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Pairing: Warrick/Jim
Rating: FRM
Category: Pre-slash
Pairing: Warrick/Jim
Rating: FRM
Category: Pre-slash
Suave Lang Syne
Jim sipped softly at his drink and stood suave behind a dryer. He wasn't sure why he had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. He was no good at parties anyhow. They always made him feel sexy and he ended up like he was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how radiant his dick got when he was nervous.
Well, truth be told, Jim knew very well why he was at the party: to see Warrick.
Ah, Warrick. Just the thought of him, the chance of a glimpse of his delicious ass made Jim's heart beat like a chicken with his head cut off.
But tonight everyone was masked. Jim peered huskily through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Warrick. There, he thought, the man over by the door, the tanned one with the bear mask. It had to be Warrick. No one else could look so muscled, even in a bear mask.
He began to walk Jim's way and Jim started to panic. What if he actually talked to Jim?
Warrick came right up to Jim and Jim thought that he was going to faint.
"Hello," Warrick said breathily. "What are you doing over here all alone?"
"Oh, just looking at the bathtub," Jim said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so intelligent.
Just then, a lean voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."
Jim's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Warrick might ...
"Happy New Year!"
Warrick swept Jim into his arms, bent him on a rampage, and kissed Jim sulkingly, slipping him the tongue and groping his chest.
Jim could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. He reached out disarming and pulled Warrick's mask off his face. It was Warrick! "I knew it was you," Jim said and took his own mask off.
"And it's ... you," Warrick said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."
Jim watched him go. He would be right back, Jim was sure. Just as soon as he had his punch.
And then they would fall in love.
Jim sipped softly at his drink and stood suave behind a dryer. He wasn't sure why he had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. He was no good at parties anyhow. They always made him feel sexy and he ended up like he was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how radiant his dick got when he was nervous.
Well, truth be told, Jim knew very well why he was at the party: to see Warrick.
Ah, Warrick. Just the thought of him, the chance of a glimpse of his delicious ass made Jim's heart beat like a chicken with his head cut off.
But tonight everyone was masked. Jim peered huskily through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Warrick. There, he thought, the man over by the door, the tanned one with the bear mask. It had to be Warrick. No one else could look so muscled, even in a bear mask.
He began to walk Jim's way and Jim started to panic. What if he actually talked to Jim?
Warrick came right up to Jim and Jim thought that he was going to faint.
"Hello," Warrick said breathily. "What are you doing over here all alone?"
"Oh, just looking at the bathtub," Jim said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so intelligent.
Just then, a lean voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."
Jim's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Warrick might ...
"Happy New Year!"
Warrick swept Jim into his arms, bent him on a rampage, and kissed Jim sulkingly, slipping him the tongue and groping his chest.
Jim could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. He reached out disarming and pulled Warrick's mask off his face. It was Warrick! "I knew it was you," Jim said and took his own mask off.
"And it's ... you," Warrick said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."
Jim watched him go. He would be right back, Jim was sure. Just as soon as he had his punch.
And then they would fall in love.
Title: Happy New Year
Author: Carina Scott
Pairing: Warrick/Jim
Rating: FRM
Category: Pre-slash, violence
Summary: Warrick learns that almost doesn’t count
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, please don't sue.
Notes: Now, after reading the above fic, a bunny bit me, which resulted in the following story. Some of the plot and dialogue is the same, but pretty much everything is different. Anyway, just thought I would post it, let me know what you guys think. Thanks
Jim sipped slowly at his drink and stood hidden in the darkest corner of the room. He wasn't sure why he had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. He was no good at parties anyhow. They always made him feel uneasy and he ended up like he was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed him. Sure at work he was sarcastic and sociable, but that was work, his comfort zone. He never felt quite as confident and outgoing outside the precinct, which was why he always tried to avoid situations like this.
