![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
flipflopadd1ct.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
nickngregOkay, so none of these were written recently. I had five Nick/Greg one-shots over at fanfiction.net that I'm posting here for everyone to see, in case some haven't read them. They range from humor to (gasp!) angst to pure fluff. None of them are rated higher than PG-13. You might be able to call these drabbles? Eh. I dunno. Two happen to be songfics. But enjoy :)
Totally x-posted.
Summary: Short ficlet describing what might have happened after Viva Las Vegas. Inspired by ‘Push’ by Sarah McLachlan (lyrics belong to her and all that jazz). Nick/Greg, slight angst but ends fluffy.
Push
“I fucked up, Nick.”
Greg paced back and forth, his concerned boyfriend sitting on the bed, watching him. “It was an honest mistake-”
“Did you do what I did on your first test?” Greg shot back, fire in his eyes.
Nick didn’t know the right way to respond to that. “Well…no, but…Grissom’s understanding. He’ll give you another chance.”
“This was supposed to be my chance!” Greg stopped his pacing and turned to look at Nick. “This just means more days in the lab, more days running test after boring test…” He returned to walking back and forth, periodically punching his fist into his palm.
“Greg-” Nick started.
The blonde ignored him. “Now with Chandra gone I’ve got no chance to get out in the field. I’ll just be stuck in that damn lab-”
“Greg!” Nick said more forcefully. He rose from the bed and approached his lover. His voice dropped low as he spoke. “Everything’s going to work out. You’re going to pass your proficiency and you’re going to be a full-time CSI.” With those last words, he pulled Greg into a loving embrace.
As Nick held him tight, Greg smiled for the first time that day.
Every time I look at you the world just melts away
All my troubles all my fears dissolve in your affections
You’ve seen me at my weakest but you take me as I am.
And when I fall you offer me a softer place to land
You stay the course you hold the line you keep it all together
You’re the one true thing I know I can believe in
You’re all the things that I desire you save me you complete me
You’re the one true thing I know I can believe in
I get mad so easy but you give me room to breathe
No matter what I say or do ‘cause you’re too good to fight about it
Even when I have to push just to see how far you’ll go
You won’t stoop down to battle but you never turn to go
You stay the course you hold the line you keep it all together
You’re the one true thing I know I can believe in
You’re all the things that I desire you save me you complete me
You’re the one true thing I know I can believe in
There are times I can’t decide when I can’t tell up from down
You make me feel less crazy when otherwise I’d drown
But you pick me up and brush me off and tell me I’m OK
Sometimes that’s just what we need to get us through the day
You stay the course you hold the line you keep it all together
You’re the one true thing I know I can believe in
You’re all the things that I desire you save me you complete me
You’re the one true thing I know I can believe in
"Push"
Sarah McLachlan
A/N: I was listening to Sarah McLachlan’s CD “Afterglow” on the way to my grandparents’ house. The lyrics just sounded so Nick/Greg that the fic wrote itself!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Summary: One-shot Nick/Greg. Nick finds something unexpected in Greg’s apartment :D Fluffy humor! (This is one of my personal favorites out of the fics that I've written, teehee!)
Closet Fan
“And this is it!” said an excited Greg as he pushed his apartment door open. Nick stepped inside, a little apprehensive as to what he might find (it was Greg, after all).
Surprisingly, it was a pretty normal place, although bigger than the average apartment. The main room was stocked with IKEA furniture and a short hallway led off from the right. A separate kitchen was located at the back, along with a beautiful view of night-time Vegas. “You like?” Greg asked as the shut the door behind them.
Nick smiled. “It’s great, Greggo.” He couldn’t resist a tease. “I don’t get how you manage to keep it so clean though…”
His boyfriend playfully punched him in the arm. “Make yourself at home, I’ll get a couple of beers,” and he walked to the kitchen.
The Texan looked around the living room again, his natural curiosity taking over. Greg’s infamous fish tank, holding fish of all sizes and colors, stood next to a big screen TV. ‘Wow, DNA techs really do get paid a lot...’ he thought.
