Title: With a Passion
Author: Mara
Pairing: Warrick/Jim
Rating: FRAO
Summary: Warrick and Jim relive their rocky past. Missing scene after the fight in Jim's office.
Category: H/C, F/T, Angst and Explicit Sex
Spoilers: Pilot, Cool Change and Pledging Mr. Johnson
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. All are owned by Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS. No copyright infringements are intended.
Word Count: 5180

A/N: This is sort of AU. After the first few episodes the rest of the stuff never happened. At least, not the way TPTB wrote it.

Warrick Brown was angrier than he'd ever been in his life. At that particular moment in time, all he wanted to do was wrap his hands around Brass' neck and choke the life out of him. The man was absolutely impossible to deal with. For some unknown reason Brass seemed to have it in for Warrick. And Warrick had no idea why. The sarcastic son-of-a-bitch did everything he could to get him sacked. He even went as far as making sure Nick got his one hundredth case first. It was just too much and at that moment, Warrick hated Jim Brass with a passion. This hatred carried over as Warrick made a bee line for the locker room before he decided to turn around and finish Brass once and for all. The only thing that had stopped him before was Gill Grissom.

As Warrick sat on the bench trying to get his anger under control, Nick came in with a frown on his face.

"Man, what happened with you and Brass? People could hear the shouting for miles."

"He's a bastard! He pulled me off the case for no reason - other than he hates me! He's gonna make sure you get your hundredth first."

"Why would he do that? It doesn't make any sense. What did you do, Warrick?"

"What? I don't need to do anything to piss him off. My mere existence is enough to incite him to try and hurt me."

"Warrick?"

"Fine, I went over his head and got a court order. Okay?"

"And you wonder why he pissed?"

"Well, he wouldn't give me the damn court order and I needed it. I had plenty of evidence, but he refused to listen to me. Now, I've got to baby sit Holly Gribbs, for God knows how long. It just ain't right, man."

"Just take it easy. It'll blow over soon. It doesn't really matter who gets their hundredth case first. You're a damned good CSI and nobody can argue with that. Brass will get over whatever wild hair's gotten up his ass and then we can get back to work."

"Well, thanks for the pep talk. At least, I've gotten over my urge to kill him, thanks to you."

"You're welcome. Besides, I didn't really want to have to bust you outa jail. I'm not sure we could make it all the way to Mexico without getting caught. You do - tend to standout."

"Right! A six foot two, green eyed, black guy and a Texas cowboy. We'd be the talk of Cancun, babe."

"Now, that's not a bad idea. You and me in Cancun?"

"No, Nick! You're like a brother to me and I just can't picture kissing you on a beach. Sorry."

"Thanks a lot. Well, if that's the case I'm gonna go see what Greg's up to. You just go home and chill out. You're way to stressed. Trust me. Everything will be fine."

"Thanks, Nick. See ya later. Have fun with Greg."

"Count on it," Nick said with a grin.

******

Unfortunately, everything wasn't fine. The next day Holly Gribbs was shot! Warrick had left her at a *supposedly* secured crime scene and while she was there alone, the perp returned. Brass delivered the news to a stunned team. Holly was not expected to make it and Brass was livid. He immediately put Warrick on administrative leave, pending an investigation.

The whole team was thrown into chaos. Warrick was devastated beyond words and Gil was forced to call in some extra help. He called upon an old acquaintance named Sara Sidle. He put her in charge of the investigation, but in the end, things didn't look good for Warrick. This whole affair had caused turmoil for everyone. Brass lost control of the unit and it was handed over to Gil. Nick went on to solve his hundredth case and Sara Sidle became a permanent member of the team. Gil was ordered to fire Warrick, but he refused. Gil, ultimately, won the fight to keep Warrick, much to Brass' and Sidle's dismay. They both thought he should've been sacked and that he was solely responsible for the death of Holly Gribbs, but no one blamed Warrick more than himself. He knew he needed help with his gambling problem and when Gil offered assistance, Warrick was smart enough to take it.