Well, truth be told, he had other reasons for attending this party. That reason had green eyes, a killer smile, and a voice so sexy and deep it made his breathing just a little faster every time he heard it. Warrick Brown was enough of a reason to make him suffer through this party, knowing he would be there. Plus, Catherine had finally convinced him to come by saying that she would set him up on a blind date with Warrick at midnight. Maybe if he played his cards right he could get a New Year’s kiss.
Just the thought of Warrick, the chance of a glimpse of his gorgeous face made Jim’s heart beat like he had just run the Boston marathon.
But tonight everyone was masked. Jim peered through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Warrick. There, he thought, the man over by the door, the mocha-skinned one with the lion mask. It had to be Warrick. No one else could look so suave, even in a lion mask. And the fact that he was the only 6’2” person in the room, made identification so much easier.
Warrick began to walk Jim's way and Jim started to panic. Had he noticed that he had been watching?
Warrick came right up to Jim and Jim thought that he was going to faint.
"Hello," Warrick said huskily. "What are you doing over here all alone?"
"Oh, just watching……everyone dance," Jim said, adding the last part hurriedly, hoping he hadn’t been too obvious.
Just then, a loud voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."
Jim's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Warrick might ...
"Happy New Year!"
Warrick grabbed Jim, pressed him up against the wall, and kissed him passionately.
Jim could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. He reached out quickly and pulled Warrick's mask off his face. It was Warrick! "I knew it was you," Jim said and took his own mask off.
"And it's ... you," Warrick said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."
Jim watched Warrick walk away, hoping he would come back. After about fifteen minutes of waiting, Jim realized that Warrick wasn’t coming back. So bidding his goodbyes, he made a quick exit, and went home to a restless night’s sleep.
***
Just then, a loud voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."
Warrick’s heartbeat quickened, hearing the other man’s breath hitch, knowing the man expected to be kissed. It couldn’t hurt, and at least Catherine would think he had tried his best when he told her later that they didn’t click.
"Happy New Year!"
Warrick grabbed the man, pressed him up against the wall, and kissed him passionately.
Warrick was surprised at the sudden lustful urges he felt rising in his body, and shamed because they were in respone to his thoughts of Jim. He couldn’t help but think of Jim, the man in the mask seemed to share Jim’s same taste in cologne. Breaking the kiss, Warrick pulled away, hoping the man didn’t notice the bulge in his jeans.
***
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When Warrick heard that Jim had been shot, he didn’t know what to do. He felt as if his world had ended. Catherine refused to let him drive, so she drove him to the hospital, dropping him off in front of the emergency entrance.
***
'Where the hell is that damn beeping coming from?' Jim opened his eyes, trying to figure out where that noise was coming from. He could feel a dull pain in his chest. Looking around he recognized that he was in a hospital room, but he couldn't remember why. 'What happened?' jim thought as his eyes rested on a sleeping figure in the corner of his room.
Pairing: Warrick/Jim
Rating: FRM
Category: Pre-slash, violence
Summary: Warrick learns that almost doesn’t count
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, please don't sue.
Notes: Now, after reading the above fic, a bunny bit me, which resulted in the following story. Some of the plot and dialogue is the same, but pretty much everything is different. Anyway, just thought I would post it, let me know what you guys think. Thanks
Happy New Year
by Carina Scott
Jim sipped slowly at his drink and stood hidden in the darkest corner of the room. He wasn't sure why he had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. He was no good at parties anyhow. They always made him feel uneasy and he ended up like he was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed him. Sure at work he was sarcastic and sociable, but that was work, his comfort zone. He never felt quite as confident and outgoing outside the precinct, which was why he always tried to avoid situations like this.
Well, truth be told, he had other reasons for attending this party. That reason had green eyes, a killer smile, and a voice so sexy and deep it made his breathing just a little faster every time he heard it. Warrick Brown was enough of a reason to make him suffer through this party, knowing he would be there. Plus, Catherine had finally convinced him to come by saying that she would set him up on a blind date with Warrick at midnight. Maybe if he played his cards right he could get a New Year’s kiss.
