Title: The Charity Calender
By: 10th-letter
Pairing: Nick/Greg & Danny/Don
Rating: PG13
Summary: CSI: Vegas and CSI: NY mini crossover. Nick and Greg are talked into/forced by the sheriff to pose for a charity calendar. Little do they know that a certain pair of detectives from New York have also been convinced to pose. Minor spoilers for Season 8 of CSI and "Bull".

“I still have no idea how you talked me into this, Greg.” Grumbled CSI Nick Stokes.

“I didn’t. The sheriff said that they were doing a calendar for charity and our names just happened to be chosen from other CSIs and detectives from across the country. Now shut up and put on your Speedo.” Ordered Greg, handing Nick a small blue Speedo with the words “Las Vegas” printed on the rear. Nick glared at Greg before ducking behind a curtain to slip into the small swim trunks. Greg picked up his Speedo, the letters L and V on the front and P and D on the rear. As he pulled the curtains closed in the dressing room, he heard two voices outside.

“Oh, c’mon, Danno! Mac said it would be good for the lab’s morale!” shouted a deep voice.

“Yeah, nice try, Flack. There’s no way in hell I’m wearin’ a Speedo in public!” responded the other voice.

“C’mon… do it for me?” Greg could almost hear the pout in Flack’s voice.

There was silence and eventually, Greg could hear “Danno” concede defeat. “Fine, but you owe me later at the hotel.”

“Deal. Now tell me the truth, does the ‘Y’ in ‘NYPD’ make my ass look big?” asked Flack’s voice.

“No, those late night pizza runs do.”

“Very funny, Messer.”

Greg heard the two men leave and he pulled on the supplied robe before pulling open the curtain of his dressing room. He stepped out, feeling oddly liberated in the snug bathing suit. Without waiting for an invitation he pulled the curtain to Nick’s dressing room aside and stepped in.

“Holy shit!” blurted Greg.

“I know, I know. I should lay off the In & Out drive through, but I’ve been trying to get to the gym more often and – “ started Nick

“Nick?”

“I mean, after the whole thing with Sara leaving and then that marathon case with that giant bull vibrator I just haven’t-“

“Nick!”

“What, Greg!?”

“You look amazing. I need to buy you more Speedos, cause seeing you in boxers after this will be torture.”

“You really think so? The logo on my ass isn’t too much?” Nick blushed.

“Jeez, after all the time I’ve spent staring at it already, It’s nice to have a picture to look at.”

Nick stepped forward, kissing Greg slowly and passionately. As the two were getting more and more into the kiss, they were interrupted by a loud, deep voice. Flack’s.

“No! I am not getting my chest waxed! I happen to like my chest hair! I actually think it makes me look more like a man!” Flack pulled aside the curtain, seeing Nick and Greg in each others arms. “Oh, shit! I’m sorry guys! Ya want me to come back later?”

Greg and Nick separated and Nick nervously fixed the wedgie slowly working its way up the back of Nick’s Speedo.

“No, no. That’s alright. Um, I’m Nick Stokes. Las Vegas Crime Lab. Sorry you had to see that. This is my boy-, um, my coworker, Greg Sanders.” Stammered Nick. Greg waved.

“Well, if those’re the perks of working in Vegas, I may have to transfer. Name’s Don Flack. NYPD. You can relax though. I’m here with my boyfriend. Not sure where he ran off to.” Said Flack reaching out and shaking Nick and Greg’s hands. “So, does your boy toy talk at all, or what?”

“Actually, this is the quietest I’ve seen him in years.” Replied Nick as the three of them shuffled out of the small changing room.

“Oh, very funny, Nick. Keep it up and you’ll be sleeping on the couch.” Joked Greg. “So where’s your significant other. We heard the two of you arguing earlier.”

“Nah, we weren’t really arguing. He just didn’t want to come. Our boss, Mac fed him some cock and bull story about how this calendar shoot would boost the lab’s morale. How’d your boss talk you guys into this?” said Flack.

“He didn’t really. Our boss isn’t really big on this kind of thing. I’d actually be surprised if he even knew this was going on. He doesn’t really play the whole ‘politics game’ all that much.” Said Greg.

“Ah. The strong, silent type?” asked Flack.

“You could say that.” Laughed Nick. At that point an averagely built man wearing nothing but a Speedo and sliver-rimmed glasses walked up to Flack.

“There ya are, babe. I’ve been looking all over for ya.” Said the man.

“I’ve been right here, Danny. How hard did ya look?” joked Flack.

“Uh, huh. Keep it up.” Said Danny, noticing Greg and Nick for the first time. “Sorry, I’m Danny Messer. NYPD. I take it you’ve met Don?” Said Danny, shaking hands with Nick and Greg. Introductions were given and as the four started to talk, they realized they actually had a lot in common. Nick and Don bonded over sports as Danny and Greg started talking about the latest article they had read in The Forensics Journal. When the group got to the staging area, they all laughed. Set up were a series of cheesy backdrops. One of the Manhattan skyline, the other of the Las Vegas Strip.

“Wanna guess whose is whose?” joked Flack.

“Ok, boys! Glad you’re finally here! We just finished our shoots for the Miami PD; you’re the last to go. New York, you’re up first!” shouted a lanky photographer, directing Danny and Flack over to the Manhattan backdrop. “You with the glasses! You’re up first!”

Danny strolled up to the backdrop and positioned himself on one of the dummy fire escapes. He draped one leg over the edge, accentuating his package. Leaning forward, Danny pushed down the rims of his glasses so he was looking over the top of them. He cocked an eyebrow and the flash went off. After a few more poses, Flack was nearly out of breath from simply watching the proceedings in front of him.

“Oh, he is so doing that pose when we get back to the hotel.”

Flack was up next. He chose a police department for his backdrop and without any direction; he leapt up onto the supplied desk and rested his head on his hands. He puckered his lips as the cameras shutter went off. A few more poses later, the cameraman called Danny back in for a few group shots.

“But, we’re not really out yet except for a few of our coworkers and-“started Danny before Flack grabbed him and pushed him up against the backdrop, now reflecting the NYPD’s crime lab. Flack had a hungry look in his eyes, which the pictures would later reflect.

A few minutes later and Nick was called up. He had a desert background and smiled as he lifted his leg onto a supplied fence.

“Giddy up, Cowboy!” shouted Greg.

Nick laughed and immediately warmed up to the cameraman.

Greg was called up and chose a lab backdrop. Grinning he sat down on the provided chair and spread his legs wide, drawing as much attention to his crotch as he could while still remaining clothed. He picked up a test tube and cradled it between his fingers. Turning in upside down, he slowly rubbed the rounded bottom of the test tube. Greg could hear Nick gulping in the corner. When Nick and Greg were called up for their group shots, Nick took the dominant role, bending Greg over the supplied table, locking eyes with Greg. Nick looked primal and Greg had never been more turned on.

“Ok, boys! That’s a wrap! Thanks for your time, if you want to fill out the form, we’ll mail you each a copy of the calendar when it’s done.” Said the cameraman. None of the men heard as their minds were already back in their hotel rooms.