Title: Trouble Magnet
Author: Bj Jones
Rating: FRM
Disclaimer: I don't own them. They are owned by various executives, producers, writers and studios who have more lawyers on retainer than I want to mess with. I'm not making any money and promise to return them some day.
Summary: He attracted trouble.
Beta: Star (Gil)
Warning: Threesome - so instead of two guys - its three - don't like it don't read it
Challenge: 30 Distractions - Gil/Nick/Warrick
Prompt: # 24 - Arguments
Word Count: 955

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Gil watched as his lover paced inside his office. "He's a trouble magnet."

"I wouldn't exactly say that...." He slipped off his glasses and looked at Warrick

He stilled and stared at his lover. "Oh let us count the ways: had a gun pulled out on him, thrown out a window, stalked, and let's not even bring up the last situation."

Grissom opened his mouth and then closed it. "Good point; he attracts trouble."

"I think we should do something about it." Warrick sat down on the couch across from the older man.

"And what do you suggest?" Gil leaned back. "We can't lock him up in the lab."

Brown stood up and began to pace again. "Strap a GPS tracker on him, make sure he never leaves the lab alone..."

The older man thought about it. "Well I could assign him to Greg..."

"Hell no, Sanders is just as bad - exploding labs and the latest situation. The two of them together and they'll end up in an international hostage situation," Warrick ranted.

"What do you suggest?" Gil asked.

"Well," the younger man sat down, "assign the two of us together."

"A little obvious, don't you think?" Grissom eyed him.

"Well what do you suggest?" was Warrick's aspirated response.

"How about not talking about me while I'm in the same room," Nick drawled.

Both men looked over at him, and then turned back to each other. "So what do you suggest?"

"I'm going to go fix breakfast while you two decided how to track my every move." He moved out the office.

Gil watched his other lover leave the room. "He's upset."

"He's not allowed to be upset." Warrick threw his hands up in the air. "The past four years I've had at least a dozen or so heart attacks because of him."

"Nick is a good soul, one that despite sin city and all the hell its thrown at him, is still good and pure." The older man stood up and moved for the door. "One who went against the grain of his upbringing to be a good Texan boy and marry a beautiful woman and have a dozen kids, and has given his heart to an old recluse and a black street wise ex-gambler."

Warrick sighed. "He's still a trouble magnet."

Gil grinned, "Now let's go apologize to our lover, because once he gets that pout, we're doomed and you know it."

"Maybe we should strap him to the bed." The taller man grinned as they moved down the hall. "He's safe and we get to play with him."

"I'm not going to quit my job and by your love slave," came the Texas drawl from the kitchen.

"Damn your good hearing," Warrick grumbled as he moved into the kitchen, pulling the smaller man into his arms kissing his temple. "What are you fixing us for breakfast?"

"I'm fixing me some waffles; you can fend for yourself." Nick pulled out of his arms.

Gil's eyebrow rose as he glanced over at Warrick. "Nick..."

He turned on the both of them, arms crossed, a frown on his face. He was upset. "It's not my fault things happen, and I don't appreciate you two treating me like a child."

"We just want to protect you." Warrick cupped his cheek. "Each time something has happened..."

"We had to stand by and just watch," Gil finished for him.

"By locking me up?" Nick demanded.

"Okay, so handcuffing you to the bed isn't the best idea," the older lover admitted.

"It's not that bad of an idea," Warrick countered earning a glare from his lover. "What? I wouldn't mind having you laid out before us naked, wanting and at out mercy."

Nick tried not to moan at the thought. "Not the point right now."

"The point is I love you and am scared to death I'm going to lose you to some psychopath out there who's decided to...." Nick pulled the taller man into his arms and kissed him.

Gil watched his younger lovers comfort each other, when two hands reached out and pulled him into the embrace. He was kissed thoroughly by Nick, and before he could recover Warrick took his turn.

"I can't promise nothing will happen, but I can promise to do my best to always come home to you." Nick ran a hand through Gil's soft hair while Warrick held him close.

"So no GPS?" Warrick teased.

Nick growled lightly and pushed his lover back. "Out of the kitchen while I cook us breakfast."

Gil pulled Warrick out of the kitchen and whispered, "There's GPS in his phone."

"I heard that!" Nick yelled.

The two men grinned and moved towards the living room, continuing their plotting.

*~ A Week Later ~ *

"Today there was an International hostage situation that took place in Caesar's Palace..." Gil clicked off the TV and looked over at Greg and Nick. "You two are never allowed to work together again."

"But, Gris, it wasn't our fault!" Greg whined. "I mean, we were just walking to the crime scene and..."

Nick sighed and muttered, "I'm so getting handcuffed to the bed."

"Damn right." Warrick fingered the cuffs eyeing his trouble magnet of a lover.

*~ The End ~ *