#warrick x reader

[chaosclownwrites]

Gameoverse Squad When They Have a Crush on You

Welcome Gameoverse fans to Clown Town 🤡Warnings: Just a little language 😆

Kit Bodega

👾 Kit does this with her friends a lot so you may not notice, but she pays compliments anytime she can. Telling you good job when you help out, praising your selflessness at throwing yourself into the cause, assuring you not to worry? You look great. Even through little things, Kit wants you to feel appreciated and valued.

👾 Gets a little more playful during training. “Come on,” she teases, running just out of your reach with a wide smile, “Keep up!”

👾 Her loyalty shows: she’ll have your back in almost any argument and if she does think you’re going too far, she takes a softer approach to correct you out of genuine hope you understand.

👾 Kit eventually opens up to you about her nightmares, the dreams that haunt her and are hidden from everyone but Kaboodle. Until now. Tearfully smiling at you and resting a hand on your shoulder to thank you when you tell her you understand completely and if she ever wants comfort after one to just ask.

👾 You may just catch her staring every now and again, especially when you show that heroic side of yours that has Kit gaping in awe!

👾 Her tail gives her away: it tends to drape gently over your shoulders or brush along your legs when you sit or walk next to Kit.

Kaboodle

👾 Tip off number one? He distinctly refers to you as ‘not an idiot’.

👾 Will in no uncertain terms tell anyone who’s making fun of you or even just fucking with you a little to shut the hell up 😌

👾 Plays it off as taking you under his wing. Slinging a robotic arm around your shoulders and giving you the “stick with me and you’ll be alright” spiel.

👾 If you have something you frequently need, like medication, a certain tool, or even just a little something to help your bloodsugar spike, Kaboodle suddenly always has the like ready to go in his storage. How convenient!

👾 Wants to have running jokes with you and tease a little more. When he’s personally overseeing your education on repairing the Nimble he jokes that you’re the only one he trusts. When Gobbles’s tablet goes off with perfect timing, calling out ‘Goat’ after he does something heroic, he goes “That’s right”, metal hands on his hips. Five seconds later and you two are laughing harder than you have in a long time and you best believe Kaboodle will call back to it.

👾 When you either agree with him or make a sufficiently sarcastic comment he does go “I like this one”. Oh yes Kaboodle? How much do you really like them? :3

Gobbles the Learn-O-Saurus Rex

👾 Gets really nervous around you and sometimes verbalizes this. “Do you…like to sing? Why did I say that, that was so weird. Do you…like music? Yeah, that was what I meant the first time!” Give him a break, you’re so breathtaking and he is literally learning as he goes 😌

👾 You suddenly find snack packets and juice boxes appearing outside of your quarters on the ship. Wonder who gifted you those?

👾 One time, you reached over and pulled Gobbles closer to straighten his tie and he literally couldn’t form another coherent word for five minutes straight. It was as if all his consonants were stolen all over again!

👾 Man becomes a complete encyclopedia of facts about you. He asks you so many questions but it’s so he can recite it all: your favorite food, what flower you prefer, how you like your coffee/tea, your favorite color and animal, what the silliest thing you’re afraid of is that Gobbles would never make fun of you for and would do anything to keep you from experiencing ever again.

👾 Gobbles can be dead focused on writing something or a lesson he’s doing but when you show up? It’s practically tossed aside, his full undivided attention shining onto you.

👾 He gets braver as time goes on! “Don’t be scared. Take my hand.”

Flappers the Super Dolphin

👾 “Don’t tell anyone, but you’re my favorite!”

👾 Offers you hugs the moment you look even slightly down, sharing with you his belief that hugs make everything better 😌

👾 Lets you ride on his back, telling you to hold on before taking off! But also warning you to tell him if he’s going too fast please! Absolutely beams at the sound of your laughter and whooping, his smile going goofy and twitterpated at the privilege to cause your joy.

👾 Your absolute hype man forever and ever 😌 You use your powers or battle combo? “Wowee, that was so cool!” Help Flappers with something? “Thanks,” he says your name with a special joy, “you’re the best!” Change outfits? “Lookin’ sharp!” Come up with a solution? “You always have the best ideas.”

👾 Flappers randomly appears by your side, almost startlingly if he wasn’t so sweet about it. You’ll feel the rubbery brush of dolphin at your side. “Whatcha doin’? Need any help?”

👾 Woe to anyone who ever puts you in danger. Your dear, sweet friend Flappers is suddenly not so sweet, every muscle in his body expanding and contracting for the sole purpose of teaching them a lesson for hurting someone as wonderful as you.

Warrick

👾 𝓞𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓼𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓮’𝓼 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓫𝓮 𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 ‘𝓢𝓘𝓛𝓔𝓝𝓒𝓔 🗣️’ is that corny? I DON’T CARE IT’S TRUE. Why is it true? Because Warrick has a soft spot for you and they all see it. Everyone gets yelled at and ordered around with vitriol and reckless abandon but one: you. It’s hard to earn compliments from Warrick…unless it’s you. Fold protests once that your shared boss literally chokes him out and the worst thing he’s ever done to you was say ‘you can do better’. “I mean, that’s ENCOURAGING!”

👾 You’ll never open or close a door for yourself again when Warrick is around.

👾 You become his right hand in a way. He sits you down with a patience you didn’t even know he had to show you how the Floaties work, taking one apart and putting it back together before your eyes. He tells you about plans first and sometimes tells you to keep an eye on the other henchman or show Crab Girl around.

👾 Remembers everything you say. Brings up an offhand comment you made once about something you didn’t like, claiming he hates it too and they should just avoid it altogether.

👾 ‘They said no pickles’ energy BIG TIME. Literally stands behind you glowering at anyone who inconveniences you and treats it like a slight to himself or, you know, a chance to beat the shit out of someone and pull some sort of insubordination card.

👾 People don’t believe you when you say you’ve seen him smile and you’re just like yeah? I made a joke and he found it funny?? Granted it was quite sarcastic but so what??? You take everyone’s gaping as being dramatic not the sign the big boss is down bad that it really is 😌

Miss Information

👾 Probably going to break the touch barrier pretty fast, but very casually. “What are you looking at there?” She’ll ask, leaning and practically draping her arms over you to peer at the screen you’re focused on.

👾 Queen of ‘if they tease you they like you’. Will joke about things you do unless they’re clearly offensive or hurt your feelings, probably comes up with a nickname to call you, may playfully mess with your hair or hold things out of your reach. Playground crush energy tbh but she somehow makes it a little sexy.

👾 Assigns herself to missions with you under the guise of being the one capable of getting it done, but really it’s to protect you.

👾 Actually provides you with helpful tips, like hanging around to watch and aid while you’re cooking and suggest things to make it even better. Gives you little life hacks to make tasks she knows you hate easier or have less sensory discomfort.

👾 Develops a little habit of twirling a bit of hair around her finger as she talks to you.

👾 Only chalant for you. She may dismiss her teammates or even laugh at their struggles, but Miss Information stops in her tracks and actually asks you what’s wrong.

Fold

👾 Shapeshifts such as to literally puff out his chest around you.

👾 Uses his abilities to be ‘the tall one’, fetching anything and everything for you, sometimes before you even ask him to.

👾 Hangs around to emphasize all your points and burns with a yEAH! or a THAT’S RIGHT!

👾 Pulls the “Let me show you how it’s done” as an excuse to put his hands over yours or even fully stand back to chest and guide you at something. Does he teach you the thing well? Shhh that wasn’t exactly Fold’s plan here.

👾 Fold’s typically sadistic smirk melts completely to a soft smile when his eye is fixed upon you.

👾 When Fold’s anxiety takes over, he tends to stick to you, sometimes literally, his papery hands clutching your shoulders or taking yours and his form huddling at your side. You just help him feel safe.

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[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

Hello! If it’s okay, could I request a Gameoverse headcanon of Miss Information with an adopted child reader who she drags along with her during work since she doesn’t trust anyone else to look after him (how he came to be in her care is up to you)? Like she’s her usual teasing and snarky self with Fold, but with the child, she’s nothing but sweet and encouraging. A complete 180 personality change, and Fold’s just utterly baffled how she effortlessly changes at the flip of a switch. I just think it’d make for a really cute and funny dynamic.

