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Love Undercover - Ch 2

Title: Love Undercover

Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas

Pairing: Greg Sanders x Nick Stokes

Rating: Mature

Summary: In part one of this series, Nick and Greg get sent on a special undercover mission by Grissom and Brass, an undercover mission as a couple at an all exclusive couples resort. Their mission is to find their targets and keep them safe while maintaining the illusion that they are a happily married couple, but they may end up finding more then they bargained for while at Lovers Lane Resort.

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They pulled into the resort shortly after six that night. Nick parked the car in the fairly empty lot and turned to Greg. "You wanna check us in? I'll grab the bags and meet you inside."

"Sure thing," Greg nodded, then took a breath, "you, uh, you ready for this?"

"Yeah, man, we got this."

Greg just nodded again as Nick pat his shoulder with a smile and said, "I'll meet you inside, hubby," and got out of the car to grab the bags.

Greg took another few seconds inside the car to calm his shaking limbs, then grabbed the file folder Grissom had given them before they left. Inside, he pulled out his new drivers license that now read 'Greg Stokes' and the receipt proving payment for the resort.

When he walked inside the small log cabin that was being used as their reception area, he was greeted by an older lady with a friendly smile. "Welcome to Lovers Lane Resort, are you checking in?"

"Yes," he smiled back at her and stepped up to the desk, "we are."

"Do you have your receipt and some photo ID? I'll need your partner's ID as well."

He handed her both items and gestured towards the door, "He's just grabbing the bags, should be in soon."

"That's not a problem, love, I'll start the process while we wait for him."

And as if on cue Nick walked inside carrying all of their bags and stepped up beside Greg. He placed the bags on the floor by his feet and smiled at the lady behind the desk, "Hi there, Ma'am."

"Hello, and welcome!" She turned from the computer for a moment to return Nick's smile, "I have your partner's ID, but may I borrow yours for a moment?"

He popped his licence out of his wallet and handed it to her, and she placed it on her desk beside Greg's, "How long have you two been married?"

Greg found himself still a bit unstable and unable to answer, but Nick swooped in smoothly and calmly, surprising Greg as he placed a hand on his waist and said, "One wonderful year! It's our anniversary this weekend."

"Oh, congratulations!" She clapped her hands together, "You two make a lovely couple! And I'm sure you'll both have a wonderful time here for your anniversary. We have lots of great activities planned, you'll love it."

"We've been looking forward to it for months now, can't wait to see what you've got in store."

Greg turned his attention to Nick, in awe of how easily he slipped into this role when he felt like he was going to explode any second. But as much as he was loving this already, the closeness of Nick, his arm around him, hand on his waist, he had to take a second to remind himself not to get too caught up. This was not reality and could never be.

"Alright then," the lady said, snapping him out of his thoughts, "here's your ID back, and Tyler over there will show you two lovely gentlemen to your cabin. It's your home here for the next three weeks, so make yourselves comfortable. Dinner will be served to you tonight in your cabin, and breakfast every morning, but starting tomorrow, lunch and dinner will be served in our great Hall for all couples. An itinerary has been left in your room, so feel free to attend any of the activities that are scheduled, other than that you are free to use what the facility has to offer at any time. And should you need anything else just pick up the bedside phone and it will dial directly to the front desk. Enjoy your first night gentlemen."

"Thanks a lot," was all Greg could manage at the moment as they turned from the desk.

Nick bent down to grab the bags but Tyler stepped in and took them instead telling them to follow him to their cabin. As he walked out the door Greg made to follow him but stopped when Nick gave his arm a pat. He turned back to look at him and Nick just held a hand out towards him. He stared at it for a moment in question before he realized Nick wanted him to hold his hand.

He took it and Nick pulled him close to his side as they followed Tyler towards the cabins. It was great, being pulled into Nick's side and holding hands as they walked in the night, but again Greg was hit in the gut by the heart wrenching reminder that this was all fake. Just a show for the lady at the desk and now Tyler. Once the door closed behind them, it would go back to normal.

They walked for about five minutes before Tyler walked up the porch steps of one of the cabins and opened the door, "And this is your new home for the next three weeks."

They walked inside and both were actually stunned at how nice it was inside. There was a sitting area with a coffee table, couch, and recliner. A small kitchen area at the back, though if they were being fed they were both sure they wouldn't use it much. To the right of the sitting area was the bedroom, and from what they could see from the front door, it had a pretty sizable bed. There was also a fireplace, a welcome basket with wine and cheese on the coffee table, and the whole place gave off a very homey feel that warmed both boys.

