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by: BuffyAngel68 (Send Feedback)
Series: - No Series - #1
Chapters: 009 Word Count: 16653
Character(s): Tony DiNozzo, Other Male Character
Category(ies): Angst/Drama, Crossover, First Time, Humor, Romance
Crossover Shows: CSI
Summary: NCIS/ CSI crossover. After managing to continually avoid being the one to go to law enforcement conferences, Tony is forced into attending the latest one. In Las Vegas he runs into a like minded soul, in more ways than one.
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Talented Hands 6/?
As they moved outside the restaurant, once again donning their shades to ease the effect of the harsh Las Vegas sun, Tony grinned, leaned against the building's fašade and breathed a long sigh of relief.
"What? As if I didn't already know." Warrick asked the other man.
"You don't get it. You work with him all the time so it's no big deal to you. For me... it's kind of like being a mathematician and having Einstein tell you he's interested in hearing your theories. I mean... maybe Doctor Grissom doesn't faze you anymore, and I can understand why, but I haven't built up immunity yet and I'm not sure I ever will."
"Yeah, you will. It might take time, but the hero worship is gonna wear off eventually. It has to. You'll never really get to know the real Gris 'till it does. Trust me... havin' him as a friend is worth way more than keepin' him up on the pedestal. Okay, he's an amazing scientist, but he's an even better human being."
"He really let you in? He opened up to you about personal stuff?"
"Not for a long time. I screwed up an' around... nearly screwed myself out of the only job I ever wanted. I had to prove I was worth his time, effort an' trust. Once he was sure... yeah, he opened up. Not all the way, but a lot more than I ever thought I'd get to see."
"I want that... to prove myself to him. I could learn so much more if he just knew I was worth sharing his knowledge..."
"If that lunch was any indication, you don't have far to go to get there. He was seriously impressed."
"You mean it?" Tony asked, coming off the wall and gripping Warrick's hand tighter. "Impressed enough to let me work with him... for him?"
"No guarantee, but probably. You'll have to bring it up, though. Middleman is *not* my favorite game to play. Enough with the shop-talk, okay? Gris said go do somethin' fun an' I never disobey the boss' orders. Well, not anymore."
"Speaking of favorite games..." Tony teased, moving closer until he and Warrick were nearly touching, chest to chest.
"We said later. Someplace quiet, remember?"
"No, I said after lunch and the rest of the day's lectures. Lunch is over and we've been given permission to blow off the conference for the afternoon..."
"I hear you, I do. It's just... when we make love, it's gonna be serious for me... serious and awesome and intense. I wanna have some more laughs with you while I've got the chance. I know it feels like we've got all the time in the world, but we don't, an' there's so much more I'm dyin' to show you. Over a quiet dinner at the hotel... I promise we'll talk. Okay?"
Tony breathed deeply, gazed solemnly into Warrick's eyes and finally nodded.
"Okay. Let's go..."
Back in Warrick's truck once again, they headed out, eventually arriving back at the amusement park, which made Tony grin wildly.
"Yeah! Roller coaster!"
Warrick glanced at his companion briefly then looked back through the windshield.
"Okay. If you want to." He responded quietly, his voice just the tiniest bit stressed. It only took Tony a few seconds to figure out the source.
"Yesterday morning was pretty special. Sharing another ride with a bunch of other people would make it... less, wouldn't it?"
"Less. That's a good word for it." Warrick replied, smiling and looking suddenly relieved that Tony not only understood, but seemed to agree.
"There has to be more to this place than one coaster."
"Oh, yeah. Way more."
"Let's hit it, then."
"Right behind you, T."
"I'd prefer you on top of me... of course under me works too. We'll work that out over dinner." Tony teased, delighted when he succeeded in drawing another blush from his soon-to-be lover. "God, you're so easy." He laughed as he stepped out of the truck.
"You only think so." Warrick retorted, smiling mischievously as he emerged and locked the vehicle. "I'm not one to roll over an' play dead for anybody. You gotta earn the right to see this beautiful bod, my man."
"Oh, do I? How, pray tell?"
"Midway games, T. Most of which I'm the local champ on."
"You mean ring toss, pop the balloon, knock down the bottles..."
"You got it. I win more than you do, I get to pick the movie we go to between here and dinner."
"And if win more... I get you?"
"Yeah. All of me you don't already own." Warrick confirmed, his expression once again somber and closed down. Tony moved closer and gently stroked the other man's face.
"I feel the same way. I hope you can believe that. I don't know how or why... I just know I do." He confessed, echoing their words of the previous night. "I don't want you agreeing to anything just because we have this... bizarre, incredible connection, though. Don't say yes just because you think you have to honor something neither of us really understands..."
Warrick grasped the hand laid against his cheek and pulled it down to cover his heart, as he had done to Tony in the lounge the night before.
"I don't have to understand an' I'm shit-scared to over-think it. If I do that... if *we* do that it'll shrivel up an' die before we know what happened. We need to grab on an' go where it takes us. Can't you feel that?" Warrick murmured, shocked at the near desperation he heard in his voice. Unconsciously, Tony curled his fingers in a little against the shirt under his palm, as if seeking the handhold that Warrick's words implied. When he responded, his voice was equally as rough and quiet.
