Title: Kilts
By: Caroline Crane
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Summary: Because apparently ruggerdavey hates me and likes to see me suffer. There is a spoiler in here for season five, but it's from the premiere so it should be safe.

It was officially the weirdest case of his life. Well, okay, it wasn't as weird as the alien buried at Area 51. Or the whole thing with the Furry Convention, but it was way up there. And he really thought he'd seen everything after six years in Vegas, but this was the first time he'd been in an entire room full of guys in skirts.

Kilts, he corrected himself automatically, and he probably shouldn't be so surprised that there was a bagpipe players' convention in town. There was a convention for everything else in Vegas, after all, and in the grand scheme of things this one was more normal than most.

Still, that didn't stop it from being weird, and he was pretty sure he was going to have the image of that huge guy in a little plaid kilt burned into his memory for a long time. He shook his head in a futile attempt to erase the mental image, pushing the lab door open and stepping inside. "You get anything off the sk…kilt?"

Greg glanced up at him when Nick walked in, grinning at the near-slip before he shook his head. "No semen, no DNA that didn't belong to the vic. Doesn't look like a sex thing."

"I think it might be easier if it was," Nick said, frowning down at the photos of the crime scene Greg had spread out on the table in front of him. "At least then we'd have a motive. I mean he wasn't wearing any underwear…"

"Come on, Nick, no self-respecting Scotsman wears anything under his kilt. Everybody knows that."

Nick rolled his eyes, looking up from the crime scene photos to find Greg still grinning at him. "Yeah, well, some of us don't spend our time thinking about what a guy's supposed to wear under his skirt."

As soon as he said it he knew it was a mistake; they weren't even close to solving the case, and if he started thinking about guys in skirts – Greg in a skirt – he wasn't going to make it through the night. His cheeks flushed at the thought, and when Greg laughed again Nick knew it was way too late to deny it.

"You got a thing for guys in drag you haven't told me about?"

"G…" Nick began, but the warning in his voice was no match for his furious blush.

"Because I don't have a problem with that," Greg continued, talking over Nick like he hadn't even heard him. "I'll even let you look under my skirt if you want."

And now he was going to spend the rest of the night blushing and hard, but he had a feeling it might be worth it. "My place after work," he said, voice low and thick and he really needed to get out of here before he did something they'd both regret.

"I'll be there," Greg called after him. "As soon as I stop by my place to change."