"Here's your key," Tyler turned and handed the key to Nick, "there's water and a few other drinks in the fridge, some snacks as well, and ice in the freezer. Bathroom is through the bedroom. Feel free to use the fireplace whenever you like, and if you need anything else, just pick up the phone."

"Thanks man," Nick said as he let go of Greg's hand and walked Tyler to the door.

With the comforting warmth of Nick's hand in his gone, Greg slowly wandered towards the bedroom and stopped dead in the doorway. He knew this was coming, but now that it was right in front of him, he didn't quite know how to handle it.

"How do you wanna handle this?" He asked as Nick came to stand beside him.

"I'm okay with sharing." Greg turned a quick glance to him. "Unless you don't feel comfortable with that. I can take the couch."

"No! No, it's fine," he said, maybe a little too quickly, "we can share the bed. It's fine."

"Alright then," Nick smiled then walked past him with a few bags and grabbed some clothes, "I'm gunna take a shower and get comfortable before they bring us food. I think the tv in the living room has Netflix, if you wanna pick a movie to watch together?"

"Sure, I can do that."

"Okay, I'll be ten minutes."

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Greg sat on the oversized, though very comfortable couch, and spent the entire time Nick was in the shower searching through Netflix. He wasn't sure what to watch, or what Nick would want to watch. Car chase? Some kind of action? Horror? Thriller? He was getting a headache.

He turned when the bedroom door opened and Nick walked out, and he had to actually force his mouth closed to stop himself from drooling. Nick walked out in nothing but loose pj pants hanging dangerously low on his hips, no shirt, hair still wet and messy from the shower, water droplets slowly trailing over his toned chest-

"Greg!" Nick waved in front of his dazed eyes and he shook his head.

"Sorry, what?"

Nick chuckled, "Like what you see?"

"I…" Nick was clearly pleased with how fast Greg had gone beat red at the statement as he continued to stutter, "I… no… I just…"

Nick couldn't help but laugh and think it was cute as Greg quickly turned around in his seat and brought his attention back to the tv, lifting the remote. "I can't find anything to watch. And I just wasn't expecting you to come out of the shower half naked, that's all."

He laughed again and moved to sit next to Greg, leaving some space between them. "I said I was getting comfortable. You should change too."

"I… fine, I'll be back in a second. Find something to watch."

And Greg left for the bedroom.

Nick took up the remote and started flipping through. He wasn't sure what Greg would like, but maybe something sweet? A romantic movie maybe? He still wasn't sure if Greg had any feelings for him, but the way he looked at him when he came out of the shower was certainly a confidence booster. And maybe, just maybe, there might be a smidge of something there? Maybe this resort could be just what Nick needed to get some sort of answers about Greg. About whether or not they could have a chance.

Greg came back then in the same attire as Nick. Low hanging pj pants and no shirt. Nick turned and he too admired Greg, who certainly didn't miss taking his chance to get in a little teasing of his own.

As soon as Greg walked out of the bedroom and saw the way Nick was ogling him over the couch, he shook his head with a smirk and decided what the hell, he might as well take advantage of this while he could, while they had the three weeks together. Even if it was pretend, the way Nick was staring at him definitely wasn't.

So in a moment of bravery he asked smugly, "Like what you see?" And turned slightly to show his toned back.

It took all of Nick's effort not to jump him right then and there, but instead plastered on a smirk and answered back in a husky voice, "I most certainly do, cowboy."

And when he wiggled his eyebrows that was all it took to get Greg turning red again and shyly returning to his spot beside Nick.

"Did you pick a movie yet? I didn't know if you'd wanna watch action, or horror, or thriller."

"What about a romance?"

Greg raised his brows and turned to face Nick, "Didn't think you were into romantic movies."

"Oh, Greg," he smirked and pushed play on a movie, "I love a good romance, I'm quite a romantic myself actually, and maybe I'll show you just how much while we're on this retreat."

"Right," Greg nodded, and Nick noticed how his smile suddenly fell as he turned back to the tv, "gotta make it look good."

Nick frowned. That wasn't what he meant, and why had playful Greg suddenly turned back into all business Greg. Nick was sure that getting answers about him and Greg would be hard, but if he was going to keep randomly closing himself off like that, it was going to be harder than he thought. But he was still going to try.

A knock on the door came shortly after they started the movie, and Nick got up to answer it. Tyler handed him a covered tray and left quickly. Nick walked back inside and placed the tray on the table between them, revealing homemade pizza, and they ate and watched the movie quietly.

