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Talented Hands

by: BuffyAngel68 (Send Feedback)

Series: - No Series - #1
Chapters: 009 Word Count: 16653
Rating: ADULT
Character(s): Tony DiNozzo, Other Male Character
Category(ies): Angst/Drama, Crossover, First Time, Humor, Romance
Pairing(s): Tony/OMC
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 8/9



Sitting with legs crossed and notebook in hand, Warrick went back over the last two or three hours, smiling and ducking his head to hide it. Waking up beside Tony had been a revelation and an amazingly joyful feeling; one he wasn't looking forward to giving up. Once both men had cleaned up, dressed and eaten a simple room service breakfast, they had ridden down in the elevator together. Once they exited into the lobby, Tony had pulled him into a discreet corner, kissed him briefly and vanished.

Now Warrick was continually glancing from the speaker at the front of the room, who seemed ready to begin, to the door. Tony should have been there twenty minutes before, but had yet to show up, and his new lover was getting worried. He considered defying Grissom's edict and going out to find him, but just then the other man slid into the room and dropped into the empty seat Warrick had saved for him.

"Where you been? The lecture's about to get goin'."

"Sorry. Had to call the boss back home and get an idea what I'll be walking back into Tuesday."

"Makes sense."

"You look comfortable." Tony smirked.

"Yeah, thanks to you and that Preparation H you let me borrow."

"I did say I'm sorry, right?"

"And I said quit it. I wanted... hell, I begged you to do it that way an' it was the best feeling I've ever known. I don't regret one damn minute."

"I love you."

"Love you too. C'mon, get your notebook out, man. You'll wanna get some of this down..."

As the session progressed, Tony realized Warrick was right. Much of the information presented was novel to him and he quickly became engrossed in both the words he was hearing and the notes he was creating. The ninety minutes sped by and, once again, he was still scribbling while everyone was filing out. Warrick laughed quietly and nudged his shoulder.

"Hey. Lunchtime, man."

Tony blinked, looked up from his notes and grinned.

"I did it again."

"Yeah, but as long as I'm here to drag you back into the outside world..."

"Okay, okay. So where are we going for lunch? Italian sound alright with you?"

"Yeah. How about you, Gris?"

"I haven't had Italian in a long time. That's fine."

Tony startled, cried out and nearly fell to the floor as he twisted his head to the right in response to Grissom's voice. Warrick fought off a severe urge to laugh wildly as he grabbed Tony from the other side and held him up.

"Warrick, you're a dead man..."

"What, for not tellin' you he was there? Not my job, T."

"Still a dead man." Tony insisted, pulling away and grinning sheepishly in Gil's direction. "Good morning Dr. Grissom."


"What are you doing here? I mean, not that you don't have the perfect right to be anywhere... I just wondered about this seminar, really. You must already know all this, so you don't exactly *need*..."

Tony's nervous rambling was muffled mid-sentence by Warrick's hand over his mouth.

"He's still a little star-struck, Gris. Pay no attention. Ow!"

The other pulled back, shaking the finger Tony had lightly bitten. Grissom watched the silent message of extreme irritation Tony sent Warrick and had to laugh.

"Manners, gentlemen, or I won't be seen with either of you in public." He told them, rising to his feet. "Come to think of it, I should've asked if you minded me tagging along again."

"No problem, not at all." Tony instantly responded. "If we could talk like yesterday... that would be great."

"I'd love that. I do have a specific topic I'd like to discuss at some point..."

"Yeah, of course. Anything you want." Tony said, rising as well. Warrick followed suit and the three ambled out of the room in a loose group.

"Good. I know the perfect restaurant. They do a pasta Bolognese that will make you weep..."


Sipping at his glass of chardonnay, Grissom carefully watched the other two interact and tried to figure out what had changed from the day before. Their ease with each other hadn't lessened; if anything it was deeper and they seemed more connected, to the point of finishing each other's sentences. When Warrick squirmed slightly in his seat and grimaced, his boss suddenly understood and his heart ached for the pair. Part of him wished he could witness the scene at the airport the following morning, but for the most part, he was glad he wouldn't have to. Suppressing the sorrow weighing down his heart, he cleared his throat and spoke up, hoping the plan he was considering would ease the minds and hearts of both men.

"Tony. How are you getting along with Vegas so far?"

