Title: My New Desk
Author: Dee
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 310
Pairings: Gil/Nick
Characters: Nick Stokes, Greg Sanders and Riley Adams.
Warnings: AU Fluff…as always!
Spoilers: V.v.vague for S9013 – ‘Deep fried and minty fresh.’
Disclaimer: In my dreams they are like, totally mine!
Beta: Unbeta-ed. I thank high_striker for his wonderful icon. All errors are mine.
A/N: I thought about this, this afternoon whilst out shopping and after seeing the latest episode. I’ve just written it - it is my 100th fic and I had hoped for something long and soppy and sexy to mark the mile stone…and then this little ficlet just popped out! I really will just go on holiday now!!

Nick sat at the desk and spread his hands out and felt the surface. He then leaned his forearms on it and clasped his hands together. Then he sat back in the chair and swivelled it to one side and then the other and then back to the centre.

He chuckled to himself and shook his head, sitting up straight at the desk, he took out his cell and composed a text message and smiled as he sent it to his number one contact.

‘hey sittin at ur desk its v.nice becuz i feel close to u miss you hope ur workin hard & not watchin tv & eatin popcorn & drinkin beer ilu cu l8r nxxxx’

A few minutes later Nick’s cell buzzed to tell him he had a message. He had a rough idea what the message would say – he wasn’t wrong...

‘Just because you are texting a message doesn’t mean you should abandon your spelling – it’s appalling. I am not watching TV, eating popcorn or drinking beer, I’m doing some on line research and I've written 500 words of the 5000 words I need for the article, but I do miss you. By the way, it’s NOT MY desk, it’s YOUR desk, you’ve worked hard for it and it’s yours by right, not default. I love you too and will see you later. Gil xxxx’

Nick was laughing as he read the message, the man might well have relinquished the lab and his desk but he could still be counted on to give a lecture…even if it was by text.

Just then Greg and Riley came in.

“Hey Nick, getting used to Grissom’s old desk?”

“This is not Grissom’s old desk, it’s my new desk. Have you finished up those reports, because I’ve got another 406 here, both of you can go.”

The End