Title: Dance
By: Ciara
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI....yet.
Rated: G
Summary: He loved to watch Greg dance.

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Don't Fear the Reaper

He remembered the first time he'd walked into the lab and saw Greg Sanders dancing. It'd been Greg's first week at the lab, and he seemed to already be making himself at home. Nick hadn't met the lab tech yet, he'd been engrossed in a murder case with Warrick. Now he stood in the lab, just outside Greg's door. The glass doors muffled the sound of his blaring music, but Blue Oyster Cult's "Don't Fear the Reaper" still could be heard in the halls. Nick watched Greg, his head bobbing, hips swaying lightly to the music as he moved from machine to machine. His lips move in synchronization with the music.

Come on baby... don't fear the reaper
Baby take my hand... don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly... don't fear the reaper
Baby I'm your man...

Nick slipped into the room quietly, making his presence unknown. He watched Greg from the side, taking in his appearance. The kid had wild unkempt brown hair with a slight curl, under his blue lab coat; Nick could see the vivid gold striped collar of his shirt underneath. Greg Sanders looked like he was barely out of high school, yet here he was working as a nightshift tech at the Number 2 Crime Lab in the country. Nick had to smile at the irony. He guessed that Greg must be a man of talent, otherwise there's no way Grissom would've hired such a young tech.

Love of two is one
Here but now they're gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn't go on
Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew then disappeared
The curtains flew then he appeared
Saying don't be afraid

Greg continued to dance to the beat, unaware of his new guest. He was finally relieved that he'd almost made it through his first week and hadn't managed to screw up...much. He was thinking about how much his boss, Gil Grissom, made him nervous. The man was a strange one, with an even stranger sense of humor. He glanced at his watched, relieved to find that his break would be soon. He began to work a tad faster, working to the beat of the music. He was glad Grissom had allowed him to play his stereo, so long as it didn't bother any one else. No one had complained, so Greg was as happy as a lark cooped up in the lab. His lab. He liked the idea.

Come on baby... don't fear the reaper
Baby take my hand... don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly... don't fear the reaper
Baby I'm your man...

His song ended, and the lab was quiet again. Nick, who still hadn't moved from his spot, was contemplating bringing attention to himself, when the door behind him opened and Catherine Willows walked in.

"Hey Nicky," she greeted, walking past him. Greg whirled around at the sudden sound of voices, and put on his best I-wasn't-doing-anything look.

"Good morning, Greg," Catherine greeted cheerfully, "I've got an easy one for you." She pulled out a small vial of blood. "Compare this to the sample from the crime scene I gave you earlier. The unknown, not the victims. If they match, then this case is in the bag." Greg took the vial and grinned.

"Always glad to help," he said. She smiled again, and then turned to Nick.

"So what are you lurking around here for? I thought you were working on a case with Warrick," she asked him. Greg turned to get a glimpse of the Texan. He felt heat flush in his cheeks as he took in the sight. The guy was absolutely gorgeous.

"I, umm...we were there already. I was just dropping off a couple of samples that Warrick told me to..." Nick trailed off, placing a bag on the table next to him, "He said to check the rope in there for epithelials. We think it might be the murder weapon, and if it is, we can hopefully get a DNA sample."

"Well, have fun with that one Greg," Catherine said, "I have to go find Grissom now. See you boys later." She left the room swiftly. Greg then turned to Nick again and held out his hand.

"Greg Sanders. I'm the new lab technician around here," he introduced himself. Nick blinked and then shook Greg's hand.

"Nick Stokes, and I remember Grissom mentioning your name to me earlier," Nick said. Greg eyed him for a minute.

"So how long were you standing there for?" he asked. Nick felt a blush creep up to his face. He absent mindedly scratched the back of his head, thinking of an answer.

"Since...I would say... the second chorus?" He flashed Greg one of his mega-watt smiles, and Greg found himself blushing too.

"So then, what do you think of my song?" he asked. Nick smiled again, and then turned towards the door. He pulled the door open, but before he left, he turned around again.

"It needs more cowbells,"

And then he was gone.

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