Just the thought of Warrick, the chance of a glimpse of his gorgeous face made Jim’s heart beat like he had just run the Boston marathon.
But tonight everyone was masked. Jim peered through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Warrick. There, he thought, the man over by the door, the mocha-skinned one with the lion mask. It had to be Warrick. No one else could look so suave, even in a lion mask. And the fact that he was the only 6’2” person in the room, made identification so much easier.
Warrick began to walk Jim's way and Jim started to panic. Had he noticed that he had been watching?
Warrick came right up to Jim and Jim thought that he was going to faint.
"Hello," Warrick said huskily. "What are you doing over here all alone?"
"Oh, just watching……everyone dance," Jim said, adding the last part hurriedly, hoping he hadn’t been too obvious.
Just then, a loud voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."
Jim's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Warrick might ...
"Happy New Year!"
Warrick grabbed Jim, pressed him up against the wall, and kissed him passionately.
Jim could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. He reached out quickly and pulled Warrick's mask off his face. It was Warrick! "I knew it was you," Jim said and took his own mask off.
"And it's ... you," Warrick said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."
Jim watched Warrick walk away, hoping he would come back. After about fifteen minutes of waiting, Jim realized that Warrick wasn’t coming back. So bidding his goodbyes, he made a quick exit, and went home to a restless night’s sleep.
***
Warrick couldn’t believe it. He had kissed Jim Brass. More unbelieveable than that was the fact that Jim had kissed him back. ‘I knew it was you,’ Warrick thought, Jim’s words playing over in his mind. Jim had known it was him and still he had kissed him.
Warrick hadn’t realized that the person he was kissing was Jim, he had thought it was his blind date. Catherine had set him up on a blind date for New Years, saying he needed to get out more. Since his break-up with his last boyfriend, he had been cooped up in his house, only leaving to go to work and run errands. She had told him that his blind date would be wearing a bear mask, and he was supposed to reveal himself only after the stroke of midnight. Grudgingly he agreed, knowing that Catherine wouldn’t let up until she got her way. So he arrived at the party, looking around for anyone in a bear mask. Not seeing anyone, he smiled, thinking that the other guy had backed out. Minutes before the stroke of midnight, Warrick’s eyes fell upon someone hiding in a dark corner, wearing a bear mask. He slowly made his way closer, trying to not be obvious as to where he was going. As he got closer, he took in the man’s stature and build, thinking that he was built a lot like Jim Brass. At that thought, he sighed, knowing it was only his wishful thinking. Summoning up his courage, Warrick walked over to the man in the bear mask.
"Hello," Warrick said quietly. "What are you doing over here all alone?"
"Oh, just watching everyone dance,” the man replied. Warrick swore he recognized the voice, it had been the soundtrack to his fantasies. Shaking it off as his mind plain tricks on him, he thought about asking the man if he wanted to go for a beer, so they could talk privately.
"Oh, just watching everyone dance,” the man replied. Warrick swore he recognized the voice, it had been the soundtrack to his fantasies. Shaking it off as his mind plain tricks on him, he thought about asking the man if he wanted to go for a beer, so they could talk privately.
Just then, a loud voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."
Warrick’s heartbeat quickened, hearing the other man’s breath hitch, knowing the man expected to be kissed. It couldn’t hurt, and at least Catherine would think he had tried his best when he told her later that they didn’t click.
"Happy New Year!"
Warrick grabbed the man, pressed him up against the wall, and kissed him passionately.
Warrick was surprised at the sudden lustful urges he felt rising in his body, and shamed because they were in respone to his thoughts of Jim. He couldn’t help but think of Jim, the man in the mask seemed to share Jim’s same taste in cologne. Breaking the kiss, Warrick pulled away, hoping the man didn’t notice the bulge in his jeans.
