Part 3 of Letting Go
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nickngregSo, I am a busy bee since I have some time off and Chapter 3 is done. It is a little short, but with all the talk of smut I was having a hard time concentrating! The faster I get them to a bed the closer the smut is, right?
Title: Letting Go, it works I'm sticking with it!
Chapter 3 of ?
Rating: PGish so far.....despite my best efforts to induce smut.
Summary: Catherine makes Nick go back to therapy after Grave Danger. Greg vows to help his friend come to terms with what has happened. Pre-Slash right now.
Disclaimer: Oh, how I would love to own them, but I don't.
Greg watched as Nick fidgeted with his silverware. The sports bar that Nick had directed Greg to was small and dark, but the nachos that the waitress had set in front of them, along with a pitcher of beer, looked promising. Now if Nick would just say what was on his mind, instead of tapping that damn spoon on the table, everything would be perfect.
“STOP IT!,” Greg’s sudden outburst startled Nick, who dropped his spoon on the floor. “Just leave it, you don’t need a spoon for nachos,” said Greg as Nick bent over to retrieve the spoon. “Now why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind, and leave the innocent silverware alone.”
“You said the Grissom sent you to Dr. Farber, right?” Nick looked at Greg, who nodded. “Ok, well weren’t you pissed at him? I mean you had finished the required counseling, you were cleared to go back into he lab, and then Grissom sends you to another therapist.....when all you probably wanted to do was get back to your routine....”
“No, Nick, you’re wrong. The last thing I wanted to do was go back into the lab," Greg interrupted his companion, “You saw how my hands shook after I came back. I was terrified to go back in there. What if I died the next time? I came back because that is what I thought everyone expected, that I would come back and be the same old Greg, music blaring, results always ready. I couldn’t let everyone down. Grissom realized that I wasn’t the same, though, and he suggested I get someone to help me figure out what was different. I am grateful for what he did for me, Nick. If he hadn’t suggested Dr. Farber, I don’t think I’d still be here.”
Nick looked at Greg in shock, “You don’t mean you would have.......”
“No, no nothing like that,” Greg hurriedly replied, “I meant that I would have left, probably gotten a nice research position, something ‘safer’, you know?”
“But you stayed, you even decided to become a CSI, and being out in the field is even more dangerous then being in a lab,” Nick replied. “What changed your mind?”
“Dr. Farber did, she helped me realize that what I feared was that now I would never go beyond the lab, that everyone would only see me as the lab kid who got blown up, and never see that I was different now. She saved me from taking a boring position that would have never made me happy, and made me realize that my fear of being blown to pieces the next time was not only a valid fear, but a catalyst to help me make that move to do something greater. It was no secret that I wanted to be a CSI, Nick. I was so afraid that after the explosion everyone would think I was too fragile to ever leave the comfort of processing evidence all day that I would never get the chance to go out in the field, hell, even I was afraid I was too fragile. Dr. Farber helped me use my experience to make me stronger. She showed me how to use the explosion as a way to make me face my fears of failing as a CSI, and to realize that I was strong enough to go out in the field and see the terrible things people do to each other.” Greg looked at Nick, who seemed to be processing his comment.
"So she helped you let it go, is what you’re saying?”
“Nick, she didn’t help me let it go, she helped make it a part of who I am, and it made me a stronger person”, Greg sighed inwardly, would he ever get it through his friend’s thick Texas head that he was approaching this whole “letting go” thing all wrong? “I was so worried about what I thought everyone expected of me, that I couldn’t see that all everyone really wanted was for me to do what I needed to do be ok. You can’t just ignore the bad things that happen, Nick, if you don’t let them become a part of who you are you, well then who are you?”
“Damn it, Greg, I know who I am! I don’t need some high priced therapist with crazy hair to tell me that!” Nick’s nostrils flared in anger. “Let’s just have some beer and play pool, ok? I have had enough analyzing bullshit for one day.”