Adding insult to injury, the judge, who had issued the court order, blackmailed Warrick into tampering with evidence. Warrick Brown had had enough. He was ready to take back his life. So again, with Gil's help, they set a trap for the judge. It worked like a charm and the judge was arrested by Brass. When it was all over, Jim actually told Warrick that he'd done a good job. Warrick felt a little of the ice melt that night, but they still had a long way to go.

******

Jim Brass knew he'd been too hard on Warrick. He'd baited the man at every turn, just to get a rise out of him. He loved it when he was able to make Warrick lose his cool and he also knew why. He had an attraction for Warrick from the first time he'd laid eyes on him. Oh, Jim had been attracted to women in the past, but nothing compared to this. This was full out lust. Every time he saw Warrick, he had to fight the urge to slam the man up against a wall and fuck him raw. The only way Jim could control this urge was to send poor Warrick into a rage. And Jim had gotten damn good at it, but it was starting to wear thin. It wasn't helping anymore. Jim's lust was getting the better of him and he was starting to feel sorry for Warrick. The young CSI had no idea why Jim seemed to hate him so.

The next night when Jim found Warrick sitting in the locker room with his head in his hands, he had to do something. The man was beating himself up over Holly Gribbs death. The depression was taking it's toll on Warrick. He was starting to look physically sick. It wasn't really all Warrick's fault. Plenty of CSI's had been left alone at crime scenes in the past and some had even been hurt or killed. This wasn't the first time and it probably wouldn't be the last.

"Warrick… um… Rick, come on, man. You've gotta get past this. I know I've been hard on you and well, I'm sorry. This wasn't all your fault. Please, look at me."

Warrick raised his head and looked at Brass. Jim could see the tear streaks clearly. Warrick looked like he'd been crying for a while. His eyes were all bloodshot and puffy.

Warrick sighed, "I'm fine, Brass. Just leave me alone."

"Obviously, you're not fine. You've been crying again. I think you should talk to someone about this."

"You think I need a shrink!"

"Yeah, I do. You're depressed as hell. If you don't get some help, I'm going to talk to Grissom."

"You can't do a damn thing, Brass. You're not in charge anymore. You couldn't handle it. So, they shipped your ass back to the street! Now, leave me the fuck alone." Warrick shouted as he rose to his feet.

Warrick wasn't the only one with a temper. In fact, Brass was famous for his and Warrick was about to find out why.

Warrick took two steps forward before Brass lunged. Jim grabbed Warrick and slammed him into the nearest locker. The assault took the wind out of Warrick and he was helpless to put up a struggle. Brass had him pinned securely against the locker and the look in his eye was anything but sane. Jim put his mouth close to Warrick's ear and growled, "Listen to me Brown, I'm not a patient man and my ass may have been shipped back to the street, but I can still take you down. I can make your life a living hell - if I choose too. I can get you booted out of here so fast, it'll make your head spin. You think you're tougher than me, huh? Try me, Brown. Come on, fight me. Show me whatcha got. Fight me, damn it!"

Brass had been pushing harder into Warrick with every word he uttered and by this time, Warrick simply had no fight left in him. His whole body was shaking and a sob tore lose from his throat. He sagged against Jim and the older man finally came to his senses and realized that Warrick was sobbing in his arms.

Jim loosened his grip and gently lowered Warrick onto a bench. He still held Warrick, but all of his anger had dissipated. Now, his touches were soft and comforting. He rocked the sobbing man until Warrick began to clam. Jim whispered, "Shush, hush now. It's all right. Everything's going to be all right. I'm sorry, Rick. I'm so sorry. I'm not going to hurt you, but damn it - sometimes you make me crazy. You are, without a doubt, the sexiest, but I swear, the most infuriating person I've ever met."

Warrick, finally, pulled away and looked at Jim. His eyes were so big and still wet with tears, but his breathing had returned to normal. Warrick opened his mouth to speak, but Jim didn't give him a chance. Jim stood up and wiped one last tear from Warrick's face. He gave a little sigh, "Look, Warrick. I'm really sorry, Please talk to someone before this gets worse. I know you feel guilt over Holly's death, but it will get better with time. Go home and get some rest." And with that, Jim left.