About halfway through the movie, pizza devoured, Nick risked a glance over at Greg and chuckled. He was falling asleep, head nodding and falling to the side as his body tried to get comfortable. After watching for a moment Nick took pity and shifted closer, pulling the almost sleeping Greg to lay his head on his shoulder.

Greg startled awake at the feeling of falling over, pushing away from Nick, eyes still pretty much closed. "You're alright," he hushed, pulling him back down, "go back to sleep, we had a long drive today." Greg nodded slowly and let Nick guide him to lay on his shoulder with an arm wrapped around him, and Nick went back to watching the movie.

Greg slept through the rest of the movie, curled up against Nick's side. And though Nick really didn't want to move, he turned off the tv and stood lifting Greg into his arms. He carried him bridal towards the bedroom, smiling when Greg wrapped his arms around his neck in his sleep. He placed him softly on the bed, pulled the blankets over him, and slid in on the other side.

He rolled to his side and watched Greg for a few minutes, so peaceful in his sleep, the sight of perfection. He wanted to touch, to reach out and pull him in, but whether or not there were feelings on Greg's side, he was obviously very nervous about their closeness. So as much as he wanted to, he also didn't want to scare Greg. So for now, he'd have to just settle for looking until he fell asleep.

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Sheltered Truths (1/?)

Chapter (1/?): Under the Bed Rating: Teen+ Characters: Nick Stokes, Warrick Brown, Gil Grissom Summary: Between nightmares, underground bunkers and missing persons cases with all too-familiar circumstances, the last two weeks have been plunging Nick into his own private hell that becomes not-so private when things go wrong during a missing persons case that leads Nick and Warrick to an exclusive club that experiments with hallucinogens. A friendship fic.

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The Las Vegas crime lab is bathed in green light. Nobody is present except for a frantic Nick Stokes, circling the hallways aimlessly, unsure of why he’s in the lab if nobody else is.

“Hello? Is anybody here? Warrick? Cath? Sara? Greg? Gris?” He shouts, but there’s no response.

He’s sweating profusely, the air is thin, the glass walls of the lab seem to condense and move closer to him at each turn. He tries to leave through the glass doors of the main entrance, but the doors won’t budge. He tries to leave through the emergency exits, but they won’t budge either. Every time he tries to enter one of the offices or lab rooms, he finds himself back in the hallway. And endless loop. He starts to run, but his progress is slow, as if he were running through water.

He stops to try and catch his breath, finding himself in front of the crime solve score board in the lab, all of the names at the top of the board are his, all of the cases read “Missing Person.”

Sounds of laughter fade in, coming from the A/V Lab. He runs, not caring who the laughing is coming from, he just wants to see somebody, talk to somebody, to remind him that he’s not alone in this world. As he gets closer, it sounds like it’s multiple people laughing.

The whole team, except Grissom, are gathered around one of the computer monitors, laughing at some silent footage displayed on the screen. Nick tries to talk to them, but no noise comes out of his body. He tries to physically get their attention, poking them, pushing them, but their eyes are glued to the screen. They don’t acknowledge that he’s there.

As Nick finally directs his attention to the monitor, a pale white light flashes on erasing the green glow, and the lab is over-illuminated in this harsh light. On the screen is a man, writhing and wriggling in the confines of a Plexiglas prison.

“Oh, here comes my favorite part!” Warrick laughs, as the man begins to chew something before sticking it in his ears.

Nick watches as the man puts a gun against his chin, the laughter from his teammates intensifies.

“Do it, do it, do it,” they begin to chant. Nick suddenly feels nauseous, tries to place himself in front of the monitor, but he is just shoved aside. He finds himself on the floor, the footage on the computer shows up on the rest of the monitors in the lab, including the one on the wall, which he can just barely see from where he lays.

The team cheers as the man on the monitor shoots the gun--and the last thing he hears is the gunshot before the lab is plunged into darkness, and he sits up--

Gasping for breath, he’s thrown off balance as the surface beneath him is no longer the cold, hard surface of the lab floor, but instead the soft, springy surface of his bed. He wipes the beads of sweat from his forehead and his blurred vision whips past the hand-drawn card from Cassie, focusing on the bright red numbers on his alarm clock. It’s one in the afternoon. He had been asleep for maybe an hour, and he still has plenty of time to rest before going he needs to get ready for work.

He sighs, throwing the blankets aside as he rolls out of his bed and heads toward the window. He had forgotten to open it before going settling into bed. He may as well keep them open at all times, but has investigated too many B&E cases to know better. He touches his forehead to the glass of his window, letting the breeze of hot air flow through the mesh screen against his body.