"Fantastic. I've had a great time. If Warrick ever quits the department, he has a definite future as a tour guide, by the way."

"That's good to hear, because I'm hoping you'll come back."

"You are? I mean... I'm not sure I understand."

"I'm impressed with your intelligence and your drive to learn... and I'd like you to come work with me. Not permanently, of course. Just for a few months. I think it would be a tremendous experience for both of us."

Warrick's hand gripped Tony's shoulder powerfully and he replied when the offer seemed to have left Tony shell-shocked.


"Don't worry, Warrick. It's clear how close you two have become, but I didn't make this decision based solely on that. I'm intrigued and I want a chance to see what kind of investigator Tony really is."

"My God..." Tony croaked, finally reviving "... you mean that? You... you're saying I could... this opportunity is something I've wanted for so long... but I never thought I'd actually..."

"Is that a yes?"

"What? Yes, yes! Absolutely! Thank you so much, Dr. Grissom!"

"Two conditions. One, you have to get your supervisor's approval."

"That's no problem. He values his team, but he'd never hold any of us back if we got a chance like this. What's the second condition?"

"Drop the title and just call me Grissom."

"I.. I couldn't do that. You deserve more respect..."

"It's a deal breaker."

Tony looked torn until Warrick murmured close to his ear.

"Hey, remember what I told you? You won't get anything outta workin' with him if you keep him up on that pedestal. You gotta loosen up to find out who he really is... trust me, T, it's so worth it."

Tony breathed deeply once or twice, grinned and made his decision.

"Okay. Thank you, Grissom."

"Much better. Now let's get some food on this table..."



Warrick stepped out of the elevator into the lobby, searching for Tony. The younger man had skipped the last half of the conference's final seminar in order to call home and get the required approval for his return to Vegas. It took a few minutes, but Warrick spotted him at last, huddled on the floor in a corner, cell phone against his ear and a distressed expression twisting his face. As he approached, he caught the end of the conversation and realized what the look was all about.

"Gibbs... no, I understand that, but... this is Dr. Gil Grissom! Getting a chance... okay, then you can understand... you have to be able to do something. Weeks, okay, but... no. No, I get that. Thanks. That doesn't help a hell of a lot, but thanks. Yeah... right. I'm back tomorrow afternoon, at work Tuesday morning just like we said. Okay. Yeah, me too. You don't know how sorry... else? Why would something else be wrong? The wait is enough. Tell Abs I missed her and I'll bring her present in with me when I get back. Okay. Bye."

Slamming the phone closed, Tony made a move to throw it against the wall, stopping only when Warrick dropped down next to him and grabbed his wrist.

"Easy. It's okay..."

"No it's not."

"How long?"

"Six months. Damn it..."

Warrick dropped his head down onto Tony's shoulder.

"We're not goin' to the banquet tonight."

"Room service."

"An' if they're too busy with the convention we'll bring in take-out."

"I don't care if we eat Doritos and convenience store hotdogs as long as I don't have to spend tonight with anyone but you."

"Yeah. Just you an' me..."



Warrick and Tony spent the evening barely talking, simply reveling in each other's presence and making the most of the hours they had left. In the end, there had been no room service due to the banquet, so they had returned to the pizza place and taken dinner back to Tony's room. Once they'd eaten, they sat on the bed holding hands and sharing occasional details of their lives.

Tony heard about some of the other people he'd be working with, commenting that the overnight shift DNA tech Warrick described would likely get along very well with their own lab tech back in Virginia.

Warrick heard more about Tony's work and the agents he shared it with, but when he pressed for more about his love's early life, he was firmly, but sweetly, shut down.

Now, they lay fully dressed on top of the comforter, quietly holding each other and so determined not to look at the bedside clock that they had unplugged it and stowed it in the dresser with Tony's remaining underwear.

"Hey... you okay?" Warrick asked softly, kissing Tony on the neck.

"Stupid question."

"Yeah, I guess it was."

"This sucks. It just completely sucks..."

"If you want more contact... you know I'm up for it."

"That wasn't what I meant... but I really don't. If that's okay?"

"You don't have to ask. Whatever you need tonight is good with me."

"Then just keep holding me."

"You even wanna get down to our boxers?" Warrick chuckled.

"Not if it means you have to let go of me... even for a second. Don't let go..."

"I won't. I promise. Go to sleep, now, T. I'll be right here. Sleep, baby..."



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