"Yeah... Hell, I suck at leaps of faith, Warrick... I'm terrified to fall short, crash and burn... but I do feel it. It's like the coaster..."
"Throw your hands up, scream for all you're worth an' enjoy it while it lasts?"
Tony burst out laughing and dropped his head against Warrick's shoulder and the CSI's free hand came up to cradle the back of his lover's head.
"This ride's goin' around a lot more than twice. I feel that too. Can you handle that?"
"Like I told you last night, I'll deal somehow." Tony assured him, straightening up and tugging on Warrick's hand. "C'mon, let's go hit the midway. I am *so* gonna kick your ass..."
"Keep talkin', T. God loves to show up a braggart..."
TWO AND A HALF HOURS LATER:
"Last shot, T. You make it, you get the prize. You don't..."
"I get the prize either way." Tony reminded him, smirking at Warrick around the mini basketball he held close to his jaw.
"True, but you miss this an' you'll have to sit through a chick-flick *and* dinner before you get to open the treasure chest."
Tony lowered the ball, and made a disgusted face at his lover.
"Chick-flick? We said nothing about a chick-flick..."
"You agreed I got to choose the movie if I won. My favorite retro theater on the strip is playin' "Titanic"."
Tony rolled his eyes, but he was still grinning.
"Fine, fine. I miss the shot, I suffer through "Titanic"."
"And no comments, jokes or any of that for the whole three hours."
"Oh, c'mon, what fun is that..."
"That's the deal."
"Okay, whatever. I'll keep my mouth shut." Tony conceded. "Doesn't matter, since I'm about to win this contest anyway..." he finished under his breath.
"Righhht. Throw the ball, hot-shot."
Lining up with the hole in the back wall of the booth, Tony inhaled, held the breath and tossed the ball at his target.
"Damn! I had it perfectly set up!"
"Oh, an' it looked like it. I mean, it was only eight inches to the left..."
"Hey, be nice, or I won't buy you popcorn and ice cream at the movies."
"So you concede? I win?"
"For now. Later..."
"Later we both win. Least I hope so." Warrick whispered in Tony's ear as he passed him then returned to full voice for anyone close enough to hear. "Let's get goin', T. The movie starts in about forty minutes an' I want two of the good seats up back."
Tony smiled wickedly and followed.
"Dare I ask why?"
Warrick deliberately mumbled his response then tried to speed up his stride, but Tony wasn't about to let him get away with that. He gripped Warrick's arm lightly and halted his progress.
"One more time?"
"I said... I wanna know what you taste like... all by yourself. That kiss... I know part of what I tasted had to be me. You know, my... Anyway, I wanna kiss you again... learn the difference when it's just you. The back two rows are the only place they turn a blind eye if you feel like makin' out..." Warrick explained quietly, praying none of the people passing by had heard him. Tony stared at the other man's lips for several seconds, unable to tear his gaze away until he'd forcibly calmed the sudden need blossoming in his chest and gut. He desperately wanted to clamp his hands around Warrick's ears and plant one on him right there in the midway, paying no heed to the mass of strangers eddying around them, but he held himself in check by sheer force of will.
"... and if we don't go now, those seats will be taken. You've got my vote. Let's move!
AFTER THE MOVIE:
As they left the theater, Tony kept his head slightly ducked, fully aware that his swollen lips and the ear-to-ear grin he was sporting would announce to the world that he hadn't seen much of the film.
"God... who could've known sharing candy could be so much fun?" he chuckled as they strolled through the lot toward the truck.
"Yeah... I've swapped spit a hundred times, but that's the first time I ever swapped a half-chewed Tootsie Roll with anybody."
"Hey, it was a fair trade. You gave me part of your Starburst twenty minutes later."
"I didn't *give* it to you, you stole it. That's a hell of a talented tongue you got, bud."
"You already knew that. Hah! Knew I could make you blush again."
"Long as you don't do it around anybody I know, we're good." Warrick returned good-naturedly.
"Deal. I'd much rather do it in private..."
"You're hopeless, I swear. You were born flirting, weren't you?"
"Probably. I was also born hungry, so if you could start the truck..."
"Yeah, yeah. I got one short stop to make first."
"Jeweler. My watch needed new batteries and the crystal replaced. It's been waitin' on me to come get it since Tuesday. I'm lucky the owner knows me really well or it might be in a pawn shop by now."
After a short drive, Warrick pulled up in front of a small, brightly lit shop. Tony debated briefly, but decided to follow his lover inside and look around while the other man conducted his business. He walked around slowly, gazing without much interest at the various display cases, until one item caught his eye. He drew in a surprised breath and moved closer to get a better look at the small rose quartz heart nestled in a mound of dark blue velvet. Minutes later, he was still in the same spot when Warrick approached, sliding his newly repaired watch onto his wrist.
"Hey. Tony? What's up?"
"Hmm? Oh... it's nothing, I guess. Just... that is so beautiful." He responded vaguely, pointing out the item that had him so enthralled.
"Wow. It is gorgeous. Not too pricey either. 'Course, most things here aren't. It's not one of the real upscale places like in the casinos." He said, already looking elsewhere. "You ready to go?"
"Go? Yeah... yeah, I'm starved. Let's hit it..."
On the way out, Tony noted the store name and phone number and committed them to memory.
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