. And would be at home, getting some well deserved sleep. That's when Greg would call and wake Nick up...

Nick Stokes would soon learn that turn about was fair play in Greg Sanders' world. And no one should ever, EVER come between the man and his sleep.

The end.

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