“Fine,” Greg replied. “Just think about what I said, ok? I am saying it as a friend who cares, and someone who has been there”
“I will,” Nick replied as he flagged the waitress down, “now what kind of shots do you want me to get for you to take when you lose?”
Nick and Greg stumbled out of the bar and into the deserted parking lot. It was late, even by Vegas standards, but they had played game after game of pool, making bets that had resulted in far too many shots, which had only led to even more outrageous bets and even more shots.
“Man, G, I didn’t know you were good at pool, “ Nick slurred as he stumbled into Greg.
Greg reached out a hand to wave down a cab, nearly falling over in the process. “Its just a simple matter of velocity and angles, Nick.” he replied, noting that there were lots of interesting angels to look at when one had taken several shots of tequila chased by several more pitchers of beer. “Anyhow, its not like you suck at it either.”
He turned to Nick just in time to see him stumble into a parked car. He reached out and steadied his drunken co-worker. “Listen, since we are leaving my car here, and yours is at the therapist’s office, do you just want to come back to my place and sleep on the couch? It will save a little on cab fare......” Suddenly Greg realized how lame that sounded. There was no good reason for Nick to stay over at Greg’s, and really Greg wasn’t too sure why he wanted Nick to come home with him so badly. All he knew was that he had been really worried about Nick ever since the rumors about his failed therapy had begun flying around the lab, and after talking him today he knew for sure Nick wasn’t ok. Greg just felt this need to make Nick ok again.
He looked over at Nick, expecting him to refuse his ridiculous offer, and was surprised to hear Nick say “Ok, G, to your place it is.” He was even more surprised at the stupid grin he felt on his face as they got into the waiting taxi.
I can see smut on the horizon......
Title: Letting Go, it works I'm sticking with it!
Chapter 3 of ?
Rating: PGish so far.....despite my best efforts to induce smut.
Summary: Catherine makes Nick go back to therapy after Grave Danger. Greg vows to help his friend come to terms with what has happened. Pre-Slash right now.
Disclaimer: Oh, how I would love to own them, but I don't.
Greg watched as Nick fidgeted with his silverware. The sports bar that Nick had directed Greg to was small and dark, but the nachos that the waitress had set in front of them, along with a pitcher of beer, looked promising. Now if Nick would just say what was on his mind, instead of tapping that damn spoon on the table, everything would be perfect.
“STOP IT!,” Greg’s sudden outburst startled Nick, who dropped his spoon on the floor. “Just leave it, you don’t need a spoon for nachos,” said Greg as Nick bent over to retrieve the spoon. “Now why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind, and leave the innocent silverware alone.”
“You said the Grissom sent you to Dr. Farber, right?” Nick looked at Greg, who nodded. “Ok, well weren’t you pissed at him? I mean you had finished the required counseling, you were cleared to go back into he lab, and then Grissom sends you to another therapist.....when all you probably wanted to do was get back to your routine....”
“No, Nick, you’re wrong. The last thing I wanted to do was go back into the lab," Greg interrupted his companion, “You saw how my hands shook after I came back. I was terrified to go back in there. What if I died the next time? I came back because that is what I thought everyone expected, that I would come back and be the same old Greg, music blaring, results always ready. I couldn’t let everyone down. Grissom realized that I wasn’t the same, though, and he suggested I get someone to help me figure out what was different. I am grateful for what he did for me, Nick. If he hadn’t suggested Dr. Farber, I don’t think I’d still be here.”
Nick looked at Greg in shock, “You don’t mean you would have.......”
“No, no nothing like that,” Greg hurriedly replied, “I meant that I would have left, probably gotten a nice research position, something ‘safer’, you know?”
“But you stayed, you even decided to become a CSI, and being out in the field is even more dangerous then being in a lab,” Nick replied. “What changed your mind?”