Nick suddenly became aware of a metal shelf that ran the length of two walls. CD after CD filled the space. He moved closer, but saw exactly what he expected: metal and punk. Greg had a lot of Manson…Nick shuddered at the thought - that was definitely not his type of music. Suddenly Greg was behind him, holding out an ice cold beer. “Hey, are you in the mood for pizza?”
“Sure,” Nick smiled and took the bottle. Pulling a CD off the shelf, he asked, “But who’s Nightwish?”
Greg took the CD and put it in the CD player. “They’re a Finnish metal band,” he said as the song ‘Wish I Had An Angel’ filled the room. “Awesome band, really. I bet even you’d like them.” He playfully stuck out his tongue. “I’ve got a pizza to order!”
Nick watched Greg leave for the kitchen again and grinned. Silently, he agreed – this Nightwish was a good band. He went back to thumbing through the CDs, finding Evanescence and several albums by The Who. Then he found himself looking at one he didn’t expect to find.
He waited for Greg to get off the phone before asking about it. When Greg came back, Nick waved Britney Spears’ Greatest Hits in front of Greg’s face. “What’s this doing here?”
Greg saw the CD and blushed before snatching it out of Nick’s hands. “It’s my prerogative,” he shrugged and put it back on the shelf. Nick chuckled.
Next to that CD were several more Britney albums, among other pop. Nick passed by Christina Aguilera and Kelly Clarkson before arriving at Greg’s rap section. “You never cease to amaze me, Greg!” he laughed over his shoulder. Soon Nick found himself at the end of the shelf, before he realized several CDs were hidden behind a large potted plant. He reached for the mystery albums…
“Don’t look at those!” Greg had jumped up from his spot on the couch and was now standing between his boyfriend and the unknown discs. “Wanna look at my DVDs instead?” he said, trying to push Nick away.
“Uh-uh. Let me see ‘em, G,” Nick said with an arched eyebrow.
“How about another beer?”
A very amused Nick decided he needed to take action…tickling Greg’s sides, he was able to push him out of the way. “You really don’t want to see those!” Greg said when he had recovered. But it was too late…
Nick found himself looking at the last thing he expected to find anywhere in Greg’s apartment – country music. Kenny Chesney, Toby Keith, Tim McGraw…Greg even had albums Nick was missing. Nick turned to Greg, stunned.
“Uh…they’re not mine?” But Greg’s sheepish grin gave him away.
Nick pulled Greg to his feet. “Bedroom. Now.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Summary: Nick discovers Greg's hidden passion. One-shot, pure fluff. Inspired by the poetry unit we were doing in English class, heh.
Love Is Poetic
Nick’s black truck pulled into the spot, parking next to Greg’s gold Civic. Seeing the car next to him, a question that he had been thinking about a lot lately entered his mind again. What were he and Greg? Sure, the sex was incredible and Greg had moved in only a few weeks after their first night, but he couldn’t put a name on their relationship. Nick thought he loved Greg. The new CSI had never said those words, and Nick was never able to work up the courage to tell him exactly how he felt. He sighed and stepped out of his truck.
He softly knocked on his (or was it their?) apartment door. “Greg?” he said softly. When no one answered, the Texan dug his keys out of his pocket and turned the lock. “Greg?” he repeated, louder this time.
The apartment stayed quiet but then Nick saw him, lying on the couch. Greg was still in his pajamas, his hair mussed, but Nick couldn’t help but think how cute he looked. He ran his fingers through his lover’s soft hair but he didn’t wake. Suddenly Nick noticed a book that he had never seen before on the carpet.
Nick picked up the navy binder and opened it. To his surprise, he found himself looking at a poem written in Greg’s handwriting, accompanied by a rough sketch of the DNA lab.
My world here is far too small
If only I could be a fly on the wall
Day after day in this cage I sit
Where they all think I am fit
My dreams lie outside this glass
Into their world I wish I could pass...
There was more to the poem, and Nick read it all. Nick looked at the date at the bottom. May 7, 2002...two years before Greg became a CSI. Nick gasped; through all the years of knowing Greg he had no clue that Greg hated his lab life so much.
Nick flipped through the book. It was page after page of beautiful drawings and poems describing everything from a sunny day to the joys of sex. He found angst and humor. The poetry book gave Nick a deeper look into Greg’s thoughts. Finally, he found the last page with a few lines of writing. Nick’s mouth fell open as he read.