Suddenly the man reached out, and before he knew it was happening, the man removed his mask.
“I knew it was you,” the man said as he removed his mask. Shock was not good enough to describe what Warrick felt.
"And it's ... you," Warrick said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."
Walking over to the punch bowl, Warrick couldn’t stop shaking his head. Jim Brass! He had kissed Jim Brass! Needing to go somewhere to think, Warrick quickly said goodbye to Catherine. He could tell she wanted to ask him why he was leaving so soon, but he couldn’t talk to anyone. His mind was running a mile a minute, and he needed to catch up.
Pulling up to his condo, Warrick didn’t realize how he had gotten there. His mind had been so focused on the kiss, that he hadn’t been paying much attention. Getting out of his car, Warrick walked up to the front door, unlocked it, and let himself in. Not bothering to shower, Warrick stripped down to his boxers, climbed into bed, and fell into a fitful sleep.
***
What the hell had he been thinking? He should have never kissed Warrick; it was such a huge mistake. How was he ever going to look at the man again?
Getting out of bed, Jim made his way to the bathroom to take a shower. Standing under the water, Jim tried to forget the way it felt to have Warrick’s lips pressed against his own, their tongues dueling for dominance. As he jerked his aching cock to completion, Jim sighed, knowing that the memory of their kiss would be all he ever had of Warrick Brown.
In the hours leading to the start of his shift, Jim tried not to think of Warrick. Hi efforts weren’t much of a success, but his house was cleaner for it. Looking around his house, Jim went to take another shower, before getting dressed for work.
As he was leaving to go to work, Jim hoped that today was Warrick’s day off. He wasn’t sure he could face the young man after the debacle from New Year’s.
***
One thing was for sure, Warrick was happy that he hadn’t had to work on a case with Jim so far this shift. Not only that, he had been basically dragged out the door by Catherine at the beginning of his shift. Apparently a DB at the Montecito was bad publicity and their presence was needed immediately. Normally he would complain about the fact that the media was more interested in the fact that a person was found dead at a casino, rather than the fact that a person had died. Normally he would, but tonight he was glad just to get out of the lab, especially once he realized Brass was working another case.
As much as he wanted Brass, he wasn’t sure how to approach him. He hadn’t exactly left things in good standing with his disappearing act after their kiss. And after Catherine ripped him a new one over leaving Jim by himself at the party, he wasn’t so sure Jim was up for another encounter anyway. So he had decided it was best to try to avoid him, as much as he could, until he figured it out.
***
Warrick had been avoiding Jim for weeks, only speaking to him if it pertained to a case, and then disappearing as soon as he was no longer needed. While he could understand Warrick’s reaction, considering what had happened between them, Jim was disheartened. He had hoped he and Warrick could maintain their friendship, but now it seemed they could barely maintain their professional relationship.
As much as he wanted Warrick, he refused to pressure the young man. He would let Warrick make up his mind about where he wanted to things to go, if he wanted it to go anywhere, and they take it from there. After all, he had wanted Warrick for a long time, waiting a little longer couldn’t kill him.
Then he was shot.
***
When Warrick heard that Jim had been shot, he didn’t know what to do. He felt as if his world had ended. Catherine refused to let him drive, so she drove him to the hospital, dropping him off in front of the emergency entrance.
Rushing through the doors, Warrick stopped at the nurses’ station. “Where is he?” Seeing the look of confusion on the young woman’s face, he corrected, “Where did they take Jim Brass? He was shot in the line of duty, where is he?”
“Calm down sir, he’s in surgery right now. That’s all I can tell you at this time.” She knew she wasn’t supposed to release even that much information, but seeing the state of panic Warrick was in, she figured it better to tell him that much than explain why she couldn’t.
Placing a hand on Warrick’s shoulder, Catherine said, “Warrick, come on, you need to sit down before you fall. I’ll wait with you, okay?”