Warrick sat there for a little while longer going or everything that had just happened. Somewhere in his muddled brain, Warrick found the truth. The truth behind Jim's hatred, as it was. Warrick had felt the heat behind Jim's attack and he now knew that it wasn't hate. Jim had called him sexy and the passion he'd seen in the depths of Jim's eyes, was frightening - yet exciting at the same time. Warrick realized that he was hard - hard as a damn rock and it was all because of Jim Brass.

******

Driving home, Jim thought about the encounter with Warrick. He felt bad. He really hadn't intended to hurt Warrick, but the man knew how to push all the right buttons. Jim had to get his emotions under control. Things couldn't continue the way they were. So, Jim resolved to avoid Warrick as much as possible. He wanted to distance himself from Warrick and put an end to his lustful imaginings once and for all. But, truth be told, Jim was beginning to think that it wasn't all about lust. When he held the sobbing man in his arms, he felt a caring, he'd never felt before. It couldn't be love. It was just that he felt sorry for Warrick. That's what Jim told himself. Even though, he knew it wasn't true. He did love the younger man, but Jim Brass would never admit to such a thing. Not in a million years.

******

The next night, Warrick sat in the break-room with Nick. Warrick hadn't been listening to Nick. His mind was miles away and he just stared into space, until Nick snapped his fingers in front of his face.

"Hey, man. Wake up. You've been acting like a zombie all night. What's up?"

"Nothing, Nick."

"Don't give me that shit! I know you better than that. Come on. You can talk to me. Is it about Holly?" Nick asked with clear concern.

"No. Actually, it isn't. Not this time."

"Then what is it? I can't take much more of this silence. It's getting on my nerves, man."

"Fine! It's about Brass."

"Damn it! Have you two been fighting again? You can't keep this up. Somebody's gonna get hurt."

"Yeah, and I think it's going to be me. Brass is tougher than he looks." A brief twinge of fear crossed Warrick's face, long enough that Nick noticed.

"Oh, God. What happened?"

"We had an encounter in the locker room. He said I should see someone about my depression. I sort of lost it and made some mean remark about his ass getting sent back to the street."

"Tell me you didn't?"

"I did. He got pissed and slammed me into a locker. He was really mad and I couldn't even begin to fight him off. He made threats about getting me fired and all. So, Like the macho man that I am, I just crumbled and started crying like a baby."

"Shit! Did he hurt you, hit you. What?" Nick was on his feet now and the look on his face was murderous. It's a good thing Brass wasn't in the room.

"Nope. He held me until I stopped crying. He told me everything would be all right. Then he said I made him crazy and that I was, without a doubt, the sexiest, but most infuriating person he'd ever met. He dried my eyes and left."

"Holy fuck!"

"That's what I thought too, Nick. Holy fuck!"

"Damn! All this time, Brass has had the hots for you. I never would have guessed. That scenario never even crossed my mind. What the fuck are you gonna do?"

"Not a clue, Nicky. Not a clue."

******

A week passed and there were no more run-ins with Brass. In fact, Warrick suspected that the man was avoiding him. He caught a glimpse of him once or twice, but they were fleeting. Jim was always headed in the opposite direction at a rapid pace. When Warrick was at a crime scene, Jim always stayed in the background. If he needed to find something out he always directed his questions to whoever Warrick was teamed with. Once, when Warrick asked Brass a direct question, he pretended not to hear and walked off. Yes, Brass was definitely avoiding him.

The following week was no better. This time, Brass ignored Warrick completely. He didn't even acknowledge his presence and Warrick was really starting to get upset. Warrick had been thinking about the incident in the locker room and he'd come to the conclusion that he liked the way Jim had held him. He'd started having some serious fantasies about being with him, but now Jim acted like he didn't even exist. What was Warrick going to do? Maybe he should consult Nick, or maybe not. Nick would think he'd lost his mind.

The third week of no response was the straw that broke the camels back. Gil asked Warrick what was going on with him and Brass. People were starting to notice. Nick had questioned him about it earlier and Catherine had been giving him odd looks, for the past several days. He had to get Jim to talk to him. This was getting ridiculous. So, with his best foot forward, Warrick tried being professional. He went to Jim's office and tried to talk to him about a case. Jim said, "Sorry, Brown. I'm in a hurry," and took off. So much for professional.