He’s my fire in the night of winter
He’s a cool breeze on a hot Vegas day
He’s always there when I need a friend
He’s my light when I think I’ve lost my way
I wish I could know what lies behind his eyes
Does he feel the same way I do?
I need to tell him, need to get it out
I know that what’s in my heart is true
The binder slipped from Nick’s hands. He was hit by a sudden urge to cry for joy but he forced the tears back. Sitting down on the edge of the couch, he slid an arm around sleeping Greg’s waist. “I love you, Greg,” he whispered.
The younger man slowly woke. His eyes met Nick’s and he smiled. “I love you, Nick.” They stayed like that on the couch, just holding each other.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Summary: Greg realizes that the real Nick isn’t really there. One-shot songfic. Inspired by one of my favorite Britney Spears songs, "Shadow." Please don’t kill me for that! I love Britney :p (Lyrics at the end belong to her.)
It’s Only Your Shadow
They fucked, he left. That’s just the way it had been recently.
Greg couldn’t take it anymore. He thought he had felt passion when they began, back a few months ago. Every single movement Nick made had filled Greg with pleasure that he had never felt before. But that passion, that excitement, that fire was gone...if it had ever been there in the first place.
Greg didn’t he think that he should get so worked up over it. Their relationship had always been pure lust, starting with the subtle flirting in the lab and finally culminating in a mind-blowing night of sex. And then another. The two soon found they couldn’t get enough of each other – making love became an every-day thing. Wait. What we do can’t be called “making love,” Greg thought bitterly.
The two men were lying on Greg’s bed. Greg was still, trying to catch his breath. The darker-haired man had pulled out as soon as both had come. Greg had sighed, wanting to keep feeling Nick inside of him. He rolled over and let a hand trail down Nick’s arm. His skin was warm, soft. “Nick...” he started, rolling over to look into his eyes.
“Greg, I gotta go,” Nick interrupted before Greg could finish.
“No, stay, please,” Greg began, but Nick was already up, sliding his boxers on and pulling up his jeans. He grabbed his shirt on the way out the door. Greg could only sit and watch him walk away. “Nick!” he called, but his only reply was his front door slamming shut.
Greg sat in his bed, suddenly feeling very naked and exposed. But most of all, hurt. He became aware of how dark the room was. The way Nick had left couldn’t have made him feel any worse. He finally managed to drag himself into the shower, hoping the heated water would improve his mood.
It had been two days since the last time they had fucked. Greg was totally distracted, consumed by what he had come to realize about Nick. Everything he saw in the lab made him think of the old days. Everytime they passed in the hallway Greg saw no emotion in Nick’s dark eyes.
Greg was poring over a case file at his kitchen table, trying to find anything that could take his mind off Nick. A sudden knock at the door and he opened it, finding the last person he wanted to see right now.
“Hey, Greggo,” Nick smiled, wearing that grin that he’d seen so many times before: Wanna fuck?
Greg looked into Nick’s eyes, wanting to find real emotion behind them but knowing he would not. He shook his head and sighed. “Go home, Nick,” and he shut the door.
Nick didn’t knock again. Greg leaned against the wood, trying not to cry. The sun had already dipped below the horizon, stretching and distorting the shadows in the room.
Your body’s warm but you are not
You give a little not a lot
You coup your love until we kiss
You’re all I want but not like this
I’m watching you disappear
But you, you were never here
It’s only your shadow
Never yourself
It’s only your shadow
Nobody else
It’s only your shadow
Filling the room
Arriving too late
And leaving too soon
And leaving too soon
Your body gives but then holds back
The sun is bright, the sky is black
Can only be another sign
I cannot keep what isn’t mine
Your laughter it lingers on
But you, you were almost gone
It’s only your shadow
Never yourself
It’s only your shadow
Nobody else
It’s only your shadow
Filling the room
Arriving too late
And leaving too soon
And leaving too soon
How can I tell if you mean what you say
You say it so loud but you sound far away
Maybe I had just a glimpse of your soul
Or was that your shadow I saw on the wall
I’m watching you disappear
But you, you were never here
It’s only your shadow
Never yourself
It’s only your shadow
Nobody else
It’s only your shadow
Filling the room
Arriving too late
No, no, no
It’s only your shadow
Never yourself
It’s only your shadow
Nobody else
It’s only your shadow
Filling the room
Arriving too late
And leaving too soon
And leaving too soon
It’s only your shadow
"Shadow"
Britney Spears
A/N: I think this is important. Mainly because...I never write angst. I hate it. I like my hotties to be happy, with a perfect sex life. But I heard this song, loved it and the lyrics, and my mind immediately went to Nick and Greg.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Summary: Just a phone call between our two favorite CSIs. It’s a response to a challenge! The first one I’ve ever written. So I’m proud of myself. The challenge was to write a fic beginning with the line you see below!