Sighing, Warrick acquiesced. Sitting down in a nearby chair, all Warrick could think of was Jim. ‘What if he dies?’ Shaking that thought out of his mind, Warrick prayed that Jim would be okay.
They sat waiting for what seemed like forever, before a doctor came out.
“Brass family?”
Immediately, Warrick responded, “Over here.”
“You’re the Brass family?”
“Yes, we work with Jim.”
“I see. I’m sorry but I need to speak with a member of his family about his medical condition.”
Seeing that Warrick was about to get very upset, Gil, who had joined them soon after they arrived at the hospital, stepped forward. “We are his family, even if not by blood. But that doesn’t matter, because I have medical Power of Attorney over Jim,” Gil said, handing over copies of the power of attorney. “How is he?”
“Would you like to speak privately?”
“Whatever you have to say, you can say it in front of everyone, saves me from repeating it.”
“Okay. Well, Mr. Brass has lost a lot of blood. We have him stabilized right now. We removed the bullet in the surgery; it was lodged in his chest cavity, close to his heart. Luckily, it missed, causing minimal damage. Right now, we have him sedated to give his body time to heal. We will lower the dosage later, to give him time to come around. Is their any questions I can answer for you?”
“Yes, can we see him?”
“Yes, one at a time, but only for about five minutes. Mr. Brass needs his rest, you all can come back tomorrow during visiting hours.
***
'Where the hell is that damn beeping coming from?' Jim opened his eyes, trying to figure out where that noise was coming from. He could feel a dull pain in his chest. Looking around he recognized that he was in a hospital room, but he couldn't remember why. 'What happened?' jim thought as his eyes rested on a sleeping figure in the corner of his room.
Warrick was slumped in his chair, eyes closed, arms wrapped around him. ‘Why is Warrick here?’ As he watched Warrick sleep, he noticed the frown on the man’s face, his furrowed brow, and the way he kept jerking in his sleep. Suddenly Warrick leapt up, crying out, “Jim!”
Looking around for a moment, Warrick realized that he was still in Jim’s hospital room. Turning, he found Jim staring at him, confusion clearly written all over his face.
Moving to his bedside, Warrick gently grabbed Jim’s hand, searching his face for hints of discomfort. “Are you okay?”
Jim answered, throat dry from the need of water, “Yes? How about you?”
Leaning over, Warrick poured Jim a cup of water. Holding it while Jim sipped from the straw, Warrick answered. “I’m fine. But you shouldn’t be worried about me; you’re the one that was shot.”
“Shot?” Suddenly flashes of the shooting came back to him.
//He was in a grocery store, doing some midnight shopping, when he heard a gunshot. Stooping, he parked his shopping cart and pulled out his gun. Easing towards the voices, he rounded the corner, and pointed his gun at the perp. "Freeze, LVPD, nobody moves!" The perp with the gun stopped and looked at him, surprised at his presence. Suddenly the perp got a sick gleam in his eye, "You're a dead man, cop." The man was looking through him, staring at something behind Jim. Jim turned to see what was behind him, as soon as he had turned his body around, he heard the sickening sound of a gun being fired. then he felt the pain and burn as the bullet sliced through his flesh, bringing him to his knees. He just had enough strength to fire one shot, a kill shot right through the gunman's chest, before he collapsed. He could hear the faint sounds of shoes and voices yelling, "Freeze, LVPD, don't move. We've got you surrounded," before everything faded into darkness.//
//He was in a grocery store, doing some midnight shopping, when he heard a gunshot. Stooping, he parked his shopping cart and pulled out his gun. Easing towards the voices, he rounded the corner, and pointed his gun at the perp. "Freeze, LVPD, nobody moves!" The perp with the gun stopped and looked at him, surprised at his presence. Suddenly the perp got a sick gleam in his eye, "You're a dead man, cop." The man was looking through him, staring at something behind Jim. Jim turned to see what was behind him, as soon as he had turned his body around, he heard the sickening sound of a gun being fired. then he felt the pain and burn as the bullet sliced through his flesh, bringing him to his knees. He just had enough strength to fire one shot, a kill shot right through the gunman's chest, before he collapsed. He could hear the faint sounds of shoes and voices yelling, "Freeze, LVPD, don't move. We've got you surrounded," before everything faded into darkness.//
“Yes, shot. Don’t you remember?”