The next evening Warrick caught up to Jim as he was getting into his car. This time he tried to be sweet and seductive. He batted his big green eyes at Jim and all but offered to blow the man. Jim got in his car, locked the door, started the engine and peeled away, without ever uttering a word to Warrick. Now, Warrick was not only confused, but he was also hurt. He was sure Jim wanted him, but nothing was working. Warrick was about to give up hope when an idea formed. Brass liked to fight, or at least he liked to fight with Warrick. Well, two could play that game. Warrick decided to do everything in his power to piss off the cranky old police captain, in the hopes of getting pinned to a wall again.

******

Two nights later, Warrick was at a crime scene with Catherine. A hooker had been killed by her pimp. Brass was questioning the pimp, when the pimp suddenly shoved Jim out of the way and went for a knife hidden under the sofa cushion. Warrick seized the moment and jumped the guy. He wrestled the pimp to the ground and took the knife away from him. Once, Brass had the man in cuffs, he pulled Warrick aside. Jim didn't look happy, either. Not one bit.

"What the fuck were you thinking, Warrick? Have you gat a death wish? You could've been killed or, at the very least, seriously injured. DON'T EVER DO ANYTHING LIKE THAT AGAIN! Am I making myself clear, Brown?"

"Yes, Sir. I was just trying to help. He could've just as easily knifed you."

"Well, I'm trained to handle that kind of situation. You're not! Now finish processing the scene and then get the hell out of my sight!"

Warrick smirked as Jim turned his back on him and thought, 'That definitely got a rise out of him.'

As soon as Warrick got back to the lab he started spreading the word to anyone who would listen. He told everybody how he had to take down a perp, because Brass couldn't handle the situation. Warrick knew that the story would eventually make it's way back to Brass and all he had to do was sit back and wait for the fall-out. It really shouldn't take all that long, but Warrick waited the entire night and Jim never made an appearance.

******

As Warrick was wrapping up and heading out the door, Nick met up with him in the parking lot. "Hey, Bro. Wait up."

"Hey, Nick. You on your way home?"

"No. I'm on my way to the diner and so are you."

"I'm not really hungry, Nick. I'm kinda tired."

"Come on. We're going to breakfast. I need to talk to you. Follow me." Nick replied with a set determination. So, Warrick got in his truck and followed Nick to the diner.

They took a table all the way in the back and after ordering, Nick gave Warrick his patented *you're fuckin up look.*

"What's wrong, Nick?"

"Why don't you tell me? That little tale you've been spinning is all over the department. I'm sure Brass has heard it by now and I know he's gotta be pissed. I sure would be. So, what's the deal?"

"Hey, everything I said was the truth. I took the guy down without any help from Brass."

"Yeah, but I'll bet Jim wasn't happy about it."

Warrick couldn't help but smile. "No. He shouted like a maniac at me. He was really mad."

"And this makes you happy?" Nick asked astonished.

Warrick tried to hide his glee. "Um, well… of course not."

"You're lying, bro. I'm not stupid. I'll bet you were delirious with joy when Brass yelled at you. Considering, the fact, that he hasn't spoken to you in almost a month. It must have been making you crazy."

"Nick, you don't know what you're talking about. It's not like that."

"Really? So, you're not deliberately trying to make him angry?"

"Why would I do something like that?" Warrick asked innocently.

"Because -- he's ignored you for a month! Man, I'm telling you, this is not the way to go about it. All you're gonna do is piss him off to the point of violence. Jim is not someone you want to mess with."

"Well, what do you suggest I do? I've tried talking to him professionally. I've tried being sweet and seductive. The only thing that works is making him angry. Otherwise, he treats me like I don't exist and I'm damn tired of it!"

"Maybe you should analyze this rationally. What exactly do you want from Jim and what do you hope to gain by making him nuts?"

"I… I'm not sure. I just can't stand him not talking to me."

"You're not sure? Ok. Do you have feelings for him? Do you hate him and want to make his life miserable? Do you want him to fuck you? What?"

"Ah… yes, no and maybe. Would that be so wrong?"