It would probably be a 50/50 chance on who finds you first. Syntax or Farcade.

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Miss Information as your mentor

★ She can be many things. A guide, a lackey, or even an assassin should the situation call for it. Most of the time you simply call her "Miss." She lets you, because it shows some degree of respect. You honestly see her as a teacher of sorts.

★ Another thing she can be is an educator. Come on... it's in her name! Miss information. Of course you'd listen when she spoke. That was a given. It makes her feel important, like a role model for the perfect little villain-in-training.

★ To Fold, she looked so smug. It pissed him off. And knowing Miss Information? She probably rubbed it in a fair bit. What's better is that you're like, a toddler, and somehow have a better aim than him.

★ Warrick seemed to favor you. Maybe because you're young and still learning. Seeing potential in you. Either way, it's impressive how you've managed to wrap him around your finger. Considering how little patience he normally has.

★ Despite being a warlord, Warrick still has some common decency. Throwing you away would be downright distasteful. He's an antagonist. Not a monster.

★ You're kept on a leash, both literally and metaphorically. There's a child backpack harness everybody uses to keep track of you. It isn’t meant to restrain you, or to try and curb the trouble you cause, only monitor where you are.

★ If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. That's why Miss Information keeps you in her line of sight. It's not babysitting. It's training.

★ You're "officially" an unpaid intern, according to the paperwork. Conveniently giving Miss Information a perfectly valid reason (excuse) for all the training. And to be fair, she does teach you things. Preparing you to work in the field.

★ Her words are nothing but encouraging. A stark contrast to how she is with everybody else. "See! Like I said, you have potential." Miss Information says with a wide, unhinged smile. Pleased with how ruthless you can be. All you needed was a push in the right direction!

★ Hesitate and she corrects you gently. "Confidence, dear." Villains don't wait for permission. Breaking that habit is still a work in progress...

★ People tend to underestimate you. That can be frustrating, but it can also be used to your advantage. Adults let their guard down around children. You're considered harmless. Maybe teaching you to backstab would be a worthwhile investment?

★ She could show you how to lure unsuspecting targets into putting themselves in danger. Pulling the damsel in distress routine. Waiting for someone to stick out their neck so you can cut their throat.

[kibblestarheadcanons]

Masterlist

Farcade

Kit

Kaboodle

Gobbles

Flappers

Lulu

Dusk

Syntax

Fold

Miss Information

Warrick

Crab Girl

[skylarmoon71]

Warrick Brown (CSI) - Extra 2.

“Keep your grip tight. Straighten your shoulders.” 

The instructions being given to you from behind had you doing your best to focus. You thought that Warrick had just been bluffing when he said he would help you practice your shooting but he was serious. You’re on week two and your skills need some work.

Pulling the trigger, you fire three shots. When you finally lower the gun on the table, you laugh a bit awkwardly. None of them had landed where you intended. At least this time it was closer to the center. The first time you missed the paper completely. 

“Not bad right?” 

You turn to Warrick and he smiles. 

“It’s good that you kept your eyes open this time.” He laughs. 

There was that.

You feel a bit guilty. He’s taking time to help you and you don’t feel like you’re getting any better. 

“Hey, don’t worry about it. You’ll get the hang of it. Come on.” 

He gestures for you to pick the gun back up and you do so with a little sigh. 

“May I?” 

He asks to help you adjust your posture. You agree, and he moves closer. Both hands move to yours that are now holding the gun. He adjusts your fingers at the trigger and his body helps you fix your posture. Before you’d been nervous about holding the gun, now you’re more aware of his assistance. 

“Keep your eyes forward, focus on what you wanna hit.” 

How exactly does he expect you to focus with his body so close? 

“I-I think I got the hang of it.” 

You mumble. 

He hums and you swallow trying your best to maintain your composure. 

The little training session ended on a good note. 

You’d offered to pay for breakfast this time around. Now devouring pancakes, you’re laughing as he tells you some stories about him and Nick fooling around. It was nice, getting to know him, getting closer. 

The week seemed to fly by, unfortunately your workload didn’t. 

The clash of two cases had you a bit backed up, so when Catherine came in looking for her samples the same time Warrick did you weren’t even surprised. Greg was explaining what he’d found to Warrick and Catherine was waiting for the machine to process the unknown substance they had dug out of the victim’s wound. 

Your eyes strayed ahead when you saw another worker stick some decorations on the wall. Catherine smiled. With all the craziness you’d almost forgotten that the year was almost over. 

“Any new year's resolutions?” 

Catherine questioned. 

Your eyes seemed to automatically search for Warrick who was on the other side of the room. You just bit the inside of your cheek and Catherine smiled just as the sheet of paper was printed. You handed her the document with a smile and Warrick seemed to have gotten what he needed, because he was waving his file with a smirk. 

“Looks like you didn’t strike out this time.” 

You joked. 

“Straight home run.” 

He explained, exiting the room with a wave, Catherine not far behind. You slid into your chair. 

You had to admit the only good part of the job sometimes was catching the bad guy. Too often than not the evidence seemed to be invalid. Times like that Grissom always knew what to say. You weren’t sure if he was just that good at his job, or he’d seen so much that he understood exactly how the world works. 

Whatever the case, all you could really hope for was a happy ending. 

By the time the shift had ended you were already pretty much packed up. You intended to leave when you heard Warrick calling you. 

“Hey, I was hoping I would catch you.” 

You slowed down, a smile on your face. 

“What can I help you with CSI Brown?” 

He shared a smile. 

“Grissom’s having a little get together later at his place since we missed New Year’s. You should come.” 

The invitation made you light up. 

“I’d love to. Text me the time and I’ll be there.” 

He was content with the response, so after you left, you planned to eat a late breakfast and catch a nap before the little party later. Unfortunately your little nap went longer than intended and you’d ended up showing up an hour late.

Not that anyone minded. The laughter alerted you that they’d already started the festivities. 

There were a whole lot of people, twenty at most. You were even surprised to see Brass there. Then again, given the relationship with the team, it probably would have been weird if he didn’t show up. Warrick smiled the moment he saw you and you gave a bashful wave as he handed you a beer. 

“Sorry I’m late. I should have set an alarm, I overslept.” 

“No worries. The only thing you missed is Catherine and Nick’s showdown.” 

You quirked a brow, just in time to see Nick slide off the wall, stumbling to pick himself up with a laugh. Catherine was in stitches, and from the sound of it, just as intoxicated as Nick. 

She offered him a shoulder as they stumbled over to the couch. You couldn’t help but smile at the scene. Grissom was at the side with Sara, wearing a similarly happy expression. It was nice to let loose every now and then. 

“One more drink!!” Nick called, lifting his hand. 

“I second that!!” Catherine encourages. Grissom just shook his head. 

“They’re going to regret that in the morning.” Warrick spoke. 

You were positive the hangovers would speak for themselves. 

The night carried on with laughter, conversation and a lot more alcohol. You’d only had two beers since you’d driven and Warrick seemed to be doing the same. Nick and Catherine both passed out on the couch. Much to Grissom’s displeasure. Brass was chatting up a woman who worked in finance. A friend of Grissom’s. Greg had been flirting with just about everyone. 

At one point you’d stepped out to Grissom’s backyard, just to catch a breath. Apparently Warrick had the same idea. He closed the slide door and you offered a smile as you leaned on the railing, looking up at the sky. 

“It’s hard to believe that the year is already over.” 

Warrick nods. 

“Time seems to be moving faster than we realize. Gotta remember to enjoy every moment.” 

“That almost sounded like a wise quote from Grissom.” 

Warrick chuckles. 

“Maybe he’s rubbing off on me.” 

There were times you could see how they were alike. Grissom trusted Warrick a lot, had faith in him and you could understand why. 

“So how about we start the New Year off with some more shooting practice.” 

With a bashful smile you shook your head. 

“I’ve been having a hard time focusing, so it might be better if we put that on a back burner.” 

His brows knitted. 

“What’s distracting you?” 

He seemed genuinely curious and you shifted on your feet before you fully turned to him.

