[fic] Spring Break | CSI/CSI: Miami | Ryan/Greg
Title: Spring Break
Fandom: CSI/CSI: Miami
Characters/Pairing: Greg/Ryan
Word Count: 1,115
Rating: PG-13
Warnings/Spoilers: None…er…fluff?
Disclaimer: I don’t own either show, but I do enjoy them on a daily basis ^^
A/N: For the most wonderful tanzensiemit and all her awesomeness and putting up with me and my annoying self*grin*
I’ve never written this pairing before, but then again, Tan tends to prompt me for things I’m not used to. Thanks love, for helping me push my boundaries once in a while.
This turned out to be more of a fluffy fic than I had anticipated, but it’s all I could work out around the blocks *sigh* And its nice to have Ryan be more dominant for once *grin*
Spring Break.
How hectic could one week be?
Very, apparently.
Ryan just wanted to be done with it. Actually, that was a lie. He wished he didn’t have to work so he could go partying with all the ripped frat boys and hot sorority girls. But he’d never actually admit that, not out loud.
Eric would never let him live it down.
Then again, he had tomorrow off. What was the harm of going down to the beaches and checking out the party scene?
None. Not when he pushed aside the little voice in his head that often said ‘Boy! That is a bad idea!’
With conviction Ryan stood and headed to his room to dig up his swimming trunks and one of his more comfortable shirts. A muscle shirt perhaps, to show off the nicely tanned muscles he’d been working on for the better part of 6 months.
After settling with a black wife-beater that fit snugly across his chest and his oddly bright trunks with tropical leaves and flowers, Ryan made a quick check in the mirror to make sure his hair was messy in a sexy way. Everyone dug the shaggy look.
Then he was off. He contemplated driving to the beach but then decided that he might be getting drunk, and he really didn’t want to loose his car, his license or his life.
Grabbing the first bus he was soon on his way to one of the more extravagant hotels where he knew a Tequila Party was happening.
When he arrived it didn’t take too long for him to find himself in the company of more people than he had expected, all dying to nab his attention from the others.
“Hey man, wanna go grab a beer?”
“Hey hunny, don’t you have the most gorgeous eyes I’ve ever seen.”
“Hey, back off girly.”
“Um, hello. He clearly digs chicks Mr. Drama Queen, piss off.”
Ryan couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. And Eric thought he was high and mighty. Ryan could out play him any day of the week, hell, any minute of the day, given the opportunity.
“Look, it was wonderful meeting you all.” He finally said, “But I’ve still got a whole party to experience. If you’re still up for it later, find me when the sun goes down. And that offer’s up for anyone,” he added with a final wink before leaving the college kids behind him to head off towards the pool.
The poolside offered him no piece however, not that he minded all too much. It was nice to be surrounded by people who didn’t care about his personal life and only about him at that moment. A nice escape from the gossip mill that was his work.
Soon he found himself settled with a Corona that he didn’t remember being given and a couple of beautiful woman in his company. The three of them sat with their feet in the pool, talking, laughing, having a good time.
“So tell me beautiful,” one of the girls started to say, the one on his left. Red hair, blue eyes. “What brings you down here?”
“Simple, I have tomorrow off work.”
“What? You live here? All the time! That’s amazing,” The other gasped. A blonde, brown eyes, easily excited, as she had shown several times already. “You are so lucky. I wish I could live in Miami all the time. Kansas isn’t always this nice.”
“Miami’s not always the nicest place darlin’.” Ryan grinned, looking at her, “’Specially not with my job.”
“And what is it exactly that you do then beautiful?” The red-head asked.
“I’m a CSI,” Ryan replied, turning his attentions on her.
“Oh, interesting. So you get to see all the dead people.”
“Oh, that’s gross!” The blonde exclaimed.
“You get used to it,” Ryan shrugged, unable to shake the large grin from his face.
“Hey, did I hear you right?”
Ryan looked down to the pool and saw a young man floating nearby. His trunks were more electric than his own. If he hadn’t been in the water the neon may have hurt Ryan’s eyes.
Ryan couldn’t help but stare at him as he approached. He was smaller, looked like he had more of a runners body than anything. His dark hair with tipped with blonde and was clinging to his face from his dip in the water.
“About what?”
“Being a CSI?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s so weird, I’m a CSI too.”
“Really, from where abouts?”
