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The Bet (CSI, Warrick/Greg)

The Bet (3051 words) by gryvon
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Warrick Brown/Greg Sanders
Additional Tags: Community: slashfest

Warrick would give anything to get Greg to shut up.

Warrick shot an annoyed glare at Greg as he babbled about Warrick’s results, taking the long-winded way in explaining the results. There were some days, most days really, when he’d give anything just for the kid to shut up. He tapped his pen against his palm as Greg worked his way around to the point in his usual round-about way. Greg’s eyes followed the silver pen with vague interest. Thinking back, Greg had mentioned before that he liked the sleek silver pens Warrick always picked up.

“Yo, Greg,” he interrupted as an idea came to him. Greg’s lips stilled and he smiled at Warrick with thinly veiled amusement. Once he had Greg’s attention Warrick held up the pen. “I’ll give you this pen if you’ll shut up for five minutes.”

The challenge only made Greg’s smile wider. He practically bounced as he made a zipping motion across his lips. Warrick checked the time before holding out his hand towards Greg. “Can I have my results?”

Greg handed him the paper without a word, his smile saying that Greg thought he was getting the better end of the deal.

Warrick took his time reading over the results. Nothing out of the ordinary, and definitely nothing that warranted the song and dance Greg had been putting on. He guessed it was just a way for Greg to derive amusement from them all. Considering the rest of his day was spent playing with test tubes and pushing buttons, Warrick couldn’t really blame him. But logic didn’t do much to placate him when all he wanted was a simple answer so he could move on with the next part of his case.

Greg tapped him on the shoulder to get Warrick’s attention and then pointed to his watch. Five minutes was up. He handed over with a wry smile, his insides fluttering as Greg turned his smile up on high.

“Thank you.” Greg took the pen with a flourish, sweeping down into a comical bow before tucking the pen away into his coat pocket. “I’ve been trying to find where you’ve been getting those for weeks.”

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