“You are..” 

For the first few moments there was confusion, but then his expression evened out, realization coming slowly. You’d hope that you wouldn’t have to outright explain it. 

You held his gaze, soft, inviting, longing.. 

In one swift move he’d cupped your cheeks and close the distance. Your lips connected and you moaned at the desperation of his kiss. It was unrelenting and you held on, pulling him as close as your bodies would allow. 

When your back hit the door, he pulled back, as if to apologize, but you just shook your head. 

“Don’t stop..” 

You pleaded. 

He looked just as needy as you in that moment, and he laughed softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

“As much as I’d like that, defiling Grissom’s backyard would definitely get me fired.” 

He was right. But your heart was still racing from the kiss. 

“Only if you get caught.” You said softly. 

His smile was twice as wide and you returned it. You were still a bit surprised. You’ve recently discovered your feelings, but you weren’t aware of his. Maybe he could read the question on your face. He just stroked your cheek softly. 

“I thought I was being obvious.” 

He stated. 

Your forehead creased in confusion and he just smiled, eyes straying to your lips as he licked his own. The desire in his eyes seemed obvious and you swallowed, now a bit breathless. Clearly you were just a tinge bit blind. 

“Happy New Year (Y/N).” 

His words brought a smile. 

“Happy New Year.” 

You whispered back, reconnecting your lips.

[razzlerdazzler]

Hey! Mind if I have a Warrick Brown x reader where she gets pushed out of the window and injured by Nigel Crane instead of nick in season 2?

Falling

@micheleamidalajedi Sorry it took so long, I hope you like it :)

Pairing: Warrick X Reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, hospital

“Hey babe, did you read what they wrote about Nick?” You ask with a smile on your face and the department’s newsletter in your hand as you walk towards your boyfriend in the break room. He looks up at you with a smile as you put the newsletter on the table so he can read it as you sit in the chair next to him as he eats his lunch. He smiles and nods as he looks down at the newsletter. “Greg showed me it earlier, seems like our Nick has become quite the celebrity.” he chuckles as he takes a bite out of his sandwich.

 You chuckle and nod,”it’s kind of weird seeing him be called a crime stopper considering that’s what we do for a living, but I'm happy that he’s getting the recognition that he deserves.” Warrick smiles and nods and finishes his sandwich. “Let’s just hope that it doesn’t go to his head,” he jokes. “Yeah, we don’t want to inflate his ego more than it already is.” He gets up from his chair and throws his trash away.

As he starts walking back towards the table, he asks, “I was wondering if you wanted to go to dinner with me tonight, there’s a restaurant that just opened up a few blocks from here that I've been dying to take you to.” You smirk as you watch him get closer towards the table, but instead of sitting back down in his chair he puts his hand on the table and leans down towards you until both of your faces are only inches apart. You smirk and look over towards the doorway and make sure that nobody’s coming into the break room, and then look back towards him.

You quickly look down at his soft lips before making eye contact with him again and you smile as you lean in and give him a quick, gentle peck on his cheek instead of his lips. “Sounds like a date,” you say with a teasing smirk as you pull away. He groans and hides his face in your shoulder with a chuckle. “You little tease, I'm gonna get you back for that later.” You smirk as he pulls his face away from your shoulder and stands back up, “I'm sure you will.” You say before you see Gil enter the break room.

“Hey, I need you two to head down to a possible suspects house for the Jane Galloway case and bring him in so we can ask him a couple of questions.” You nod, “she’s the stalker case correct?” Gil nods, “we figured out that her killer had to have had access to her house voluntarily so we’re suspecting that somebody from a utility company did it. We looked through her bills and found that the last utility person who came to her house was a man named Nigel Crane who works at Luna Cable.” He gives you both the man’s address and walks back towards his office. Warrick looks over at you, “let’s head out.”

You nod and follow him towards the van and get strapped into the passenger seat while he takes the driver's seat. Soon you’re both off towards Nigel’s house. During the drive you both remain in a comfortable silence as you think about the case. That is until you come to a weird realization and you look over at Warrick who’s focused on driving. “Hey isn’t Luna Cable the same company that did work on Nick’s tv?” Warrick glances over at you before turning his eyes back to the road. “Yeah it is now that I think about it,” he glances over at you again. “Do you think it’s a coincidence?”

You stare out at the road worriedly, “I hope so.” You suddenly feel warmth on your thigh and you look down to see Warrick's hand gently squeezing your thigh in a comforting manner. You look over towards him and see him staring at the road as he continues to drive. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I'm sure everything will be fine, it’s probably just a coincidence.” You smile at his comforting words and you can feel your worry wash away. You relax into your seat and gently put your hand over his and gently squeeze it with a small smile. “Thank you.” He smiles and glances over at you, “don’t mention it sweetheart.”

Soon, after another couple of minutes of comforting silence you reach Nigel Crane’s house. Warrick parks the van on the side of the road and you both get out and look at the house. “Well this is the place,” you say as you both start to walk down the driveway towards the house. As you get closer to the front door Warrick puts an arm in front of you, signaling for you to stop. You look over at him confused, “what’s wrong?” He points towards the front door, causing you to notice that it’s slightly ajar. You both look over at each other worriedly and prepare for the worst.

You walk towards the ajar door and knock on it, “Nigel Crane?” You call out with no response. You both glance at each other before Warrick opens the door further and you both take a step inside the house and you immediately notice that most of the lights are out and it’s completely quiet. “Nigel Crane are you here? We’re with the police, we’ve got some questions, we need to ask you about Jane Galloway!” Warrick calls out in the quiet house but he doesn’t get a response.

You look over at him confused, “maybe he’s not home?” Warrick glances around the room, “maybe, let's check all of the rooms just in case.” You nod as you both search around the first floor of the house and meet at the stairs leading to the second floor. “Maybe he’s upstairs taking a nap?” You suggest sarcastically. Warrick looks over at you with a smile. “Even after we’ve been calling out for him?” You smirk and shrug, “maybe he’s a heavy sleeper?” Warrick chuckles and shakes his head before you both head upstairs. You both continue to check the rooms but they’re all empty.

“Maybe he’ll be back later?” You suggest and Warrick nods. “I’ll call Gil and let him know that we can’t find him.” You nod as Warrick takes his phone out and tries to call Gil, but with no success. “Huh, guess the reception is bad in here,” he says. He nods over towards the balcony that one of the rooms seems to have. “I’ll try calling him out there and see if it's any better.” You nod as he walks out to the balcony and you look around the empty hallway, and notice that you both missed a room. You walk towards the door and quietly open it and look inside, only to see a large bed and a couple of dressers. “Huh, this must be the main bedroom,” you say to yourself as you take a couple of steps inside.

As you walk into the room you feel your body freeze and your eyes widen in surprise when you immediately notice what looks to be blood stains on the carpet. As you walk further into the room cautiously, and follow the blood stains you notice that the stains lead to a trash can that’s right beside the window. You walk towards the trash can and squat down and look inside of it, only to see a latex glove covered in blood. You suddenly hear a sound right behind you, but before you can turn your head to look at the figure or call out for Warrick you feel yourself being grabbed and thrown out the window.

It feels like the world slows down as you fall, like everything is moving in slow motion. You feel weightless as you fall, but you don’t even have enough time to scream before you feel the impact of the cold, hard ground. The next thing you know all you can feel is unbearable pain as your body crashes into the ground. You feel your chest burn with the feeling of the wind getting knocked out of you, and you see dots in your vision from the impact. Tears start to form in your eyes from the pain, causing your vision to get blurry.

“Y/N!” You hear Warrick scream your name, but his voice sounds distant, like he miles away. Through all of the pain you’re somehow able to find yourself turning your head, and through your blurry vision you can see Nigel Crane get in his car and drive off as Warrick sprints towards you at full speed until he finally gets to you. He drops to his knees as he reaches you, quickly assessing the state that you’re in. “Shit,” he whispers to himself as he sees the state you’re in, causing you to finally try to move your head down so you can try and see just how badly you’re hurt.