Anniversary of What?
“Our anniversary? Anniversary of what?”
Sometimes Nick hated how innocent Greg could sound, even over the phone. “Come on, Greggo, don’t tell me you forgot.”
“...Forgot what?”
“Greg!”
“Nick.”
A sigh on the other line.
“When are you coming home?” Greg started, changing the subject. “There’s nothing to do here. I’m bored. And horny.”
“Soon, I’m on shift-what?!”
“Are you sure you wanna leave me here by myself? I might have all the fun alone. My hand and I get along very well together-”
“Greg,” Nick groaned. “I can’t have this now. I’m still working this case.”
“Oh, but it feels so good Nick, if only you could see...”
Nick took a quick glance around the lab, then dropped his voice to a whisper. “Don’t you dare start without me. You know I want your cock all to myself.”
“I like the sound of that. But the more you say just encourages me to touch myself more.”
Nick tried to ignore what his boyfriend was saying but he was already half-hard. “Look, Greg, I gotta go. Leave me something to come home to.”
“’Kay. By the way...of course I remember that it’s been a year since we first had sex. That was one hot night, Nick. You felt so good moving inside of me-”
He was answered with a dialtone.
A/N: I’ll leave it up to your imaginations as to what happens next!
Last but not least, if you want to do a fanfiction.net review, you can access these 5, "She Saw It," and "Weak," a one-shot Danny/Martin from Without a Trace, right here!
Totally x-posted.
Summary: Short ficlet describing what might have happened after Viva Las Vegas. Inspired by ‘Push’ by Sarah McLachlan (lyrics belong to her and all that jazz). Nick/Greg, slight angst but ends fluffy.
Push
“I fucked up, Nick.”
Greg paced back and forth, his concerned boyfriend sitting on the bed, watching him. “It was an honest mistake-”
“Did you do what I did on your first test?” Greg shot back, fire in his eyes.
Nick didn’t know the right way to respond to that. “Well…no, but…Grissom’s understanding. He’ll give you another chance.”
“This was supposed to be my chance!” Greg stopped his pacing and turned to look at Nick. “This just means more days in the lab, more days running test after boring test…” He returned to walking back and forth, periodically punching his fist into his palm.
“Greg-” Nick started.
The blonde ignored him. “Now with Chandra gone I’ve got no chance to get out in the field. I’ll just be stuck in that damn lab-”
“Greg!” Nick said more forcefully. He rose from the bed and approached his lover. His voice dropped low as he spoke. “Everything’s going to work out. You’re going to pass your proficiency and you’re going to be a full-time CSI.” With those last words, he pulled Greg into a loving embrace.
As Nick held him tight, Greg smiled for the first time that day.
Every time I look at you the world just melts away
All my troubles all my fears dissolve in your affections
You’ve seen me at my weakest but you take me as I am.
And when I fall you offer me a softer place to land
You stay the course you hold the line you keep it all together
You’re the one true thing I know I can believe in
You’re all the things that I desire you save me you complete me
You’re the one true thing I know I can believe in
I get mad so easy but you give me room to breathe
No matter what I say or do ‘cause you’re too good to fight about it
Even when I have to push just to see how far you’ll go
You won’t stoop down to battle but you never turn to go
You stay the course you hold the line you keep it all together
You’re the one true thing I know I can believe in
You’re all the things that I desire you save me you complete me
You’re the one true thing I know I can believe in
There are times I can’t decide when I can’t tell up from down
You make me feel less crazy when otherwise I’d drown
But you pick me up and brush me off and tell me I’m OK
Sometimes that’s just what we need to get us through the day
You stay the course you hold the line you keep it all together
You’re the one true thing I know I can believe in
You’re all the things that I desire you save me you complete me
You’re the one true thing I know I can believe in
"Push"
Sarah McLachlan
A/N: I was listening to Sarah McLachlan’s CD “Afterglow” on the way to my grandparents’ house. The lyrics just sounded so Nick/Greg that the fic wrote itself!