“It’s coming back to me. So what are you doing here?”
“He’s been here since it happened. The nurses finally gave up trying to make him leave, figuring it would be less of a hassle. So, how are you feeling?” Catherine asked as she entered the room.
“Fine now that you’re here. Always nice to see a beautiful face.” Jim replied, leaning up to give Catherine a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Hey! I’m still here you know.” Warrick said.
“What, are you jealous?” Catherine asked Warrick, teasingly.
“Maybe, what’s it to you?”
“On that note, I’ll leave. I just came to see how you were doing. See you later Jim, behave yourself. Warrick, take care of him, make sure he doesn’t give the nurses a hard time.”
After Catherine closed the door behind her, Warrick turned back to Jim, to find himself the object of Jim’s intense gaze.
“What? Do I have something on my face?”
“No, it’s just……are you?”
“Am I what?” Warrick asked, confused.
Blushing, Jim replied, “Are you jealous?”
Pulling a chair beside Jim’s bed, Warrick sat down, “A little. Does it bother you?”
“Not at all. I just don’t understand it. I mean after the New Year’s party, I thought-“
Grabbing Jim’s hand, Warrick interrupted, “You thought I wasn’t interested. Truth is Jim; I have never been more interested. I just got scared when I realized it was you behind the mask. Then, like a coward I left, even though I knew you were probably expecting me to come back.”
“Why didn’t you say anything in all the times we’ve seen each other since then?”
“I didn’t know how to bring it up. It seemed a little too late to talk about it. Then I heard you were shot and I freaked. I was afraid that I would never get a chance to tell you how I feel and….and I’ll shut up now,” Warrick said, embarrassed that he had revealed his true feelings to Jim.
“Good, now I can tell you how I feel. Warrick, I have wanted you for a long time. I know we didn’t start off too well, but slowly we became friends. As our friendship grew, I began to feel more for you. And after that kiss, I couldn’t think about anything else. When you disappeared on me, I decided that I wouldn’t pressure you into anything you didn’t want.”
“I don’t know what to do Jim. The feelings I have for you scare the shit out of me. I mean, Catherine’s right, I was a madman after you were shot. I was so terrified that you would die on me. I couldn’t survive that. I didn’t realize how much you mattered until it was almost too late.”
Pulling Warrick closer to him, Jim whispered against his lips, “Almost doesn’t count Warrick. It’s not too late, so shut up and kiss me.” Then he pulled Warrick in for a deep kiss, a kiss full of promise, love, and passion. Breaking apart, Warrick and Jim looked at each other for a moment, before Warrick got up.
“Jim, you need your rest so you can get better.”
Seeing Warrick walking towards the door, Jim asked, “Warrick, where are you going?”
Turning back to face Jim, Warrick said, “Who said I was going anywhere?” Reaching into the closet next to the hospital room door, Warrick grabbed a blanket. Making his way back to Jim’s bedside, Warrick sat down in the chair, draping the blanket over him. Leaning over, he placed a light kiss on Jim’s lips, and then grabbed his hand intertwining their fingers, “as much as I love you, if I’m going to be here, I might as well be comfortable. Besides, you know they keep hospitals way too cold.”
Chuckling, Jim relaxed back into the bed, eyes drooping. Jim whispered, “I love you too, Warrick,” before drifting off to sleep.
Watching Jim sleep, Warrick looked down at their joined hands, squeezing just a little to be sure Jim was really there. Sending up a silent thank you to God, Warrick soon followed Jim into a peaceful sleep.
THE END