“Dr. Farber did, she helped me realize that what I feared was that now I would never go beyond the lab, that everyone would only see me as the lab kid who got blown up, and never see that I was different now. She saved me from taking a boring position that would have never made me happy, and made me realize that my fear of being blown to pieces the next time was not only a valid fear, but a catalyst to help me make that move to do something greater. It was no secret that I wanted to be a CSI, Nick. I was so afraid that after the explosion everyone would think I was too fragile to ever leave the comfort of processing evidence all day that I would never get the chance to go out in the field, hell, even I was afraid I was too fragile. Dr. Farber helped me use my experience to make me stronger. She showed me how to use the explosion as a way to make me face my fears of failing as a CSI, and to realize that I was strong enough to go out in the field and see the terrible things people do to each other.” Greg looked at Nick, who seemed to be processing his comment.
"So she helped you let it go, is what you’re saying?”
“Nick, she didn’t help me let it go, she helped make it a part of who I am, and it made me a stronger person”, Greg sighed inwardly, would he ever get it through his friend’s thick Texas head that he was approaching this whole “letting go” thing all wrong? “I was so worried about what I thought everyone expected of me, that I couldn’t see that all everyone really wanted was for me to do what I needed to do be ok. You can’t just ignore the bad things that happen, Nick, if you don’t let them become a part of who you are you, well then who are you?”
“Damn it, Greg, I know who I am! I don’t need some high priced therapist with crazy hair to tell me that!” Nick’s nostrils flared in anger. “Let’s just have some beer and play pool, ok? I have had enough analyzing bullshit for one day.”
“Fine,” Greg replied. “Just think about what I said, ok? I am saying it as a friend who cares, and someone who has been there”
“I will,” Nick replied as he flagged the waitress down, “now what kind of shots do you want me to get for you to take when you lose?”
Nick and Greg stumbled out of the bar and into the deserted parking lot. It was late, even by Vegas standards, but they had played game after game of pool, making bets that had resulted in far too many shots, which had only led to even more outrageous bets and even more shots.
“Man, G, I didn’t know you were good at pool, “ Nick slurred as he stumbled into Greg.
Greg reached out a hand to wave down a cab, nearly falling over in the process. “Its just a simple matter of velocity and angles, Nick.” he replied, noting that there were lots of interesting angels to look at when one had taken several shots of tequila chased by several more pitchers of beer. “Anyhow, its not like you suck at it either.”
He turned to Nick just in time to see him stumble into a parked car. He reached out and steadied his drunken co-worker. “Listen, since we are leaving my car here, and yours is at the therapist’s office, do you just want to come back to my place and sleep on the couch? It will save a little on cab fare......” Suddenly Greg realized how lame that sounded. There was no good reason for Nick to stay over at Greg’s, and really Greg wasn’t too sure why he wanted Nick to come home with him so badly. All he knew was that he had been really worried about Nick ever since the rumors about his failed therapy had begun flying around the lab, and after talking him today he knew for sure Nick wasn’t ok. Greg just felt this need to make Nick ok again.
He looked over at Nick, expecting him to refuse his ridiculous offer, and was surprised to hear Nick say “Ok, G, to your place it is.” He was even more surprised at the stupid grin he felt on his face as they got into the waiting taxi.
I can see smut on the horizon......
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Date: 2005-06-09 02:28 am (UTC)And now there's smut on the horizon? I can't wait!
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Date: 2005-06-09 03:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-09 03:22 am (UTC)"if you don’t let them become a part of who you are you, well then who are you?”
I think it's really something nick needs to embrace....along with GREG.
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Date: 2005-06-09 06:35 am (UTC)I might have used that line before, so it's not lame.
is it wrong to have mentally read He's good at other things too, after Nick's comment about Greg being good at pool?!? No? Okay then.
I like Greg's monologue about turning his fear into something more. It's very self affirming. And... smut please? Soon? :)
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Date: 2005-06-09 07:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-09 10:02 pm (UTC)~x~
therapy!fic bandwagon
Date: 2005-06-11 07:19 am (UTC)Liking this alot :-) I just found it (you're right,
I've also joined the therapy!fic bandwagon! I know that
I'd love to meet Dr. Farber, she has character :-)
And again, great fic! Cant wait for the next installment.