Summary: One-shot Nick/Greg. Nick finds something unexpected in Greg’s apartment :D Fluffy humor! (This is one of my personal favorites out of the fics that I've written, teehee!)
Closet Fan
“And this is it!” said an excited Greg as he pushed his apartment door open. Nick stepped inside, a little apprehensive as to what he might find (it was Greg, after all).
Surprisingly, it was a pretty normal place, although bigger than the average apartment. The main room was stocked with IKEA furniture and a short hallway led off from the right. A separate kitchen was located at the back, along with a beautiful view of night-time Vegas. “You like?” Greg asked as the shut the door behind them.
Nick smiled. “It’s great, Greggo.” He couldn’t resist a tease. “I don’t get how you manage to keep it so clean though…”
His boyfriend playfully punched him in the arm. “Make yourself at home, I’ll get a couple of beers,” and he walked to the kitchen.
The Texan looked around the living room again, his natural curiosity taking over. Greg’s infamous fish tank, holding fish of all sizes and colors, stood next to a big screen TV. ‘Wow, DNA techs really do get paid a lot...’ he thought.
Nick suddenly became aware of a metal shelf that ran the length of two walls. CD after CD filled the space. He moved closer, but saw exactly what he expected: metal and punk. Greg had a lot of Manson…Nick shuddered at the thought - that was definitely not his type of music. Suddenly Greg was behind him, holding out an ice cold beer. “Hey, are you in the mood for pizza?”
“Sure,” Nick smiled and took the bottle. Pulling a CD off the shelf, he asked, “But who’s Nightwish?”
Greg took the CD and put it in the CD player. “They’re a Finnish metal band,” he said as the song ‘Wish I Had An Angel’ filled the room. “Awesome band, really. I bet even you’d like them.” He playfully stuck out his tongue. “I’ve got a pizza to order!”
Nick watched Greg leave for the kitchen again and grinned. Silently, he agreed – this Nightwish was a good band. He went back to thumbing through the CDs, finding Evanescence and several albums by The Who. Then he found himself looking at one he didn’t expect to find.
He waited for Greg to get off the phone before asking about it. When Greg came back, Nick waved Britney Spears’ Greatest Hits in front of Greg’s face. “What’s this doing here?”
Greg saw the CD and blushed before snatching it out of Nick’s hands. “It’s my prerogative,” he shrugged and put it back on the shelf. Nick chuckled.
Next to that CD were several more Britney albums, among other pop. Nick passed by Christina Aguilera and Kelly Clarkson before arriving at Greg’s rap section. “You never cease to amaze me, Greg!” he laughed over his shoulder. Soon Nick found himself at the end of the shelf, before he realized several CDs were hidden behind a large potted plant. He reached for the mystery albums…
“Don’t look at those!” Greg had jumped up from his spot on the couch and was now standing between his boyfriend and the unknown discs. “Wanna look at my DVDs instead?” he said, trying to push Nick away.
“Uh-uh. Let me see ‘em, G,” Nick said with an arched eyebrow.
“How about another beer?”
A very amused Nick decided he needed to take action…tickling Greg’s sides, he was able to push him out of the way. “You really don’t want to see those!” Greg said when he had recovered. But it was too late…
Nick found himself looking at the last thing he expected to find anywhere in Greg’s apartment – country music. Kenny Chesney, Toby Keith, Tim McGraw…Greg even had albums Nick was missing. Nick turned to Greg, stunned.
“Uh…they’re not mine?” But Greg’s sheepish grin gave him away.
Nick pulled Greg to his feet. “Bedroom. Now.”