"Of course not, but it's gotta be what you both want. If you want to get him into bed, I don't think driving him to rape is the best way to go, man. Brass can be volatile sometimes. We both know that. Please, try a different approach, for both your sakes."

"How? I need to get him alone and I need to get him to talk to me, but he keeps running away."

"I don't know, bro. Let me think on it. Maybe I can talk to Jim on your behalf or at least, try to feel him out."

"You would do that for me?"

"You're my best friend, Warrick. I'd pretty much do anything for you."

"Thanks, Nick. You're the best."

"Don't thank me yet. Brass may throw my ass out of his office, So, don't -- I repeat -- don't get your hopes up."

"I won't, man. Nothing's ever easy where Brass is concerned. I learned that the hard way."

******

Jim was going over some case notes and fuming over Warrick Brown at the same time. He was so angry, he couldn't concentrate on his notes. He was just about to call it quits when the knock sounded on his office door. Jim prayed that it wasn't Warrick, cause he might just have to kill him.

Jim called, halfheartedly, "come in."

"Hey, Jim. Got a minute?"

"Sure, Nick. What's up?"

"I just stopped by to see how you are?"

"Why? You never have before." Jim said suspiciously.

"Um, well, I wanted to talk to you for a second."

"About what?"

"About Warrick."

"Let's not go any further, Nick. I've got nothing to say about Warrick. Not after that stunt he pulled at the crime scene. He's lucky I didn't have him suspended."

"Jim, did you ever stop to think that might've been your fault. If you hadn't ignored him, he wouldn't have been trying so hard to get your attention."

"You're saying he almost got himself killed - just to get my attention. That's real genius."

"Jim, I just think that you should talk to him. It's not going to hurt. Deep down, I don't think you really hate Warrick and I know he doesn't hate you either."

"Nick, I'm only going to say this once. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY OFFICE, NOW!"

Nick wasn't about to push it when he caught the look on Jim's face. He beat a hasty retreat out of Jim's office.

******

Brass was fit to be tied. It wasn't bad enough that Brown had made him look like a fool in front of his men. He'd then spread the whole story, throughout the department. Now, he'd gone and involved Nick. The shit was about to hit the fan and at that moment, Brass hated Warrick Brown with a passion!

******

Jim waited in his car until he saw Warrick leaving the building. He and Nick waved goodbye to each other and then Warrick got in his car and pulled out of the parking lot. Jim followed. He followed Warrick all the way home. He parked across the street and watched as Warrick went into his house. Jim sat there a few moments before he decided to act.

Jim got out of his car and made his way up Warrick's steps. He was still angry, but he was calmer than he had been earlier. He stood there a moment and then finalized his decision to ring the door bell.

Warrick was a bit surprised to open his door and find Jim Brass standing there, but it wasn't an unpleasant surprise. Warrick thought that maybe Nick had gotten through to him, after all.

Warrick smirked, "Come inside."

As several seconds passed and Jim still hadn't said a word, Warrick was starting to get nervous. Brass had a strange look in his eyes. One, Warrick had never seen before.

"Um, would you like a drink?"

"I already had several, before I left the office. Thanks anyway."

"Ok. What do you need, then?"

"I think you know exactly what I need and trust me, I'm going to have it and anything else I want before I leave."

Warrick started looking around for possible escape routes and unfortunately, Jim was blocking the main exit. Warrick didn't think he could make it to the back door, before Jim was on him, even if he had been drinking. Brass was pretty fast for a middle aged man. Warrick's only option was to try and talk his way out of it.

"Jim, please come and sit down. We can talk about what's bothering you calmly. I know it was foolish of me to take down a suspect, but I was just worried that you might've gotten stabbed."

"I'm really touched by your concern, Brown, but that didn't stop you from telling everyone that I'm incompetent. And it didn't stop you from putting Nick smack dab in the middle of this. Now, did it?"

Warrick thought, 'Oh Shit!'

Jim had been approaching ever closer to Warrick during their exchange and Warrick had been backing up the entire time. Somehow, Jim had managed to back Warrick all the way into the bedroom, without the younger man ever noticing.

