Title: My Wife
Author: Dee
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 672
Pairings: Gil and Nick
Characters: Gil Grissom, Nick Stokes, mention of the gang and an OFC
Warnings: 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: Just a little something for an extremely wet Bank Holiday Sunday! The ring I describe was mine....stolen in a burglary in 2001. Might post another tomorrow in honour of my computer being useable...ISP probs all week!!!

Lizzie was the new recruit to the graveyard shift. They'd all been impressed with her, even Sara (begrudgingly), she was obviously going to make the grade, not the academic one, but the one where she had to impress 'graveyard'.

She'd worked steadily through all the members of the shift accompanying them to a whole gamut of crime scenes and nothing so far had fazed her.

Gil had spent a fair amount of time with her, being the supervisor and the 'sort of' training person and he'd thought she would fit in really well. She was emotionally strong and would eventually cope very well in competition with Catherine and Sara.

Lizzie had been with them for five arduous weeks and this particular night found them all in the rest room together. They'd ordered pizza in and were enjoying the feast. Finally full, they were just lounging in their chairs with coffees, sodas or waters and exchanging pleasantries.

Lizzie was taking her time getting to know her new colleagues. She wasn't a gossip, (but that would improve), she wanted to explore the dynamics herself and draw her own conclusions.

She'd noticed that Warrick and Nick both wore wedding bands. Warrick's was a plain gold band, but she was particularly taken with Nick's. It was a thick, satin finished band - not thick wide but depth wise and there was a square diamond set into the gold flanked by white gold or platinum shanks, she supposed they were, but the whole setting was flush with the gold band. It also looked new.

"So Nick what's your wife like - what does she do?" she asked of Nick.

All of them looked up and became instantly quiet and extremely interested in the reply Nick was going to make. Lizzie, concentrating on Nick, didn't notice the sudden shift in the mood.

Nick was going to play this for all he was worth, they could all tell, and no one would miss it. Nick leaned back in his seat, put his hands behind his head interlinking his fingers, and pretended to think.

"Mmmmm - let me think about that. How would I describe my wife? Well...my wife is actually about my height, carries a little itsy-bitsy bit of extra weight, has dark sapphire blue eyes and short soft, curly hair and I have to say it's going a little grey and even white at the temples and has the cutest dimple I ever did see."

He paused to think about it a little more and you could have heard a pin drop - apart from a quiet snorting noise emanating from....Catherine, or was that Gil, or both, for differing reasons.

"My wife can cook but hates to cook so I have to do most of it and the same with the housewifely chores an' all, I have to end up doin' all of em'. But my wife does have other qualities, lecturing an' all..."

"Oh, she's a lecturer? Lizzie butted in.

"Errrr, not exactly, no. But can do if required. My wife can do a lot of things if required and let me tell you that the sex is fabu......" is as far as he got before all the others erupted into laughter - well nearly all. Gil was giving Nick an incredulous, 'I can't believe you just said that' look.

Lizzie was lost, but game, "I'm being set up here aren't I...but I just can't quite grasp what it is yet." She looked around her new colleagues - all spluttering and laughing...except Gil. She looked at him for a few more moments and then stared at him more intently and then gasped. "Oh my GOD!!" She saw the man who was about Nick's height, a little overweight, the blue eyes and the cutest dimple SHE'd ever seen! She flushed crimson.

"I had no idea, obviously. I'm sorry...." But before anyone could say anything to her, she said, "But, Nick if you have to do all the cooking and all the housewifely chores doesn't that make YOU the wife?"

The End