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[greggoplant]

@punrensics asked: bed emoji ya filthy animal From here

It comes as a bit of a surprise to Greg just how nice Lady Heather's club is. Granted, he's it's not like he's ever been to a fetish club before this, but the image such a thing conjures up is always grimy and grotesque. He never expected to be this, well, cozy, either. Maybe it's specifically the room Gil procured for them that's this homey, Greg can't be completely sure.

Regardless, it makes him feel more comfortable in something like this-exploring some of his kinks.

It was initially humiliating to admit that the thought of being somewhere the could get caught was almost as enticing as the image Gil wrapping his hand around his throat and holding until he was on the brink of unconsciousness. Granted, it's not like he wanted to get caught. They both had too much to lose if someone had walked in on Greg getting fucked into another dimension by Gil- not to mention the absolutely mortifying discussion that would come with having to explain what was going on.

No, that wasn't on the table for either of them it seemed.

But this, an illusion of that feeling? Sharing intimate moments in a vacant building (save for Lady Heather who's keeping to herself and thankfully blasting music in her office on the other side of the building) is just enough to scratch that itch for him.

Still, it's a bit nerve-wracking for Greg as he turns back to his alpha, and is kissed so sweetly. He loves just how much the man knows him and what he needs.

A soft moan leaves him as he feels Gil give an exploratory squeeze to his throat.

"Christ, Gil. You're gonna make me cream myself before I even get out of my clothes."

[greggoplant]

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It hadn't been suppressants working like he had told him. It hadn't been proper sleep or eating or anything, either. Greg wishes that was the case, that he could be completely honest with Grissom, but the heats didn't stop because of his efforts in calming them- they stopped because he had gotten pregnant.

And he had wanted to tell him, but they both needed to sort through some of the craziest cases they've gotten so far and Grissom clearly had some personal stuff he was dealing with. He knew it could wait. The baby wasn't going anywhere.

And then the explosion happened, and then so did the miscarriage.

The anxiety of returning to work is bad enough, but knowing nobody else knows about the miscarriage has him on an edge where he can't calm down. Greg's body shakes constantly as he tries to force himself out of his head, but it never works.

And then Grissom reminds he's there if he needs anything, and Greg feels himself begin to unravel all over again.

How is he supposed to tell him he lost the baby he never got to tell him about? As reasonable as Grissom is, there's no way he can forgive his omega hiding something like that.

And when he does finally work up the courage, he finds out he's out for surgery, and his world feels like it implodes again.

Still, even if he wasn't supposed to know, that doesn't mean he can't try and make it easier on Gil when he's home. So, on the day he knows he's discharged, he's at the apartment, cooking his favorite meal and taking care of his bugs after fully restocking his fridge.

This, at least, keeps him out of his own misery.

[backonmybullshit91]

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Johnny had his head down on the table, he wasn’t upset really. Just bored. They left him in there probably thinking he would give something away. He was cursing a few names in his mind for making him deal with this. There were two pictures on the table.  Two people, he knew who they were. They had killed a few of their guys last month. Apparently, they were dead now. Crying shame that. Johnny didn’t really care. If anything, he was a little disappointed they didn’t wait until he had gotten back home. He had been off dealing with family. A usually shitty situation. They weren’t fans of what he was doing with his life. But they still invited him for visits. Usually there was at least one talk about trying to get him to go back home.

 Johnny didn’t mind his siblings all that much. They were trying to help. His mother on the other hand. Things hadn’t been the same between them since his father died. Maybe it had been something that had driven him a little mad. He never really talked to anyone about it. He left home the moment he had the chance. He had been young then, gotten himself into some small legal troubles. Nothing too really to write home about. Spent a few nights in jail that kind of thing. Didn’t start becoming something more serious until he started running with Bill.

Bill was his best friend. Gotten him work and a place to live. The job was mostly a front. The real job was what they did in the back. That was what got a lot of eyes on them. They couldn’t ever get anything on them directly, but they knew they were up to something. When these two ended up dead, he guessed they looked straight at them. Johnny couldn’t blame them. He had spoken to Bill the night it happened. He knew who was behind it. Didn’t mean he was going to give anything away.

Hearing the door open he sighed, not bothering to lift his head up. “Bout time you guys showed up.” He didn’t know who was walking in or what they wanted. Though he was sure they had some question or other for him. “You really know how to take up someone’s whole day.”

[csyeehaw]

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Nick's shoulders and knees are well past the point of soreness and a gentle numbness is taking over. He knows it'll help him hold the position, along with the belt wrapped around his wrists behind his back, but it'll definitely take a hot minute to bring feeling back to when he's allowed to move again.

The hand moving through his hair is gentle, but he knows full well it's not for him.

Nicky had messed up royally. He'd gotten too attached to a case and he almost ruined their chance at nailing the suspect because of it. Sure, this punishment might not be official, but it's close enough, given the fact he's underneath Grissom's desk on his day off.

Truthfully, the one he'd messed it up for the most was Grissom, and he's the one he owes the apology to the most. He'd cleaned up Nick's mess and is the reason he still has a job.

So, even if it's been hours on his knees, maintaining this position, it's the least he could do to serve as penance.

[csyeehaw]

@punrensics [ DISCOVER ] for receiver to find sender trying to clean blood off themselves. // after that case where that kid kills himself in his cell and grissom tries to stop the bleeding

"Grissom?"

Nicky's voice is soft as ever, but from what he's heard, he needs to be gentle when he finds his boss. He'd tried a few places before the bathroom tucked away from the rest of the building, but he knows in his gut there's nowhere else Grissom would be.

He lets out a sigh of relief as he makes his way over to the older man, but pauses when he notices the state the man's in.

It's almost trance-like as the crimson-stained water trails into the sink, and his stomach twists at the realization that Grissom had done more than hear what had happened.

"Hey, Grissom, I've been looking for you all over," he murmurs gently as he takes place at his side. "You alright?"