He falls back onto bed, wondering why Grissom wasn’t in the lab with everyone else in his recent nightmare, but still thankful that he didn’t show up. Whenever Grissom is in his dreams, so are the ants…

He shakes his head, adjusts himself into a comfortable position. He begins to count down from ten, shutting his eyes tight, trying to think about birds, of flying, of fresh air, but the laughter of his co-workers still seems to echo, and his thoughts go back to the crime lab. Maybe Grissom wasn’t there because he was getting the case assignments ready for the night...

“You have a missing person’s case,” Grissom’s voice echoes in his head. “Last known location was a trash run on Flamingo and Koval.”

He’s back in the lab, green light glowing from beneath him, he’s laying on another hard surface, his hands brush up against empty gum wrappers, before hitting an invisible wall. He can’t seem to sit up, but he can see pictures laying around the table in a neat and orderly fashion. He can just barely see the contents, pictures of blood pools, an empty house, children’s drawings, a young girl’s bedroom, a shoe full of cough syrup...

“Any word from Nick?” Sara asks. He looks up, she’s standing next to the table, looking down at him.

“No, he’s still out there searching.” Greg replies, he’s standing on the other side.

“Hey, guys, I’m right here!” he shouts out, but they ignore him.

Sara taps her fingers on top of the seemingly invisible wall above him. As her fingers touch the surface, he suddenly sees that he’s surrounded with scratched up Plexiglas, two fans to his right side, and a light bulb at his feet.

“How long do you think you could last?” Sara asks, looking right at Nick though the question is for Greg.

“I don’t know. Not as long as he did.”

“Hey, have you two seen my fire ant farm?” Grissom’s voice suddenly calls into the room. Greg and Sara look away, and thousands of ants suddenly swarm into the box around Nick. He begins to scream, his heart pounding at the tingling, crawling sensation tickles every inch of his body, followed by pinching, burning, venom flowing into his bloodstream.

He sits up once again, this time immediately bolting out of bed and running to his shower, turning the water on the coldest setting, nearly tripping as he fumbles to get his boxers off. Water mingles with tears as he wipes away the invisible ants as drops of cold water flick at his body. He lets out the air he kept trapped inside his body once he had woken up, and turns the water off.

He slumps against the wall of the shower, staring at the puddle of water that had spilled out onto the floor. He still hasn’t replaced the door to his shower that had gone missing after the first night he returned home from the hospital.

He takes a few deep breaths and walks back out to his bedroom for a new pair of boxers. He glances at the clock, it’s one forty-five in the afternoon. He cleans up the mess in the bathroom and resolves to watch some Animal Planet to calm his nerves. He starts off sitting on the couch, mindlessly checking baseball scores on his laptop as animal sounds drown out the laughter and screaming in his mind. After an hour or so, he finds himself laying on the couch, his head propped up against a Dallas cowboys throw pillow his mother bought him for Christmas last year. He feels himself nodding off during a documentary about woodpeckers, and staggers back to his bedroom through his wavering consciousness. He glances at the clock once more, it’s six in the evening. He still has a chance to get a little sleep before work.

He doesn’t bother to cover himself with a blanket, the second his head hits the pillow, he’s falls into a dark, dreamless sleep.

For what he hopes is a few hours of rest, the world is quiet and dark. All too soon, the darkness fades into green, and the softness of his bed seems to harden beneath him. He suddenly feels cold, and tries to reach out for the blanket he neglected, but his arm hits a wall instead. He rolls onto his side, but feels a sudden free-fall sensation until hitting another wall. He keeps tossing, turning, trying to find space to move freely in, but he’s confined to condensed, green-glowing walls. He wipes away the condensation of the wall above him, and sees a woman standing over him, watching him. She’s wearing a prison uniform, staring down at him, holding a shovel in one hand.

“Kelly Gordon? You got out?” His voice is higher than normal, panicked. “What-What are you doing? Let me out of here!”

“I’m finishing what my father started,” she tells him coldly. She throws the shovel aside, and backs away. He can hear distant beeping sounds, and in her place comes the source of the blaring alarm, a large backhoe that looms above him, dirt slowly spilling out of the cradle before crashing on him all at once.

“KELLY, WAIT--NO--PLEASE! HELP!”

He sits up, and is immediately met with a pinch to his forehead, like he had been stuck with a needle. He blinks as the green hue in his vision disappears, and he’s left staring at the box springs underneath his mattress. He groans, he’s under his bed for the third time this week.

He slides himself out from underneath the bed, using his end table as support to stand up. His heart sinks as he looks at his alarm clock; he’s late for work.

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