Title: Nasty
Author: Dee
Rating: PG
Word Count: 492
Pairings: Gil/Nick
Characters: Gil Grissom and Nick Stokes
Warnings: AU Fluff
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: In my dreams they are like, totally mine!
Beta: jayceepat and podga for their invaluable help in the Americanisation of the fic and their insightful comments. I thank high_striker for his wonderful icons. I am indebted to them all. Any errors are mine.
A/N: This was written for cgrgrl and her lovely 'Nice Monday Morning Present' posted on...Monday! (12th May)

"What the f...?"

"What's the matter, Nicky?"

"Have you seen this mug.....well...the contents...ugh, it's nasty?"

"Oh, yes, that's my mug."

"Yours? What on earth are you playing at...it's disgusting?"

"No, it isn't, I just thought I'd see what I could grow in the lab....you know by just leaving it around for a few days.....weeks...."

"Right. In the lab, in a mug, on a shelf?"

"Yes. What's wrong with that? You must have done it at school, in science class."

"You're right, I did. At school...twenty, twenty five years ago, maybe...school, not work."

"Where's your sense of adventure Nicky?"

"This is an adventure?"

"A science adventure. This environment is so different from school, air con, filtered air, lighting conditions, I just wondered if it would grow differently from when I was at school."

"Don't tell me you have your old notes from school....now they must be old."

"You may be surprised to hear we used pen and paper....we'd recently given up the stone and chisel...and of course I've kept my notes. Why wouldn't I...when something like this crops up I can refer back and see how times have changed...or not...by comparing the results."

"They're in those boxes in the garage aren't they? I knew it."

"They might be. But, I bet your notes are still at your parent's home in Texas."

"They might be."

"Ha! And you're calling me on it....."

"Yeah, but I'm not the one conducting a schoolboy experiment in a lab surrounded by all the high tech equipment you could wish for."

"But, that's the attraction. Doing something basic, in the face of all the technology we have...this will still give me a result and the pleasure of checking out an old experiment."

"You know, sometimes I think you're a seriously weird guy, Gil...you know that?"

"You do?"

"Yeah.... A mug full of mould in a high tech lab...checking old school notes...that sort of thing."

"Loving you?"

"Yeah, that too."

"Seriously, Nicky, you think that's weird?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Nicky...."

"Don't get all emo, man, I meant that here you are, a real science geek with such enthusiasm for a simple thing like growing mould in a coffee mug...a man of learning and great intelligence and...well, you love me.....a lightweight."

"Oh, Nicky, you're no lightweight....you're a science major, a forensic scientist and you hold your own with me any day."

"No I don't...none of us do.....not even Greggo...although Hodges thinks he does."

"You do Nick...you're learning all the time, always wanting to know more....I'm just a stupid geek trying to recapture some old times....here, give me the mug I'll wash it out."

"You WILL not. I can help, can't I, documenting the types of growth you've managed to get in here....and I can get to see your notes from school....maybe I'll get Momma to send all my old stuff up and we can compare notes."

"I'd love that Nicky....nearly, but not quite, as much as I love you."

The End