Warrick notices and quickly moves one of his hands to your chin, so that you’re looking at him instead. When you make eye contact with him you can see that his eyes are full of worry and fear for your well-being. “Keep your eyes focused on me sweetheart,” He whispers, trying to keep you from looking at your injured body. You feel the tears in your eyes finally cascade down your cheeks as you whimper in pain, “everything hurts Warrick.” He gently wipes some of the tears off of your face, his voice shaky as he replies, “I know sweetheart, I know it hurts.”

He shakily grabs his police radio and talks into it. “Dispatch, requesting evac, officer down, we need emergency medical services.” He tells them your location and within seconds the dispatcher on the radio says, “backup and emergency medical services are on their way.” He places the police radio down, and turns all of his attention back towards you. “You hear that sweetheart? They’re on their way, everything’s gonna be okay.” His voice cracks through the middle of his sentence as tears of his own come to his eyes, causing your heart to shatter into a million pieces at the sight of him so worried and upset. He gently cups your face in his hands.  “Y-you’re gonna be okay,” he reassures you, but it sounds like he’s trying to reassure himself as well that you’ll be fine.

Your hand shakily moves to cup his cheek, “I-I guess we won’t be able to go on that date tonight huh?” Warrick chuckles ruefully and moves his hand to cover yours on his cheek. “D-don’t worry, we’ll go on that date later, when you get better.” You giggle sadly as well even though your chest burns every time you talk or take a deep breath. “I-I don’t think i’m gonna be able to make it to that date either way,” His breath catches at your words and shakes his head as tears run down his face faster and faster. “Don’t say that sweetheart, you’ll be fine,” 

As soon as he finishes his sentence, you can faintly hear sirens in the distance, the sound of them getting closer and closer almost like a sign of hope in your time of need. Warrick smiles gently as the sounds of the sirens get closer. “See?” He says shakily. “They’re almost here sweetheart, you’re gonna be okay.” He gently runs his fingers through your hair, a gesture which has comforted you both multiple times in the past whenever either of you were upset or stressed. The sirens sound like they’re almost to you now. You smile up weakly at him and gently wipe some of the tears running down his face while he keeps his hand on top of yours as you feel yourself start to get sleepy. “I love you,” you whisper, knowing that this might be the last time you can say it to him.

His eyes widen at your words and he realizes what you’re trying to say. “I-I love you too sweetheart, y-you’re going to be okay.” At this point tears are streaming down his face as he continues to shakily run his fingers through your hair. He leans down and gently kisses your forehead as your eyes start to close. The last things you hear are the sirens getting extremely loud and Warrick sobbing. “Come on Y/N you can’t die on me, I-I need you. I can’t and don’t want to think about a life without you in it, I-I’ve still got so much I want to say to you and show you. Please, I love you.” And then everything fades away.

As you slowly rouse from your dreamless slumber, the first thing you notice is the sound of steady beeping and the buzzing sound of fluorescent lights. As your body and mind slowly continue to wake up, the next thing you notice is the smell of antiseptic. The next thing you notice is the feeling of a mattress under you, and what feels like a thin blanket covering you up to your midsection. And finally, before you open your eyes you notice the feeling of something large and warm on top of your hand. It feels familiar, like you’ve felt it somewhere before.

You slowly open your eyes and take in your surroundings and realize that you’re in a room at the hospital. How long have you been here? How long have you been out? How badly hurt are you? Is Warrick okay? You feel your rushing thoughts come to a screeching halt at the thought of him and you feel your blood run cold. Is he okay? Is he safe? Oh god what if something happened to him after you passed out. The beeping on the heart monitor starts to spike as you continue thinking about Warrick and if he’s okay.

Your racing thoughts come to a pause when you feel something squeeze your hand and hear his soft voice. “Y/N?” You slowly look over to the left side of your bed and you finally see him. Warrick’s sitting in a chair right by your bed, His hand on top of yours. His eyes are wide and filled with surprise, happiness, and what looks to be tiredness? There are bags under his eyes. “W-Warrick?” you hoarsely call out to him.

Tears come to his eyes as you say his name and he gently squeezes your hand. “Y-You’re awake!” He smiles happily as tears run down his face, “how do you feel right now? Are you in any pain?” He asks, and you try to respond but your throat feels scratchy and dry as you try to talk, like you’ve been out in the desert for days without even a sip of water. He quickly notices and grabs a glass of water off of a little desk by your bed and gently raises the glass to your lips as you take multiple refreshing sips from the cup. When you’re done drinking he places the glass back down on the desk and turns back towards you.

Warrick smiles down gently at you, “i’m so happy that you’re awake, everybody was worried about you, The doctors weren’t sure when you were going to wake up, had us all real scared for a minute there. I-” He pauses, “o-on the ambulance ride here I wasn’t sure you were going to make it.” You feel his hand shake a little as he recalls the event. You gently squeeze his hand comfortingly and look him in the eyes. “I’m okay,” you try to reassure him, “a-at least I think i’m okay, I-I’m not really feeling any pain at all right now.” He smiles and nods and explains, “yeah the doctors said they gave you a couple of painkillers so you wouldn’t feel any pain when you woke up.”

You nod at his explanation, “so um-” you start, “what did the doctors say? What are my injuries?” He frowns at your question, “they said that you’ve got a concussion, two cracked ribs, and a sprained wrist. They also said that you were lucky that that was all you got from the fall. They said it could have been much worse.” His face darkens as he finishes his sentence, thinking about all the possibilities and how much worse it could have all been. You notice this and you gently squeeze his hand pulling him out of his spiraling thoughts. “Are you okay?” You ask, worried that something might have happened to him after you passed out.

He smiles sadly at your worry and nods, “physically yeah, mentally not so much.” You brows furrow in worry and you gently squeeze his hand, letting him decide if he wants to talk about it right now or not. He smiles gently at the action and takes a deep breath. “When you passed out in my arms I-I thought you died. I thought that I had lost you, the most precious person in the world to me, a-and I couldn’t do anything about it.” He takes a staggering breath as his eyes get misty as visions of your injured body run through his mind. “I-I felt helpless, like I was losing you and there was nothing I could do to stop it. That no matter what I did you were going to be ripped away from me and I-I felt like a failure, that I failed to protect the person most dearest to me and it killed me inside. I felt like I had lost a part of myself when I thought you died.”

Tears started rolling down his face again and you felt tears of your own come to your eyes as your heart broke at the sight of him like this. You gently move your hand up to his face and gently wipe his tears away. Letting him know that you don’t plan on leaving his side anytime soon. He smiles gently at the action and he gently kisses the palm of your hand as thanks. “We um, we got him Y/N, Nigel Crane is in custody, He’s never going to be able to hurt anyone ever again.” You smile at the good news, “that’s great.” He smiles and leans down and gently kisses you. The kiss is soft and gentle, like he worries that if he makes any wrong moves you’ll shatter in his hands like glass. However, there is a sense of gentle passion as you both convey how worried you were for the other and how happy you both are that the other is okay. During the kiss he gently cups your face in his large hands. After a couple of seconds, he pulls away from you and smiles lovingly as you both lay your head against the others, neither of you ready to separate from the other yet.

 He smiles gently, “I love you, but don’t you ever scare me like that again you hear me?” You giggle and smile gently at his words, “I promise, I love you too.” He smiles at your promise and gently kisses your forehead and presses his face against the top of your head, “good.” His arms gently wrap around you, being wary of how fragile you are right now. You smile and feel yourself relax and melt into his loving embrace. “So about that date.”

[skylarmoon71]

Warrick Brown (CSI) - Extra 1.

It’s easier to do your job without all the baggage. 

You didn’t think it would feel this light not to walk around with the weight on your shoulder. You were actually humming as you matched the blood samples and when Nick walked in you knew it was for his results.

“Hey, I’m almost done, give me a second.”

Clicking a few keys, you printed the information. The document came streaming out of the machine you turned to Nick, he seemed apologetic.

“Something wrong?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know (Y/N).”

You weren’t really sure what he was apologizing for, at least not at first. When realization hit, you just wore a small smile.

“It’s okay.”

Nick isn’t exactly Ecklie level douchebag, you knew for him the nickname was probably just one of those things.

