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Due North
by
Bluespirit
Fandom: crossover - CSI:
Miami/The Triangle
Pairing: Mike Sheridan (played by Joe Flanigan)/Gus Gruber (played by
David Hewlett)
Rating: G
Summary: Mike & Gus go to Chicago.
Genre: Crossover, vignettes, Fates universe
Spoilers: none
Word count: ~ 430
Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. I make no claims
to the characters. This fic is meant solely for entertainment purposes
and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes:
1. Another little snippet with Mike & Gus. Sorry, this won't
make much sense if you haven't read the first
story in the 'Fates
universe'.
2. Sorry again - this still isn't the high school reunion story. But I
am working on it! Honest. *g*
3. Thanks again to my wonderful beta Lantean_drift
who called this 'a perfect
little smile-fic for a winter's day'. Bless you, my Angel & I
apologise again for the lack of Mike-in-cut-offs. *g*
Mike turned up the collar
of his coat as another biting gust of wind sent snow flurries swirling
every which way. He glanced at the skyline but couldn't even see halfway
up the Sears Tower anymore, a grey-white blanket of cloud obscuring the
view. All around freshly falling snow was quickly covering the shovelled
sidewalks and he could feel the temperature dropping as twilight crept
closer.
"Tell me again. Why are we here?" Gus asked plaintively,
shoulder pressed close to Mike's side as they made their way through the
crowds of office employees and late shoppers, all hurrying to get home.
"Why did we leave our beautiful island paradise with sand and sea
and, oh god, sun, to come to Chicago? In February? In a blizzard?"
Gus was buried in a huge woollen muffler and sounded so
little-boy-pitiful that Mike couldn't help but grin, and… yep, there
were the big blue eyes, right on schedule. Thank god he hadn't brought
out the big guns yet, Mike wasn't sure he could stand the eyes and
the pout. If Gus ever found out just how whipped Mike really was, he'd
never live it down. Then again, Gus probably already knew, there wasn't
much that Mike wouldn't do for him - including coming all the way to
Chicago in the middle of one of the worst winters in living memory.
"We're here," Mike said, trying for serious but knowing that
he was failing miserably in the face of those eyes, "because your
best friend in the world just made partner at a fancy-schmancy law firm
and wants to celebrate."
Mike felt Gus pause and stop, turning to him with a soft smile.
"Tommy's not my best friend," Gus said, leaning closer. There
were snowflakes in his hair and dusting his lashes, tiny lattices of
white melting away as they touched soft, warm skin.
"No?" Mike asked, returning the smile.
"No," Gus shook his head, his meaning plain.
Mike wrapped an arm around Gus's shoulders. "Yeah, me too,
buddy." As Gus's smile widened, Mike pulled him forward, close
enough to whisper in one cold, red-tipped ear. "You know another
good thing about being here?"
Gus frowned and then grinned. "It's not the weather…."
"I dunno," Mike winked, matching the grin. "Means I get
to do something I can never do at home."
Gus gave him a look of fond confusion. "What? Freeze to death on
the way to the restaurant?"
"Nah," Mike laughed. "This…." And softly kissed
the snow away from those temptingly long lashes.
End
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