CSI Story


Title: Every Night
Author: Leah1878
Rating: R
Pairing: Warrick/Brass
Challenge (if applicable): none
Summary: Jim’s feelings start to change
Author's Note/Warnings: For taligator, who gave me the idea with her post about ‘Hollywood Brass’
Disclaimer: Not mine


Jim felt him thrust into him again and again, harder and harder until he’d thought he’d die. He could see the green eyes looking down at him, the pupils dilated with desire and he ran his hands over him, scraping his nails against Jim’s shoulders and sides, and finally Jim saw stars as he lay gasping and staring up at the ceiling.

“Warrick…”

Jim sat up suddenly, breathing hard, and groaned. Not again. Every night, *every fucking night* since he and Warrick had gotten back from LA. He stumbled out of bed and over to the shower.

He was too old to be having dreams like some sort of hormone filled teenager.

He stepped in, and let the water run down him, washing the sweat off him. Why did this keep happening, why did he keep having dreams about him? He tried to tell himself that Warrick was nothing special, but even as he thought it, he knew it was a lie.

Warrick Brown was smart, capable, one of the best CSIs he had working for him, and fucking hot as hell.

And he wanted him.

More then wanted him, he needed to be around him, needed to hear his soft lilting voice, even needed to argue with him, although they didn’t argue so much anymore.

He dressed, and drove into work. Maybe if he was having good karma he could get away with not seeing him tonight.

Figures he wouldn’t get that lucky.

The second he walked through the doorway, Warrick called his name, and ran to catch up to him.

“Hey Jim.” He said, and Jim tried to focus on anything other his big green eyes.

“Hey Warrick.” He answered, working hard to keep his voice normal.

“How’s Ellie doing?” Warrick asked, falling into step beside him.

Jim sighed. Another one of his many issues. “Better, I think.” He said, not going into detail.

“That’s good.” Warrick touched the side of his arm lightly, and Jim tensed.

“Look, Warrick, I really have to go, I’ll talk to you later.” Jim said, pulling away and taking off down the hallway towards Grissom’s office.

Warrick watched him go, confused. He turned back to where Nick was waiting for him. “That was weird.” He said, looking back over his shoulder.

“I’ll say.” Nick walked behind him into the break room. “He called you Warrick.”

Warrick glanced over at him. “What’s so weird about that?”

“Well, think about it.” Nick answered, leaning against the desk. “He always calls you Rick, he has ever since you two stopped arguing.”

“Ever since who stopped arguing what?” Greg said as he walked up behind him, causing Warrick to jump slightly.

“Brass calls Warrick Rick.” Nick said, and Greg nodded.

“Yeah, that’s like his way of saying that you guys are friends now instead of enemies.” Greg poured himself a cup of coffee. Warrick furrowed his eyebrows at him.

“The same way you call him Jim now.” Greg explained.

“Oh.” Warrick said, thinking. “But if he’s calling me Warrick now does that mean I did something to make him mad?”

“Possibly.” Greg leaned against the desk next to Nick. “But if he only called you Warrick once, then maybe he just forgot for a second.”

Warrick nodded, then straightened. “Okay, so where are we on this case?”

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“Are you okay Jim?” Grissom asked. “You seem distracted.”

Brass shook his head. “Nah, I’m fine. I just- didn’t get much sleep.”

Grissom was about to respond when the door opened and Warrick poked his head in. “Griss, they’ve got the suspect in custody if you guys want to go talk to him.” He looked at Brass, but he seemed to be ignoring him. He turned to leave.

“Bye.” He said, a little hurt.

“See you later Warrick.” Grissom answered. Jim remained stubbornly silent.

He waited until Warrick had left, then stood to leave too, avoided Grissom’s questioning look. “Okay, well, I’ve got some work to do, I’ll call you if I hear anything.”

“Alrigh-” Grissom started to say, but Brass was already half way down the hallway.

What was that? Brass was usually very professional, even to people he didn’t particularly like, and now he was ignoring and even running away from Warrick, who he was actually pretty good friends with.

Grissom shook his head, confused. It was very weird.

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Jim got back into his car. Okay, this was ridiculous. He couldn’t keep running away from Rick like this, someone was bound to notice something was wrong.

He would have to work with a bunch of investigators who couldn’t keep out of other people’s business if their lives depended on it.

Well, everything would be fine. He’d stop running away like some sort of psycho, and everything would go back to the way it was supposed to be. No problem.

And then he saw him. Walking over to the car with Nick, his green shirt that brought out his eyes ruffled slightly from the breeze. He could practically feel those long piano-player fingers running up his sides and down his chest, his heart thumping loudly as Warrick undid his jeans and-.

Fuck. This was going to be harder then he thought.