Title: Black Rain
Author: Kama Mara
Pairing: Warrick/Nick
Fandom: CSI
Rating: G
Author's notes: Just a really short fic written on a very yucky, depressingly rainy day trying to get a pained Warrick say an 'I love you' of sorts to Nick.
Summary: Warrick makes things clear.

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It's raining. Rain so black the entire world is an oil spill, and I know that somewhere he's out there, walking in the wet darkness, with his back to the harsh lights of Las Vegas. I haven't been able to see him since this early afternoon, separate cases and all that, and while the hours go by as I work, I think about him, and I miss him. It's impossible not to.

I mean, I love the guy. And I think he might even love me back.

He stalks into the lab at nearly midnight. I'm in the middle of processing some hair samples, not even knowing that I'm no longer alone in the room, when hands wrap around my waist and a face presses against the small of my back. "Warrick –" I begin, startled and trying to turn around, but the arms only tighten, cutting me off. He could be made of iron for all I can move.

"No, just… stay like this for a moment." His whisper is husky, mumbled into the side of my neck. If it's possible, his arms go tighter, and I almost can't breathe. I want to tell him that we really shouldn't be doing this here, people can see, Grissom will have a seizure, among many other things, but the words keep on withering and dying on the tip of my tongue. I can smell him, his cologne and beneath it, something that's just Warrick, too good to express with mere words. And beneath that, I can smell his desperation.

He clutches at the front of my shirt, and he's trembling with all he has. I can feel dampness on my back where his face is, although I'm not sure if it's from the rain or… but surely, he can't be crying, can he? If someone sees us, then so be it.

"Fuck. Fuck." He hisses, and his voice is so ragged my heart twists. What the hell happened today during his case? "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He can't seem to stop saying it.

"Shh, it's alright." I whisper back, wanting to soothe the pain away somehow, hoping its working.

Suddenly, he half-turns me around, hands on my shoulders and pulling me close. But before I can move, his mouth is on mine. The kiss is blistering hard.

"Leave me and I'll kill you."

I catch a glimpse of his eyes, flat and yellow as a cat's, and then he's gone just as quickly as he came, leaving me alone in the glare of fluorescent light.

The End

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