“Here, your blood samples were a match.”

He took the paper with a smile.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

You look over his shoulder, almost expecting someone else. Warrick. Usually both of them are joined at the hip.

“Is Warrick not in today?”

Nick shook his head.

“Took a personal day. Grissom said he had something to do in New York. Both of them left. Catherine’s the boss today.”

“Oh, it must be serious.”

“Guess so.”

He waves the paper.

“Thanks again, see you later.”

“See you later.”

With a wave, you’re a bit curious about what had taken Grissom and Warrick away. Maybe a cold case. You shrug it off, heading back to your station. Maybe you should get Warrick a drink the next time you see him. He always brings you coffees after all. He’s also really nice to you, and he did give you a hug when you were pretty much crying your eyes out..

You blush.

He’s just a really nice guy.

Slapping your cheeks, you get back to work.

A few hours of processing countless samples and DNA and you’re clocking out. You’re still a bit curious behind the mystery trip, so you send a text, just to check in.

“Thanks for checking up. We’ll be back tomorrow.”

His response makes you feel a bit more at ease. You go to sleep without a worry that night.

The very next day you’re the one who comes in with the coffees. You have five, one for each of them. When you walked into the kitchen, Warrick looked about ready to leave.

“Hey, looks like I caught you guys at the best time. I bought coffee.”

You smile and they all seem grateful, each taking a cup. You know they appreciate the drink, yet the smiles they wear seem awfully suspicious.

“Umm, everything okay?”

Warrick is holding a file, placing the coffee down. The manilla folder is a mystery to you. He just holds it out.

“We didn’t want to say anything until we caught him.”

You’re not sure what that means, but you take the folder nonetheless, opening it. The image of your mother makes you freeze, and the mugshot of the man next to it has you staring in disbelief.

“You were a kid when your mother was shot. Even though you identified the man they didn’t have enough to hold him. He walked free and you had to live with that. I spoke to the officers who ran the case. They weren’t able to do much back then, but technology has advanced since then.”

Grissom explains.

Your hands are trembling, because there’s a part of you that thinks this is a lie. That they hadn’t actually caught the scumbag that shot your mother in cold blood. You’d always been too afraid to even look at the case. When you landed your job, you kept going back, but you could never find enough to prove it and the officers that worked the case were adamant that there was nothing they could do.

You look up with tear filled eyes. Warrick stepped forward, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“We got him.”

You weren’t really sure what to say. There didn’t seem to be actual words to describe your gratitude. Grissom simply smiles.

“I hope this will bring you some sort of solace.”

He has no idea how much this means to you. Rushing over, you hug Grissom tightly and he laughs softly, patting your back.

“T-Thank you..”

He just shook his head.

“You should thank Warrick.”

You pull back and Grissom gives you cheeks a little pat. When you turn to Warrick he’s grinning.

“Ready to learn how to shoot a gun?”

All you can do is laugh as you run over, pulling him into a hug that he gladly accepts. 

[razzlerdazzler]

A long week

@micheleamidalajedi Sorry for taking so long to finish this, college was being a pain in my ass, but now I'm good to write again. Hope you like it :)

Pairing: Warrick x female reader

Warnings: Smut

Summary: After a hard week at work, you and Warrick go out to relax. However, you didn't consider the fact that neither of you have been able to have any alone time all week, and tensions get high.

You and Warrick have always been close, you both grew up in the same neighborhood, and were in the same grade. You two quickly hit it off, and soon became practically inseperable, doing everything together. If somebody saw one of you, they would know that the other was nearby. So that's why it wasn't a surprise to anybody, when you both went to the same college for forensic science.

Soon enough, you both got a job at the same lab. It wasn't long after that that you two confessed your undying love for each other, and you've been dating ever since. You and Warrick are currently on your way to a crime scene that Gil put you two on. You smile as you look at Warrick in the other seat, who's driving. He glances over at you for a quick second, before his eyes turn back to the road. "What are you smiling at?" He asks, a small smile of his own coming onto his face. Your smile turns into a mischevious smirk, "what, can't I just admire my beautiful boyfriend?" He chuckles and shakes his head. You smile and look back out the window, until an idea pops into your head and you look back at him.

"Wanna go to the bar tonight after this? My treat," you say. He glances back over at you again and his smile grows wider, "sure why not. We could use a break after the week we've had." You smile and nod, Gil has been putting your two to work on most of the cases this week. Since Catherine and Sara have been out of town at a conference about new forensic technology. "Do you want to go right after work or later?" You ask. He nods, "right after work sounds good to me."

Soon you reach the house, polic tape already surrounding it, and multiple cop cars are still at the scene. He parks the van and you both get out. You both walk up to Brass, and you say, "hey Jim." He looks up at you guys, "Sara and Catherine still aren't back yet?" You shake your head, "they'll be back tomorrow." He nods and walks towards the body, as you and Warrick follow. "Forty six year old male, he was found dead in his living room with a bullet in his chest, his wife found him." He nods his head to an older woman sobbing and talking to some police officers. You nod and look at the body. "Robbery?" Warrick asks, and Brass shakes his head, nothing is missing from the house." Warrick nods and says "I'll check the other rooms and outside to see if there's any evidence." You nod as you put gloves on and check his wrists for any marks. You see bruises and scrathces on his wrists, signs that he was fighting his attacker. Warrick comes back over and you look up at him.

"Find anything?" You ask, and he nods and raises one of the plastic evidence bags you guys use, and your eyes widen when you see the gun inside it. "Found this outside in the bushes." You raise an eyebrow at his words, "they didn't take the gun with them when they left, so that might mean that the killer wasn't expecting to use it." You suggest, and Warrick shrugs, "maybe, we'll send it to lab and see if they can get any prints on it." You nod and move the man's hand to check his fingernails. "He's got skin underneath his fingernails," you say as you grab a swab and gently take the skin under the man's fingernails and put it in a bag. "Might have enough DNA from our killer on it." Warrick nods. You both finish checking the the house and body for evidence, before you eventually make your way back to the van with the evidence, and start making your way back to the lab.

"Think we might have enough evidence to catch them?" You ask and he nods, "hopefully." You both stay in complete silence for a couple of minutes as he drives you back to the lab, before he suddenly speaks up. "Are you ready for our date tonight?" You smile happily as you look over at him. "You bet I am, the real question is if you're ready." He chuckles and shakes his head. You both return to companionable silence, and you can't stop yourself from smiling and getting giddy at the thought of your date tonight.

Soon you guys get back to the lab, and you bring in all the evidence bags. You both stay at work for hours, until the lab results from the DNA under the man's fingernails return. You open the folder, and your eyes widen when you see who the DNA matches with. You quickly exit the lab and make your way over to the room Warrick's in, when he quickly exits it. "Hey, I need to speak to you about the DNA we found under the man's fingernails." He looks at you, eyes wide, until he chuckles. "I was about to come over to you and show you the results of the fingerprints we got the gun." He raises the folder he's holding.

You nod, "you first." He smiles and gives you the folder he's holding and you give him yours. You open the folder as he says, "the fingerprints from the gun show that the person who was holding the gun was somebody from inside the household. His wife. I also checked the database for when the gun was bought, and it was only three days ago." You nod and take in his words and say "the DNA from uner the man's fingernails is also his wife's." He nods, "looks like we got our killer. Let's turn these into Brass, and head out for the night."

You smile at his words and nod. You both make your way down to Brass's office and show him the information and the evidence you collected. He nods and wishes you both a good night, as you two walk out of his office. You make your way to the locker rooms, and grab your guys' stuff, before heading to his car. You get in the passenger seat as Warrick gets in the drivers seat. He starts the car and backs it out of the parking space and out of the parking lot. You look out the window at the scenery that passes by and your leg starts bouncing from excitement.

He glances over at you and gently moves his hand to your thigh. You feel your heartbeat quicken and you look over at him, surprised by the action. He's just smiling at the road, and you feel his hand squeeze your thigh. You smile and look down at the hand on your thigh. You gently put your hand on top of his and you feel butterflies in your stomach as you notice the obvious size difference of your hands. You feel heat crawl up the back of your neck and you look back out the window.