“Vegas.”
“Ah, lucky roller.” Ryan joked. He didn’t care that he was suddenly ignoring the beauties that flanked him. This man was much more interesting.
“I’m Greg…uh, Saunders.”
“Ryan Wolfe,” Ryan said, offering his hand.
“Ah, shouldn’t offer your hand to strangers,” Greg grinned, taking it.
“Why?”
“This could happen!”
And suddenly Ryan found himself, and his beer, in the pool.
“Hey!”
Greg nearly died laughing. He flopped back against the noodle he’d previously been using as a flotation device and swam backwards. Ryan frowned.
“Excuse me ladies, I have a trouble maker to catch.”
Ryan didn’t even take a last glance at the women as he took off after Greg. It didn’t take long for him to catch the man, though he supposed he hadn’t really been trying to escape.
“You’ll pay for that Saunders!”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” Ryan growled playfully, tugging the noodle away.
“Ooo, you took my noodle, I’m scared now!” Greg taunted. Ryan only grinned, moving forward. He moved quickly and grabbed Greg around his waist and lifted one leg, lifting him out of the water before dunking him.
Greg resurfaced sputtering and coughing and grinning none the less.
“Ass.”
“You started it.”
“Oh, real mature Wolfe…” Greg said, rubbing the water out of his eyes. He looked at Ryan, then past him.
“Hey, sorry man. I think I chased away your lady friends.”
“Meh, they were boring anyways.” Ryan shrugged. “For a CSI, you’re awfully playful.”
“I know, my team loves and hates it. Actually, my boss thought I was getting too antsy so he made me go on vacation.”
“Well I’m glad he did.”
“Yeah,” Greg said with a sudden bashful smile, “Me too.”
---
The sun was setting and Ryan was sitting with Greg on the beach.
“It’s weird.”
“Hmmm?”
“That we met. It was like a one in million chance. And it sucks because I have to go home soon.”
“But not too soon.”
“No.”
“Well,” Ryan said with a sly grin, “I have a home you can come to for the time being.”
“God, its one cheesy line after another with you!” Greg laughed.
“You love it.”
“Yeah,” Greg sighed, leaning his shoulder on Ryan’s, “I guess I do…”
Fin.
Fandom: CSI/CSI: Miami
Characters/Pairing: Greg/Ryan
Word Count: 1,115
Rating: PG-13
Warnings/Spoilers: None…er…fluff?
Disclaimer: I don’t own either show, but I do enjoy them on a daily basis ^^
A/N: For the most wonderful tanzensiemit and all her awesomeness and putting up with me and my annoying self*grin*
I’ve never written this pairing before, but then again, Tan tends to prompt me for things I’m not used to. Thanks love, for helping me push my boundaries once in a while.
This turned out to be more of a fluffy fic than I had anticipated, but it’s all I could work out around the blocks *sigh* And its nice to have Ryan be more dominant for once *grin*
Spring Break.
How hectic could one week be?
Very, apparently.
Ryan just wanted to be done with it. Actually, that was a lie. He wished he didn’t have to work so he could go partying with all the ripped frat boys and hot sorority girls. But he’d never actually admit that, not out loud.
Eric would never let him live it down.
Then again, he had tomorrow off. What was the harm of going down to the beaches and checking out the party scene?
None. Not when he pushed aside the little voice in his head that often said ‘Boy! That is a bad idea!’
With conviction Ryan stood and headed to his room to dig up his swimming trunks and one of his more comfortable shirts. A muscle shirt perhaps, to show off the nicely tanned muscles he’d been working on for the better part of 6 months.
After settling with a black wife-beater that fit snugly across his chest and his oddly bright trunks with tropical leaves and flowers, Ryan made a quick check in the mirror to make sure his hair was messy in a sexy way. Everyone dug the shaggy look.
Then he was off. He contemplated driving to the beach but then decided that he might be getting drunk, and he really didn’t want to loose his car, his license or his life.
Grabbing the first bus he was soon on his way to one of the more extravagant hotels where he knew a Tequila Party was happening.
When he arrived it didn’t take too long for him to find himself in the company of more people than he had expected, all dying to nab his attention from the others.
“Hey man, wanna go grab a beer?”
“Hey hunny, don’t you have the most gorgeous eyes I’ve ever seen.”
“Hey, back off girly.”
