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Title: Irony

Author: Sarah
Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Characters: Nick Stokes/ Warrick Brown
Prompt: #90- It
Word Count: 745
Rating: FRM
Author's Notes: After talking to an online friend, I got this bunny. Do enjoy. Warrick is a smut writer and Nick is a Rancher.

 

 

She smiled a bit, staring at his large throbbing…

Warrick looked up from his laptop and frowned. "Did I really just write that…" He looked at the screen again and highlighted a section. "What the hell was I thinking… Delete!" he muttered hitting the backspace button.

Nick snickered quietly. "Writers block honey?"

Warrick sighed. "My bunny ran off."

"Damn him then." Nick said with a straight face.

"Shut up." Warrick muttered running his fingers over the keys gently, seeing if his brain could come up with something.

"You work on that… I'm going to go check on Izzy."

"We just got her last week. She's fine."

"They told me she was broken. I need to see for myself."

"God you have a hard head. Give her another week." Warrick sighed looking at Nick. "Just… please?"

"I'll be fine." Nick got up and went over and kissed him. "Maybe your bunny will come back."

Warrick sighed and watched him go out the door. He started typing again.

Her smirk made her eyes dance as he slipped…

Warrick yelled in frustration hitting the delete key once again. "I'm a better writer than that! Damn muse!"

Warrick typed more, went back and deleted things for a good fifteen minutes. He grumbled and slammed his laptop shut as he heard a sound he shouldn't hear. Cracking wood and a distressed whinny.

~*~ Hospital ~*~

"I told you to wait a week." Warrick said looking at Nick.

"I didn't know there was a snake in the corral." Nick sighed. "She got spooked."

"And you got a broken leg." Warrick said looking down at his laptop.

"And you still have writers block."

"Regina won't work with me. Damn slut won't let anything happen." Warrick muttered hitting the backspace key.

"Maybe she's over sexed."

"Maybe it's because I let Dominic take advantage of her in chapter three…"

"Maybe you need to take a break?" Nick said yawning.

"Look who's talking." Warrick sighed looking back down at his computer and typing some more. He barely looked up when someone walked in.

A grey haired lady, in her sixties walked into the room. Her name was Glenis apparently and over her name was Spiritual Health. Warrick eyed her outfit, white blouse and black polyester pants. Fashion diva.

"Hello I'm from the Chaplin services.. I just wanted to stop by to let you know we're praying for you." She smiled.

Warrick raised an eyebrow at the women, looked back down and started typing.

"I have you listed as a Protestant?" She said looking down.

Nick looked over at Warrick. "I am but I don't practice anymore."

"I'm sorry to hear that." She bowed her head and sighed. "Then let me tell you about the gifts God can bring you."

Warrick blinked and looked at her then back down at his laptop. It was truly irony. He was sitting in a room with his lover, writing a rather dirty chapter of his latest book, and a little old lady was preaching to them.

Nick sighed. "Ma'am..."

She patted his foot. "Know that he loves you and wants to be part of your life.."

Nick smirked. "Really now, that's what my pastor said when I told him I fell in love with my partner." He looked at Warrick.

Warrick briefly looked up at him and kept typing. Finally, that damn bunny had let him write.

"Oh, I see."

Warrick didn't look up. "Now see yourself out."

Glenis glared a bit and walked out of the room.

Warrick kept typing.

"Warrick?"

No response, just the clicking of keys.

"Warrick…"

Still no response.

"Warrick!"

"Yell at me one more time and I will break your other leg." Warrick muttered still typing.

Nick snickered laying back. "I see the bunny returned."

"Shut up." Warrick mumbled typing like a mad man.

"Enjoy yourself baby." Nick smiled closing his eyes.

Back at the ranch

"Nick, what is that?" Warrick looked down at the coffee table.

"Pamphlets I got on the way out, about my soul and how forgiving God is.."

Warrick glared at the table. "No, that." He pointed at the offending object.

Nick smirked at his lover. "Your bunny."

Warrick looked at the live rabbit chomping at some leaves. "I hate you."

"Nah, you love me." Nick grinned. "Now, about that sponge bath."

Warrick rolled his eyes and picked up the bunny. "Maybe later, I have a bunny now."

Nick frowned. "Spoil sport."

"No, it's irony." Warrick grinned walking away with the bunny.