A couple minutes later you two reach the bar. Warrick takes his hand off your thigh to park the car, and you already miss the feeling of his warmth. He parks the car, and you both walk into the bar, hand in hand. Warrick looks at you, "you go find us a table, and I'll get us some drinks." You nod, and you both separate as he goes to the bar and you go looking for an open table. Luckily, you are able to find a booth open, and as you sit in it, Warrick comes over with your guys drinks. He sits down across from you, as you take your drink from him. "Why thank you good sir," you say with a smile, causing him to chuckle and shake his head.

You take a sip of your cold drink and let out a deep sigh as you let yourself relax. "Work week is finally over." You say with a smile, and Warrick grins. "Yup, it was a rough one without the whole gang, but it's finally over." He takes a drink from his bottle and sighs, "this is nice, haven't really had a chance to hang out with you this week, well not after work I mean." You nod and grimace at his words. He's right, with Catherine and Sara gone, everybody had to work more, and you didn't hate it but it still meant not having any free time after work with him. "Well, the week is over now, and we can spend as much time as we want together this weekend." He smiles and nods, "sounds like a plan."

You both talk about different things happening in your lives recently for a couple of hours. That is until you notice that he is admiring you, and you smirk. "What are you looking at?" You ask teasingly. He smirks, "what? Can't I just admire my gorgeous girlfriend?" You feel flustered, as he uses the line you used on him earlier, and you look down at your drink that you've barely touched. "Want to go back to mine?" He asks. You nod, and realize that neither of you had really drank tonight, so it should be fine for him to drive you there. He smiles, "stay here, I'll pay our tabs." You nod at him, and admire him as he walks away. He's always been a gentleman, even when you two weren't dating. He's always offered to help you out, and when you two go out drinking, or out to eat, he always offers to pay the bill or tab. However, you usually don't let him pay for it completely. Soon, he comes back and says "shall we get going?" And holds out his hand for you to take. You smile and takes his hand as he leads you back to his car.

You two spend the car ride to his house in comfortable silence, your window is rolled down and you take a deep breath as you enjoy the fresh night air. You turn to look at him, and your eyes widen when you see that he is glancing over at you. You smile, "what are you looking at?" It's dark out, but you swear you can see a light blush on his cheeks as he glances back over at you. "You," and this time you can see something in his eyes, but you aren't quite sure what it is. Nonetheless, the look in his eyes and his words is making your heart beat faster, and you can feel a blush start to make its way onto your cheeks. You look away from him, and you can't help but cross your legs as you think about the heated look in his eyes.

Soon you reach his place, and you both get out of the car. You let him open the door, and right as it closes behind you, he pins you to it. You let out a squeak of surprise as he cages you in against the door, his arms on either side of your head. Before you can get a word out, he presses his lips passionately against yours. Your brain short circuits for a few seconds, until realize that he is starting pull away, and you lean forward and kiss him back just as passionately. He makes a noise of surprise, but he groans as he immediately kisses you back. As the kiss gets more heated, you move your hands to the back of his neck, as his hands slowly make their way to your waist.

Slowly he breaks away from the kiss, and you pant for air. He's breathing heavily too, and as soon as his lips leave yours they make a beeline for your neck. You gasp and moan as he starts kissing your neck. You let out a loud whine when his teeth scrape against your neck, and you move your head away from him, allowing him more room. You continue moaning and whining as he starts to leave kisses and marks down your neck. Your hands slowly make their way to his hair, and you let out a gasp as he slots his leg between yours, giving you perfect friction on your clit. You let out a soft moan as you move against his leg, trying to get more friction as he continues to leave marks on your neck. "W-Warrick," you gasp out, causing him to stop his ministrations on your neck. He pulls his head away from your neck and you feel your breath hitch as you look into his eyes.

They're so full of love and compassion, but they're also still full with that heat you saw in them earlier. You can only murmur one word as you look into them. "Bedroom." He seems to understand what you're saying as he picks you up, holding your thighs and ass so you don't fall. He makes the trek down the hallway to his bedroom, and as he reaches the bed, he lays you down onto it and gets on top of you. His lips immediately go back to your neck, this time to the other side, causing you to gasp and giggle. "Baby, what has gotten into you?" He pulls away from your neck again and says, "been pent up, haven't been able to have you all week. I mean sure, I got to see you, but that's not the same as this." He motions between you two. "Couldn't control myself as soon as we got home, I needed to have you sweetheart. Is that okay?" He asks.

You nod and smile. "Absolutely, I ain't gonna lie, I've kind of been feeling the same way this week." His eyes widen at your words, and you can't help but giggle at him. He smirks as soon as he hears you giggle. "Really now?" He asks, as his face moves closer to yours, leaving your lips only a couple of inches apart. You feel your breath hitch at the close proximity and nod as you look down at his lips. He slowly leans in until your lips touch, and you're passionately kissing each other again. As you kiss, you feel his hand slowly make its way under your pants. You let out a whimper as his fingers move under your underwear, and start gently running them along your folds. You break the kiss, "baby-clothes off." You barely get out before you let out another whine. He slowly removes his hand from your pants, as you both get undressed, until you're both naked.

You continue laying on the bed, as he sits above you, and you both can't help but admire each other. You slowly look down at his body, until your eyes see his cock. You gulp and you feel your mouth water, and you feel yourself get wetter just by looking at it. He notices where you're looking and chuckles. "Soon sweetheart." He lets his hand slowly travel down your body until it reaches your folds. You let out a loud moan, as his fingers start moving through your folds again. You let out a mewl as his thumb starts rubbing on your clit as well. You can't help but writhe under him as he continues pleasuring you. He chuckles, "so eager baby, you want more sweetheart?" You nod frantically, not able to form a word from how much pleasure you're feeling. He smiles as he coats his fingers in your arousal, and slowly slides a finger into your pussy.

You let out a broken moan at the feeling of his finger inside you, slowly opening up your pussy for his cock. He smiles at the sight, and continues to move his finger inside you. He slowly adds another finger, and you moan louder as the two fingers stretch you open. He continues moving his two fingers inside you, and as he curls his fingers, he hits a part inside of you that makes you buck your hips against him and and causes you to let out a broken wail. He smirks down at you as he continues to hit that spot, and soon adds a third finger. Soon enough he takes his fingers out, causing you to let out a needy whine. He smiles at the sound.

"Don't worry sweetheart, I'm gonna give you something better than my fingers in a minute. He spits on his hand, and wraps it around his cock. He lets out a low moan as he moves his hand up and down on his cock, and you can't help but groan at the sight. Soon he positions his cock, and kisses you sweetly as he pushes it inside. You moan, and he lets out a deep gravelly groan when he bottom's out. He stays completely still. "Tell me when I can move sweetheart." You feel your heart melt at his words, and you can't help but kiss him. After a few moments, you break the kiss and nod. "You can move baby." He takes a deep breath and starts off slowly. Only doing slow deep thrusts at first. You both moan as his thrusts slowly speed up. Until he's fucking into you hard and fast. He pants near your ear and whispers, voice low and gravelly. "You like this sweetheart? Does it feel good?" You can't even form a sentence from how good you feel. The only thing you can do is nod your head, causing him to let out a deep laugh. That's until you clench down on him, causing him to let out a hiss. "Fuck, feels so good pretty girl. I don't know how much longer I can hold on for."

One of his hands move down to your clit and starts rubbing it, causing you to let out a desperate wail. He smiles at the sight and thrusts into you harder and faster. "Come for me sweetheart, come on my cock! Come on you can do it! Come!" You let out a loud scream as your vision goes white, and you feel yourself gush around his cock. You slowly come down from your high as he keeps thrusting into you. "Fuck, so tight sweetheart, can't hold back any longer!" A couple of deep thrusts later, he lets out a deep, husky groan as he comes inside you. You feel his hips still, as warmth floods inside you. A few moments later, he separates from you. And you whine as you feel his cock move out of your aching pussy. He gently shushes you. "I know sweetheart, I know." He gently kisses your forehead, "I'll be back in a minute sweetheart."