The motion was swift. One sweep of Jim's foot underneath Warrick's leg, sent him sprawling backwards onto the bed. Warrick was breathing hard and he was frightened, but this, after all, had been his goal. He'd wanted to goad Brass into taking action. Well, It seemed his plan had worked. Brass was certainly taking action.

Warrick took a deep breath. He didn't want to sound pleading. He controlled his voice as best he could.

"Jim, please?"

"Shut up, Brown. Don't speak unless I ask you something. All I need is a simple yes or no from you. Is this what you want?"

Warrick looked up into Jim's feral gaze and thought, 'God, yes, this is what I want.'

"Yes."

"That's all I need to know."

Jim proceeded to throw himself on top of Warrick. He straddled the man's hips and ripped his shirt open in a burst of strength that rivaled a younger man. Next came the jeans. He opened them swiftly and slid them down Warrick's shaking form. In no time, Jim had Warrick naked and panting. Jim gazed at the prize in front of him with unabashed lust. He ran his hand down Warrick's smooth chest, stopping to twist a nipple, on it's decent to lower regions. Warrick cried out in pain or pleasure. Jim wasn't sure and he really didn't care, at this point. The only thing Jim wanted - was to pound Warrick into the mattress and release all his pent up frustrations. And damn, nothing was going to stop him in that quest.

Jim pushed Warrick down further on the bed, making him lie down with the subtle pressure of lips and hands, allowing his eyes to sweep the length of the prone body. He lay down on top of him and attacked his lips in the most brutal kiss Warrick had ever experienced. Then Jim's mouth moved down the length of Warrick's body to engulf the head of Warrick's cock, his tongue spiraling down slowly. Jim took Warrick to the root in one fluid movement, deep throating him with the effortlessness born of experience. The whimpers of pleasure coming from Warrick translated into a passion filled feeding frenzy. Jim growled around Warrick's cock, sending the helpless man into another spasm. Meanwhile, Warrick had been thrusting with an eager rhythm into Jim's skilled mouth. He was on the verge of coming. Jim reached around and slipped a finger into the sweat slick crevice of the younger man's ass. He pressed into the tight hole, hooking his finger slightly to manipulate the sensitive gland, and Warrick exploded with a muffled shout, spilling his warm emission down Jim's receptive throat.

Jim let Warrick's softening cock slip from his mouth and he rolled Warrick over and placed him, stomach down, over a pillow to allow better access. He rummaged in the nightstand drawer for something to use as lubricant and came out triumphant. "Oh, yes," Warrick moaned, "fuck me, now."

The words stoked the fire of Jim's lust and waves of heat suffused his body. His face changed as he became like a man possessed. He slathered a generous handful of lube over his cock, careful not to let his hand linger lest he push himself over the edge. Parting the muscular globes of Warrick's ass with the other hand, he stretched Warrick's entrance with slick fingers until he could wait no longer. Jim pounded inside the younger man's willing body, laying along his heated back, forcing himself deeper with every powerful thrust of his hips.

Warrick tilted his head back to nuzzle against Jim's hot mouth and felt Jim's teeth penetrate his shoulder. Warrick cried, "Oh fuck!"

Jim growled and shuddered, speeding his rhythm for the final thrusts before the surge of orgasm. Jim exploded inside Warrick and then pulled out and collapsed on the bed next to Warrick, utterly spent.

After the post orgasmic haze began to wear off, Jim got up and started to dress.

Warrick rolled over and looked at the back of his hastily, dressing lover. Warrick was desperate by this time. He reached out and grabbed hold of Jim's arm. "Please, stay!"

Jim turned and looked quizzically at Warrick. "Why would you want me to? I didn't exactly ask nicely."

"No, but at least - you did ask and I really don't want you to go." Warrick was pleading now. His eyes seemed so lost. Jim removed his shirt and climbed back onto the bed with Warrick. They were facing each other and Jim reached out to gently stroke Warrick's cheek. He knew without a doubt that he would never be satisfied like this again. Once could never be enough. He wanted Warrick with everything he had. He wanted to possess him, own him and make him his - forever!

Jim whispered softly, "Rick, I want you with a passion that I've never felt before, but it's been a long time and I don't know how to achieve that goal."

Rick kissed Jim tenderly and said. "I do. With a passion."

The End