Title: Nine Versus Two
Author: amazonqueenkate
Pairing: Nick Stokes/Bobby Dawson
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Theme: #10: #10
Warnings: snippets; disconnectedness; hotties; the look of a man who...
Disclaimer: I string a bunch of words together, but none of them are the deed to the CSI empire. Sad, I know.
Author's Notes: This was actually one of the hardest prompts to write. Yeah, I don't know why. Whatever the case, it's a nice departure from the usual, if nothing else.

Catherine Willows smiles coyly as she picks up the results of her ballistics test.

"Far be it for me to state the obvious, Bobby," she comments, pulling out her words like taffy, "but you seem different lately. Something you want to tell me?"

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"Sex is phenomenally bacteria-filled," Mia grumbles in the break room as she refills her water bottle. "The swapping of semen and vaginal contributions, not to mention salvia… It's disgusting, and if it weren't necessary for reproduction, most people would probably never have it."

She puts the pitcher back into the fridge with enough force to rattle the shelves. "You'd better be using protection," she warns.

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"Dawson, you are wearin' the look of a man who is regularly getting laid," Warrick appraises as he wanders through on his way to the garage. "What's your secret, dude? Share with the class, because I just keep striking out."

He sighs, shakes his head. "No fair, man," he says as he opens the door to the garage. "No fair at all."

==

Archie's eyes narrow as he glances over his computer monitor.

"You know, I'm a hot guy," he states plainly. "Smart. Funny. An excellent catch. And even using eHarmony, I lose to you." He waves a hand. "It's some sort of galactic conspiracy. Next thing you know, Brass'll have a girlfriend, and then, the apocalypse."

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"Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby." Greg shakes his head harder with every repetition. "To be happily ensconced in a relationship is one thing, but really. To not tell your friends when it's obvious that you've got some special someone at home?"

He clutches a hand to his heart, melodramatically, and raises his eyes to the ceiling.

"It cuts me right here, Bobby. Right. Here."

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"Honestly, I could care less about your personal life." Hodges frowns at the statement, pulling his eyes from his microscope. "Wait, no. I couldn't care less about your personal life. The first, well, it implied caring. Can't have that."

He returns to the scope. "Besides," he adds conversationally, "I may have a strong mind, but I'd rather be left without the scarring mental images that such knowledge would invoke, thank you."

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Sara blinks, and hard.

"Rumor has it that you're seeing someone new." She sounds shocked, her lips pursing for a moment. "You know, Bobby, I just always thought of you as the married type. I figured you already had the wife, the kids, the white picket fence."

She considers the idea for a moment longer. "Well, good for you."

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"Who am I going to be an old maid with now?" Jacqui whines, flopping back into a wheeled chair and sending it rolling a few inches. "I had it all planned out – the house we'd live in, the trips we'd take, our lonely retirement of two women who can never get the men they want." She paused. "Well, one woman and one… I can't think of a way to correct that statement that won't get me shot."

She sighs, and spins around in the chair. "If he's not a hottie, I'll be sorely disappointed."

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Grissom quirks an eyebrow. Doesn't actually say anything, but just briefly quirks that one eyebrow as he picks up his results.

"Thank you," he says, and walks off in the manner of a man who has just put the pieces together.

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"They'll speculate for a while, man," Nick comments, shrugging slightly. His house is quiet as he tosses his keys and wallet beside the phone. "Then, they'll forget, and you'll be off the hook."

He turns around and comes near, brushing kisses here and there, both on and off lips, smiling as he does it. "We'll be off the hook," he amends warmly. "Both of us."