“Um, hello. He clearly digs chicks Mr. Drama Queen, piss off.”
Ryan couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. And Eric thought he was high and mighty. Ryan could out play him any day of the week, hell, any minute of the day, given the opportunity.
“Look, it was wonderful meeting you all.” He finally said, “But I’ve still got a whole party to experience. If you’re still up for it later, find me when the sun goes down. And that offer’s up for anyone,” he added with a final wink before leaving the college kids behind him to head off towards the pool.
The poolside offered him no piece however, not that he minded all too much. It was nice to be surrounded by people who didn’t care about his personal life and only about him at that moment. A nice escape from the gossip mill that was his work.
Soon he found himself settled with a Corona that he didn’t remember being given and a couple of beautiful woman in his company. The three of them sat with their feet in the pool, talking, laughing, having a good time.
“So tell me beautiful,” one of the girls started to say, the one on his left. Red hair, blue eyes. “What brings you down here?”
“Simple, I have tomorrow off work.”
“What? You live here? All the time! That’s amazing,” The other gasped. A blonde, brown eyes, easily excited, as she had shown several times already. “You are so lucky. I wish I could live in Miami all the time. Kansas isn’t always this nice.”
“Miami’s not always the nicest place darlin’.” Ryan grinned, looking at her, “’Specially not with my job.”
“And what is it exactly that you do then beautiful?” The red-head asked.
“I’m a CSI,” Ryan replied, turning his attentions on her.
“Oh, interesting. So you get to see all the dead people.”
“Oh, that’s gross!” The blonde exclaimed.
“You get used to it,” Ryan shrugged, unable to shake the large grin from his face.
“Hey, did I hear you right?”
Ryan looked down to the pool and saw a young man floating nearby. His trunks were more electric than his own. If he hadn’t been in the water the neon may have hurt Ryan’s eyes.
Ryan couldn’t help but stare at him as he approached. He was smaller, looked like he had more of a runners body than anything. His dark hair with tipped with blonde and was clinging to his face from his dip in the water.
“About what?”
“Being a CSI?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s so weird, I’m a CSI too.”
“Really, from where abouts?”
“Vegas.”
“Ah, lucky roller.” Ryan joked. He didn’t care that he was suddenly ignoring the beauties that flanked him. This man was much more interesting.
“I’m Greg…uh, Saunders.”
“Ryan Wolfe,” Ryan said, offering his hand.
“Ah, shouldn’t offer your hand to strangers,” Greg grinned, taking it.
“Why?”
“This could happen!”
And suddenly Ryan found himself, and his beer, in the pool.
“Hey!”
Greg nearly died laughing. He flopped back against the noodle he’d previously been using as a flotation device and swam backwards. Ryan frowned.
“Excuse me ladies, I have a trouble maker to catch.”
Ryan didn’t even take a last glance at the women as he took off after Greg. It didn’t take long for him to catch the man, though he supposed he hadn’t really been trying to escape.
“You’ll pay for that Saunders!”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” Ryan growled playfully, tugging the noodle away.
“Ooo, you took my noodle, I’m scared now!” Greg taunted. Ryan only grinned, moving forward. He moved quickly and grabbed Greg around his waist and lifted one leg, lifting him out of the water before dunking him.
Greg resurfaced sputtering and coughing and grinning none the less.
“Ass.”
“You started it.”
“Oh, real mature Wolfe…” Greg said, rubbing the water out of his eyes. He looked at Ryan, then past him.
“Hey, sorry man. I think I chased away your lady friends.”
“Meh, they were boring anyways.” Ryan shrugged. “For a CSI, you’re awfully playful.”
“I know, my team loves and hates it. Actually, my boss thought I was getting too antsy so he made me go on vacation.”
“Well I’m glad he did.”
“Yeah,” Greg said with a sudden bashful smile, “Me too.”
---
The sun was setting and Ryan was sitting with Greg on the beach.
“It’s weird.”
“Hmmm?”
“That we met. It was like a one in million chance. And it sucks because I have to go home soon.”
“But not too soon.”
“No.”
“Well,” Ryan said with a sly grin, “I have a home you can come to for the time being.”
“God, its one cheesy line after another with you!” Greg laughed.
“You love it.”
“Yeah,” Greg sighed, leaning his shoulder on Ryan’s, “I guess I do…”
Fin.