He goes off to the bathroom, and after a minute he comes back with a warm wet washcloth. He sits beside you and starts gently wiping the mess away. While he's doing it, he's whispering praises to you, and is gently kissing your face. "Did so good," kisses your forehead. "You were perfect," kisses your nose. "So beautiful," kisses both your cheeks. "My good sweet girl," gently kisses you. You gently kiss him back, and smiles sweetly at him. "You were amazing baby," you quietly say. Soon, he finishes cleaning up and you two cuddle. Your head is laying on his chest, as he gently runs his fingers through your hair. This was perfect, especially after the busy week you two had. You look up at him and gently kiss him. "Thank you baby, I needed this." He smiles down at you sweetly, "me too sweetheart." Soon you can't keep your eyes open any longer, and you fall asleep against his chest. What a perfect way to end the week.

[razzlerdazzler]

@micheleamidalajedi Here's your request, I hope you like it :)

Scars

Summary: You and Warrick have your weekly movie date, and he finds out about your scar, things start to get heated

Warning: Talk of harm to readers body, tsunamis and smut

It feels like you’ve been staring at the screen for hours. Tonight is yours and Warrick’s weekly movie night, and it’s your turn to pick the movie. The problem is, you don’t know what you want to watch, and Warrick isn’t here to help you pick. He had left about an hour ago to go get snacks and drinks for the night. You smile thinking about him. You two had only been dating for a few months, but it feels like it was just yesterday when he asked you out. You and Warrick both work at the crime lab, and had known each other for a few years. One day, after a particularly tough case he asked you out to dinner. Which you quickly agreed to. The date was wonderful, and soon after a few more dates, he asked you to be his partner. You smile at the memory. 

Suddenly you hear the front door open, “I’m back.” Warrick’s voice rings throughout the house. You get up and go greet him. He’s already in the kitchen, putting the bags on the table when you get there. His back is turned to you so you quietly sneak up behind him and wrap your arms around his middle. “Hi baby,” you say, causing him to laugh. “Hi sweetheart.” He turns around and wraps his arms around you. You look up at him, “I missed you.” He shakes his head, “I was only gone for an hour.” “Doesn’t mean I can’t miss you.” You say, causing him to smile softly at you. You feel your breath hitch at the sight. You’ve always loved Warrick’s smile. It was one of the many things that you loved. He leans down and kisses the top of your head. “How about you go back to the couch, and I’ll come join you with our snacks in a few minutes.” You smile up at him and nod. “Okay, but you better hurry.” “I will.” He kisses your forehead one last time and lets go of you.

You quickly make your way back to the couch, and try to find a movie to watch. After a few minutes, you finally land on something that you’ve been meaning to watch for quite a while now. A few seconds later, Warrick walks out of the kitchen with some drinks and your snacks. He carefully places them down on the console table in front of the couch. He finally comes over to the couch and plops down next to you, leaving his arm closest to you at the top of the couch, allowing you to snuggle into his side. You quickly move over to him and snuggle into his side. He waits for you to get comfy and then lowers his arm, so it wraps around you. You grab the remote and quickly press play on the movie. 

The movie's opening credits begin to appear and the movie starts. And even though the movie is playing, you can’t help but look at him. He’s staring at the tv, watching the movie. You can’t help but admire him. His mesmerizing green eyes, that you could get lost in. His soft hair, that you love running your fingers through, when you two are laying down.You love feeling his stubble,even when it tickles you sometimes, when you kiss his lips. And his lips. My god, you could never get enough of his lips. 

“Y/N?” You suddenly hear Warrick ask, breaking you out of your train of thought. You look up at him, and see him looking down at you with a smile. You suddenly realize that he caught you staring, and not just at him, but at his lips. You feel heat rush to your face, and you suddenly think that the snacks look really interesting right now. You suddenly feel a hand come to the side of your face, and gently push your head, until you’re looking at him again. 

He’s softly smiling down at you, “sweetheart, there’s no need to be embarrassed, I also have trouble keeping my eyes off of you.” Your eyes widen at his words, causing him to laugh. He leans in close, until his face is only a few inches away from yours. He looks down to your lips, and you feel your breath hitch at the sight. You feel his breath on your lips, but he doesn’t make a move to kiss you. He wants you to initiate the kiss, which you gladly do. You quickly close the small gap. 

The kiss was passionate.You feel his lips move against yours passionately, and you respond with the same amount of passion. The kiss quickly gets heated and he licks your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You quickly open your mouth and soon your tongues are fighting for dominance, causing you two to moan. The movie is soon forgotten, as he slowly moves over,  to where his body is facing you. He moves one of his hands to your shoulder, and gently pushes you down, so you’re laying down on the couch. He quickly follows, leaning over you. You wrap your hands around his neck and you start running your fingers through his hair. Soon you two have to separate for air, and Warrick immediately moves his lips to your neck. 

You let out a whine, as Warrick sucks a mark onto your neck. You lean your head away from him, allowing him more room to leave marks.  One of your hands moves to grip the back of his shirt, and the other grips his hair, causing him to moan. His hands start to wander down your body, until they get to the hem of your shirt. His hands fiddle with the hem of your shirt a little bit, before they slowly make their way under your shirt. You can feel his warm hands touch your body, and you moan. You freeze when one of his hands accidentally touches the big scar on your side, near your stomach. Warrick freezes as well, as he feels the scar. “Babe, is that a-” You don’t let Warrick finish his sentence before you quickly move his hands out from under your shirt. He doesn’t stop you. In fact he sits up and moves to the other side of the couch, giving you some space. You sit up as well, and stay in your little corner of the couch. You both sit there quietly. 

After a few minutes Warrick speaks up. “Sweetheart, you have a scar?” You look up at him. You do have a scar, you got it back when you were a child. Your family was vacationing on the West Coast(Idk where) and a tsunami hit. Sure, everybody was okay, but the event left you scarred, mentally and physically. 

You feel a warm weight on your hand, breaking you out of your thoughts. You look down and see Warrick’s hand on top of yours. You look up at him with a small smile, and squeeze his hand. “I do have a scar, it was from when I was a child.” You pause taking in a shuttery breath, just thinking about it. Warrick squeezes your hand and you look up at him. He’s moved a little closer to you, but is still giving you some space. He’s looking down at you worriedly. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” You smile at his thoughtfulness, he’s always so considerate about others. You look up at him with a small smile and squeeze his hand. “I want to.” 

He nods his head and stays quiet, letting you tell the story. “When I was really young, my family and I took a vacation to the West Coast. It was a bright, sunny day, so we decided to go down to the beach. While we were there, sirens suddenly went off. My family and I quickly got to higher ground, but not before some debris from the Tsunami hit me in the side.” After the Tsunami, we were able to get to a hospital, and the doctor patched me up, but it still left a big scar on my side.” You say, finishing the story.

Warrick stays quiet for a few seconds, before he says softly “That sounds awful sweetheart, I’m sorry you had to go through that.” He opens his arms, and you move back over to him. You sit in his lap and  feel his arms wrap around you, pulling you into his warmth. You move your head to the crook of his neck, and close your eyes. You can still smell a little bit of the cologne he put on earlier today, and you can feel the tension leave your body. Warrick kisses the top of your head, and lays his head on top of yours. You both stay like that for a few minutes, neither of you saying anything, just enjoying each other's company. Soon, Warrick moves his head away, and you look up at him. He’s looking down at you with a soft smile, “thank you for telling me about your scar, I know it couldn’t have been easy.” You smile up at him, “it’s easier to talk about, when I'm with somebody I love.”  His smile grows wider, and he leans in, and kisses you. 

The kiss is soft, but passionate. You’re putting all your feelings into the kiss. How much you love and appreciate him. You never knew how much you could love somebody, until Warrick came into your life. The kiss becomes even more passionate, as you lick his top lip, this time asking him for permission. He groans at the feeling, and opens his mouth slightly, allowing your tongue to enter his mouth. You both moan as your tongues meet once again. Soon, Warrick breaks the kiss, saying “wrap your legs around me.” You look at him confused, until he suddenly stands up. You yelp, as you quickly wrap your arms around his neck, and your legs around his waist, while he puts his hands under your thighs, to help support you. He laughs at your yelp, and you look up at him with a frown. “You could have warned me.” He shakes his head with a smile, “baby, I did warn you.” You frown at him playfully, “Yeah, but you didn’t give me enough time.” He smiles softly at you, “I’m sorry honey,” and he kisses the top of your head. You smile at the action, “it’s alright.” 