Summary: Nick discovers Greg's hidden passion. One-shot, pure fluff. Inspired by the poetry unit we were doing in English class, heh.
Love Is Poetic
Nick’s black truck pulled into the spot, parking next to Greg’s gold Civic. Seeing the car next to him, a question that he had been thinking about a lot lately entered his mind again. What were he and Greg? Sure, the sex was incredible and Greg had moved in only a few weeks after their first night, but he couldn’t put a name on their relationship. Nick thought he loved Greg. The new CSI had never said those words, and Nick was never able to work up the courage to tell him exactly how he felt. He sighed and stepped out of his truck.
He softly knocked on his (or was it their?) apartment door. “Greg?” he said softly. When no one answered, the Texan dug his keys out of his pocket and turned the lock. “Greg?” he repeated, louder this time.
The apartment stayed quiet but then Nick saw him, lying on the couch. Greg was still in his pajamas, his hair mussed, but Nick couldn’t help but think how cute he looked. He ran his fingers through his lover’s soft hair but he didn’t wake. Suddenly Nick noticed a book that he had never seen before on the carpet.
Nick picked up the navy binder and opened it. To his surprise, he found himself looking at a poem written in Greg’s handwriting, accompanied by a rough sketch of the DNA lab.
My world here is far too small
If only I could be a fly on the wall
Day after day in this cage I sit
Where they all think I am fit
My dreams lie outside this glass
Into their world I wish I could pass...
There was more to the poem, and Nick read it all. Nick looked at the date at the bottom. May 7, 2002...two years before Greg became a CSI. Nick gasped; through all the years of knowing Greg he had no clue that Greg hated his lab life so much.
Nick flipped through the book. It was page after page of beautiful drawings and poems describing everything from a sunny day to the joys of sex. He found angst and humor. The poetry book gave Nick a deeper look into Greg’s thoughts. Finally, he found the last page with a few lines of writing. Nick’s mouth fell open as he read.
He’s my fire in the night of winter
He’s a cool breeze on a hot Vegas day
He’s always there when I need a friend
He’s my light when I think I’ve lost my way
I wish I could know what lies behind his eyes
Does he feel the same way I do?
I need to tell him, need to get it out
I know that what’s in my heart is true
The binder slipped from Nick’s hands. He was hit by a sudden urge to cry for joy but he forced the tears back. Sitting down on the edge of the couch, he slid an arm around sleeping Greg’s waist. “I love you, Greg,” he whispered.
The younger man slowly woke. His eyes met Nick’s and he smiled. “I love you, Nick.” They stayed like that on the couch, just holding each other.
Summary: Greg realizes that the real Nick isn’t really there. One-shot songfic. Inspired by one of my favorite Britney Spears songs, "Shadow." Please don’t kill me for that! I love Britney :p (Lyrics at the end belong to her.)
It’s Only Your Shadow
They fucked, he left. That’s just the way it had been recently.
Greg couldn’t take it anymore. He thought he had felt passion when they began, back a few months ago. Every single movement Nick made had filled Greg with pleasure that he had never felt before. But that passion, that excitement, that fire was gone...if it had ever been there in the first place.
Greg didn’t he think that he should get so worked up over it. Their relationship had always been pure lust, starting with the subtle flirting in the lab and finally culminating in a mind-blowing night of sex. And then another. The two soon found they couldn’t get enough of each other – making love became an every-day thing. Wait. What we do can’t be called “making love,” Greg thought bitterly.
The two men were lying on Greg’s bed. Greg was still, trying to catch his breath. The darker-haired man had pulled out as soon as both had come. Greg had sighed, wanting to keep feeling Nick inside of him. He rolled over and let a hand trail down Nick’s arm. His skin was warm, soft. “Nick...” he started, rolling over to look into his eyes.
“Greg, I gotta go,” Nick interrupted before Greg could finish.
“No, stay, please,” Greg began, but Nick was already up, sliding his boxers on and pulling up his jeans. He grabbed his shirt on the way out the door. Greg could only sit and watch him walk away. “Nick!” he called, but his only reply was his front door slamming shut.
Greg sat in his bed, suddenly feeling very naked and exposed. But most of all, hurt. He became aware of how dark the room was. The way Nick had left couldn’t have made him feel any worse. He finally managed to drag himself into the shower, hoping the heated water would improve his mood.
