First Nick/Greg fic
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nickngregOk, I was on my lunch break today and I was thinking about "what if Nick and Greg didn't get together until AFTER Grave Danger". (yes it is sad that is what I thought about on my lunch, but it was more cheerful then thinking about who I will have to fire next!)
So I have this little plot in my head, but I dont know how I feel about it. This is just a first glimpse of what I have in mind, Please let me know what you think. It isn't very slashy right now, but you have to have all that flirting and innuendo before the slash...so dont worry it will get slashy.
Nick sat in the waiting room, his forehead creased form the effort of glaring at a rather large, and rather ugly painting. He was sure it was supposed to make him think of penises, or his mother, or some other bullshit that he was sure the therapist would ask him about when it was his turn to enter the inner office. Frankly, though, Nick didn’t give a damn. He was angry that he was there, and that was all that mattered to him at the moment.
He had gone to all the “suggested” sessions with the LVPD therapist after he had been released from the hospital. He had been cleared to go back to work. He was fine. Catherine obviously didn’t think so, though, and that’s why he was here. She had recommended to him that he take some time off, “get his head straight” she had said. She had ignored his protests that he was fine, that the therapist had released him, that he just needed back in the field. He told her he had let it go, he wasn’t carrying what had happened with him.
That’s when she told him that not carrying it with him was the problem.
So here Nick sat, glaring at a very ugly, very large painting, waiting for his turn to have yet someone else tell him how to handle his “problems”. Problems he didn’t have, he had let it go, why the hell didn’t any of them understand that?
He turned at the sound of the office door opening, and was surprised to see Greg emerging form the office.
“Hey, what are you doing here?” Greg asked Nick, startled to see him sitting in the waiting room.
“Cath thinks I need to talk to someone, she says I haven’t really dealt with what happened” Nick replied, his forehead relaxing as his glare somewhat subsided. “ I told her that the LVPD therapist released me to come back, but you know how Cath can be when she thinks she’s right”
Greg gave Nick an assenting smile, “Yeah, I know what you mean.” He looked at Nick thoughtfully. Greg had heard the rumors, that Nick had been difficult with the LVPD therapist. Insisting that he wasn’t going to carry it with him, and that all he needed was to get back in the field.
“Nick, Dr. Farber is ready for you”. The receptionist interrupted Greg’s thoughts, giving the pair a smile that said she was relieved the man with the dark glare would soon be out of her waiting room.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you around the lab,” Greg said to Nick “Don’t be too hard on Dr. Farber, she’s a good listener, it’s her job to help you, Nick”
“I don’t need her help”, Nick replied, the glare creasing his forehead once more,” I told the last one I had let it go, and I just want to tell her the same thing, so I can get back out in the field”
With that Nick rose from his chair and brushed past Greg, into the office, slamming the door behind him.
Greg looked at the chair Nick had recently occupied, not really seeing it. Nick probably had let it go, in his own way, he mused. Greg sighed, it was disturbing to see the changes in his friend since he was buried alive. Something half as traumatic would have had anyone else in months of therapy, but Nick had done the bare minimum of sessions required by the department. It was obvious to everyone that Nick was still having trouble coming to terms with what had happened, but if anyone could get Nick to face his feelings, it would be Dr. Farber, and if she couldn’t...well then Greg would have to try to play therapist to Nick himself.
So I have this little plot in my head, but I dont know how I feel about it. This is just a first glimpse of what I have in mind, Please let me know what you think. It isn't very slashy right now, but you have to have all that flirting and innuendo before the slash...so dont worry it will get slashy.
Nick sat in the waiting room, his forehead creased form the effort of glaring at a rather large, and rather ugly painting. He was sure it was supposed to make him think of penises, or his mother, or some other bullshit that he was sure the therapist would ask him about when it was his turn to enter the inner office. Frankly, though, Nick didn’t give a damn. He was angry that he was there, and that was all that mattered to him at the moment.
He had gone to all the “suggested” sessions with the LVPD therapist after he had been released from the hospital. He had been cleared to go back to work. He was fine. Catherine obviously didn’t think so, though, and that’s why he was here. She had recommended to him that he take some time off, “get his head straight” she had said. She had ignored his protests that he was fine, that the therapist had released him, that he just needed back in the field. He told her he had let it go, he wasn’t carrying what had happened with him.
That’s when she told him that not carrying it with him was the problem.
So here Nick sat, glaring at a very ugly, very large painting, waiting for his turn to have yet someone else tell him how to handle his “problems”. Problems he didn’t have, he had let it go, why the hell didn’t any of them understand that?
He turned at the sound of the office door opening, and was surprised to see Greg emerging form the office.
“Hey, what are you doing here?” Greg asked Nick, startled to see him sitting in the waiting room.
“Cath thinks I need to talk to someone, she says I haven’t really dealt with what happened” Nick replied, his forehead relaxing as his glare somewhat subsided. “ I told her that the LVPD therapist released me to come back, but you know how Cath can be when she thinks she’s right”
Greg gave Nick an assenting smile, “Yeah, I know what you mean.” He looked at Nick thoughtfully. Greg had heard the rumors, that Nick had been difficult with the LVPD therapist. Insisting that he wasn’t going to carry it with him, and that all he needed was to get back in the field.
“Nick, Dr. Farber is ready for you”. The receptionist interrupted Greg’s thoughts, giving the pair a smile that said she was relieved the man with the dark glare would soon be out of her waiting room.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you around the lab,” Greg said to Nick “Don’t be too hard on Dr. Farber, she’s a good listener, it’s her job to help you, Nick”
“I don’t need her help”, Nick replied, the glare creasing his forehead once more,” I told the last one I had let it go, and I just want to tell her the same thing, so I can get back out in the field”
With that Nick rose from his chair and brushed past Greg, into the office, slamming the door behind him.
Greg looked at the chair Nick had recently occupied, not really seeing it. Nick probably had let it go, in his own way, he mused. Greg sighed, it was disturbing to see the changes in his friend since he was buried alive. Something half as traumatic would have had anyone else in months of therapy, but Nick had done the bare minimum of sessions required by the department. It was obvious to everyone that Nick was still having trouble coming to terms with what had happened, but if anyone could get Nick to face his feelings, it would be Dr. Farber, and if she couldn’t...well then Greg would have to try to play therapist to Nick himself.
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Date: 2005-06-07 04:55 am (UTC)Keep Writing!
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Date: 2005-06-07 05:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-07 05:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-07 06:20 am (UTC)It's a nice angle, to not have any relationship as of yet.
And a lovely way to spend the summer!
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Date: 2005-06-07 12:04 pm (UTC)