After that, Warrick carries you down the hallway, to his bedroom. He places you down on the front of his bed. You lay your head down on one of his pillows and watch him, as he joins you in bed. He moves, so he is leaning over you again. You both lean in until you’re kissing again, The kiss is passionate, and it doesn’t take long until you’re tugging at the hem of his shirt, wanting it off. You two have been dating for a few months, but you haven’t had sex yet, you both agreed, that it would happen naturally. He seems to get the message, as he breaks the kiss and pulls his shirt off and tosses it to the other side of the room, exposing his chest and stomach to you. You feel your mouth go dry at the sight. He’s gorgeous. You can see the beginnings of abs on his stomach. Warrick clears his throat, and you look up at him. He’s smirking down at you, “See something you like.” You smile up at him, and nod. 

He leans down and kisses you again, and you can’t help but run your hands along his body. He groans at the touch, and he sits up again, his hands going  to the hem of your shirt. He looks up at you, silently asking if he can remove your shirt. You nod and smile at him, giving him permission. He slowly lifts up your shirt, and takes it off, tossing it next to his shirt.

His breath hitches, as he takes the sight of you in. He doesn’t talk for a few minutes, and you’re starting to feel self conscious, until he groans. “God, you’re beautiful,” causing you to blush. He smiles down at you. “It’s true, I love everything about you.” Your eyes widen at the comment. “You do?” He nods and leans down to your neck, “I love leaving marks on your beautiful neck.” He starts to press kisses to it, causing you to sigh at the feeling. You move one of your hands, to the back of his head, and start to run your fingers through his hair. After a few minutes, of kissing your neck, and leaving marks on it he lowers his head, to the tops of your breasts. He moves his hands to your breasts, and cups them, “I love these beautiful breasts, and how they’re the perfect size.” He kisses the top of one of your breasts, before he lifts it in his hand, and envelops your nipple into his mouth. 

You gasp, at the feeling of heat enveloping your nipple. Warrick’s tongue starts to lap and nip your nipple, while his other hand pinches and pulls your other nipple. You moan at the pleasure, and grip Warrick’s hair, causing him to moan. Soon he unlatches his mouth from your nipple and moves over to your other breast, and repeats the process, leaving you a whining mess, until they’re both hard. After he’s done playing with your breasts he makes his way down to your stomach. He presses a kiss to it and says “I love your stomach, and how soft it is.” He then moves over to your side, where your scar is and you hold your breath as he looks at it. He looks up at you, “is it okay, if I touch it.” He’s giving you a look that says you don’t have to if you don’t want to, and your heart flutters. You never thought you could love someone so much, until you met Warrick. Your voice is stuck in your throat, and all you can do is nod at him.  He gives you a soft smile, and gently moves his hand to the scar. He gently traces it, and then he does something you weren’t expecting. He leans down and gently kisses the scar, causing you to gasp. He looks up at you, as if he’s worried that he hurt you, and you can’t help but smile down at him. “I’m okay, I just wasn’t expecting it.” He nods, and smiles up at you. He leans down, and gently kisses the scar again before he says “I love your scars, they’re beautiful to me, because they prove that you’re a survivor.” 

After a few more kisses to your scar, he makes his way to the top of your pants. He looks up at you, “can I take these off?” You look down at him with a smile, “yes.” He looks back down, and slowly takes your pants off. He gasps at the sight of your panties, already wet from his previous demonstrations. Instead of moving his head to where you want him to, he moves his head over to your thighs, causing you to groan in exasperation. He chuckles and says “ I’ll get there soon, don’t worry.” His words adding heat to the fire already in your stomach. He then leans down and kisses both of your thighs. “I love you’re thighs and how beautiful they are.” The sight of Warrick between your thighs was something you’d remember forever. 

After placing a few more teasing kisses to your thighs, he finally reaches your panties. He looks up at you with a smile, “can I-” before he can even finish his sentence, you nod. “Please take them off.” You ask desperately, causing him to chuckle. “Okay sweetheart.” He moves his hands to the tops of your panties, and pulls them off, revealing your wet pussy. He groans at the sight. “Baby, you look like a wet dream.” You whimper at his words. “Please, touch me,” and he does just that. He goes down between your thighs, and licks a stripe up your folds, causing you to moan at the feeling, and him to groan at the taste. “Fuck baby, you taste so good.” He dives his tongue into your pussy, and you wail at the feeling. You wrap your legs around his head, causing him to groan into your pussy. 

As he keeps licking, you feel yourself come closer and closer to the edge. “Baby please, i’m about to come,” you mewl. This only causes Warrick to speed up and put his hands on your thighs, so he can pull you closer to him. Soon you can’t take it anymore, and feel yourself go over the edge. “I’m coming!” You scream, chanting his name as your vision goes white, and all you can feel is Warrick, and the pleasure he’s giving you. Soon the pleasure starts to fade and you feel yourself start to fade back into reality. Warrick keeps lapping at your pussy, until you're too over sensitive and pull his hair, causing him to sit up. You can see your need glistening on his chin, and you moan at the sight. 

Warrick moves up the bed, and sits next to you. How do you feel?” You look up at him with lidded eyes, “good.” He smiles at that, “I guess it felt good then?” “So good.” He chuckles, “I really must have worn you out huh?” You nod your head, and sit up. “Lay down,” he looks at you confused, “What?”  You roll your eyes, “lay down.” He does as you ask and you sit over him. You look up at him, “Can I take these off?” You ask, your fingers playing with the waistband of his pants. He looks down at you quizzically. “I wanna return the favor,” you say. He smiles softly at you. “Baby, you don’t have to.” You look up at him determined, “but I want to.” 

He groans at your words, and nods his head. You make quick work of removing his pants, and you throw them into the pile of clothes that you two have now made. He leans down and gently grabs your hand and moves it over his boxers, and places it on the obvious bulge. He moans as you cup him through his boxers. “Look at what you did to me.” You groan at his words and move your hands to the waistband of his boxers. You look up at him, silently asking permission to pull down his boxers. He nods his head, and you pull them down, tossing them into the pile. You gasp at the sight of his dick and you wrap your hand around it, causing him to moan. You start to jerk him off and he becomes a moaning mess. You can’t decide what you want to look at more, his beautiful reactions, or the sight of your hand on his dick. Soon you can’t hold back anymore, and you lower your head until you’re only a few inches away from his dick. You lean in and gently kiss the tip, causing Warrick to moan. You look up at Warrick, making sure to keep eye contact with him, and you open your mouth, and close it around the tip of his dick. He throws his head back and lets out a loud whine. You feel pride start to well up in your chest, knowing that you’re the one making him feel this way. You start to bob your head, causing him to moan.“You’re doing so good baby,” Warrick praises you, as you continue, to suck his dick. Soon, Warrick can’t take it anymore, and says “I’m about to cum baby.” You start to bob your head faster, and not very long after that he says “I’m cumming baby.” He cums in your mouth, and you try to swallow it all. After he’s done cumming you sit up and look at him. He’s laying down, with his head on a pillow, he looks at you with lidded eyes, and a smile on his face, “baby, that was amazing.” 

You smile, feeling proud of yourself for making him feel good. He leans up on his arms, “come here.” You quickly make your way up to him, and he leans up and gives you a kiss. The kiss is sweet, and soft, and you sigh into the kiss. You break the kiss, and he moves so you’re both under the covers. He opens his arms, and you lay your head in the crook of his neck, while his arms wrap around you. You cuddle into his warm embrace while his hand strokes your hair. You both lay there quietly for a few minutes and you almost fall asleep, until he suddenly says, “thank you for trusting me enough, to tell me about your scar.” You smile into his neck, “thank you for loving me, even with my scar.” He kisses the top of your head, “I’ll always love you, scars and all.” You smile and close your eyes, letting sleep consume you. This is home.