It had been two days since the last time they had fucked. Greg was totally distracted, consumed by what he had come to realize about Nick. Everything he saw in the lab made him think of the old days. Everytime they passed in the hallway Greg saw no emotion in Nick’s dark eyes.
Greg was poring over a case file at his kitchen table, trying to find anything that could take his mind off Nick. A sudden knock at the door and he opened it, finding the last person he wanted to see right now.
“Hey, Greggo,” Nick smiled, wearing that grin that he’d seen so many times before: Wanna fuck?
Greg looked into Nick’s eyes, wanting to find real emotion behind them but knowing he would not. He shook his head and sighed. “Go home, Nick,” and he shut the door.
Nick didn’t knock again. Greg leaned against the wood, trying not to cry. The sun had already dipped below the horizon, stretching and distorting the shadows in the room.
Your body’s warm but you are not
You give a little not a lot
You coup your love until we kiss
You’re all I want but not like this
I’m watching you disappear
But you, you were never here
It’s only your shadow
Never yourself
It’s only your shadow
Nobody else
It’s only your shadow
Filling the room
Arriving too late
And leaving too soon
And leaving too soon
Your body gives but then holds back
The sun is bright, the sky is black
Can only be another sign
I cannot keep what isn’t mine
Your laughter it lingers on
But you, you were almost gone
It’s only your shadow
Never yourself
It’s only your shadow
Nobody else
It’s only your shadow
Filling the room
Arriving too late
And leaving too soon
And leaving too soon
How can I tell if you mean what you say
You say it so loud but you sound far away
Maybe I had just a glimpse of your soul
Or was that your shadow I saw on the wall
I’m watching you disappear
But you, you were never here
It’s only your shadow
Never yourself
It’s only your shadow
Nobody else
It’s only your shadow
Filling the room
Arriving too late
No, no, no
It’s only your shadow
Never yourself
It’s only your shadow
Nobody else
It’s only your shadow
Filling the room
Arriving too late
And leaving too soon
And leaving too soon
It’s only your shadow
"Shadow"
Britney Spears
A/N: I think this is important. Mainly because...I never write angst. I hate it. I like my hotties to be happy, with a perfect sex life. But I heard this song, loved it and the lyrics, and my mind immediately went to Nick and Greg.
Summary: Just a phone call between our two favorite CSIs. It’s a response to a challenge! The first one I’ve ever written. So I’m proud of myself. The challenge was to write a fic beginning with the line you see below!
Anniversary of What?
“Our anniversary? Anniversary of what?”
Sometimes Nick hated how innocent Greg could sound, even over the phone. “Come on, Greggo, don’t tell me you forgot.”
“...Forgot what?”
“Greg!”
“Nick.”
A sigh on the other line.
“When are you coming home?” Greg started, changing the subject. “There’s nothing to do here. I’m bored. And horny.”
“Soon, I’m on shift-what?!”
“Are you sure you wanna leave me here by myself? I might have all the fun alone. My hand and I get along very well together-”
“Greg,” Nick groaned. “I can’t have this now. I’m still working this case.”
“Oh, but it feels so good Nick, if only you could see...”
Nick took a quick glance around the lab, then dropped his voice to a whisper. “Don’t you dare start without me. You know I want your cock all to myself.”
“I like the sound of that. But the more you say just encourages me to touch myself more.”
Nick tried to ignore what his boyfriend was saying but he was already half-hard. “Look, Greg, I gotta go. Leave me something to come home to.”
“’Kay. By the way...of course I remember that it’s been a year since we first had sex. That was one hot night, Nick. You felt so good moving inside of me-”
He was answered with a dialtone.
A/N: I’ll leave it up to your imaginations as to what happens next!
Last but not least, if you want to do a fanfiction.net review, you can access these 5, "She Saw It," and "Weak," a one-shot Danny/Martin from Without a Trace, right here!
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2005-05-24 09:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-24 10:13 pm (UTC)I liked Shadow too, despite the britney...
and I really liked the last one.
yaay!
no subject
Date: 2005-05-24 11:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-25 04:59 am (UTC)