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nickngregHere's the next installment of 'You learn something New everyday'hope you like it!
Title: Truth or something like it
Rating: PG13
Warning: One very soft swear word
Summary: The truth about Nick and Greg
You learn something new everyday - Chapter 2
Nick pushed his chair back with a loud scrape, walked over to the counter and refilled his coffee cup. Greg’s eyes were still wide and he was moving his mouth, but no sound was coming out. Nick suppressed a smile, thinking that he looked just like a Goldfish. Finally he found his voice. “Did you…. Are you….did you just say what I think you said?”
Walking over and closing the break room door, Nick took a deep breath then turned to face him. “What I tell you now never leaves this room, OK? Right. I guess I’ve known I was bisexual since I was 15 years old. But growing up in Texas, I had to hide what I was, what I felt. I hid it so well that I almost started to believe I was completely straight. Then I moved to Vegas, and after a while I realised that those feelings were still there. Especially when…” He paused and walked back to the table and sat down again.
“When what, Nick?”
He shook his head “That doesn’t matter right now. What matters is that you know you’re not alone in this. I can tell you, it’s difficult trying to lead a double life, worrying in case someone finds out. But now, I’ve got your back and you’ve got mine. But you’ve got to be smart about this Greg, if you don’t want people knowing, you can’t go clubbing on the strip.” Greg looked guiltily at him from under his thick lashes “I know. But I’m kinda new to the whole scene, and I read about Corpo Provocante on the net, it’s supposed to be the hottest club right now.”
“How long have you been going there?”
Greg exhaled loudly and looked up at the ceiling “About 5 months, I guess. I’ve probably been 7 or 8 times altogether. I just go there to dance and stuff, I’ve never actually picked up a guy there. I’ve never had the nerve.” He blushed and dropped his voice “I’ve never even….you know. It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just……I don’t want it to be with just anyone. I want it to mean something.” He ran his hand through his hair and let out a nervous giggle. “Shit, I sound like a girl. I’m so pathetic.”
Nick smiled compassionately at him and leaned forward, elbows on the table and his face resting in his hands. “Sanders, you’re full of surprises, you know that? You’re not pathetic. You want your first time to be special. That’s cool. I wish mine had been. You have the option to wait for the right person. Don’t rush into anything.” Greg was just about to respond when the door opened and they jolted apart just as Grissom walked in. He tapped Nick on the side of the head with the file he was carrying. “Nick, Brass just brought the ex boyfriend in, he’s waiting for you. Greg, can you give me a hand in the lab?” Greg nodded and got up from his chair. Glancing at Nick, he hurriedly followed the supervisor down the corridor. Nick rubbed his tired eyes and made his way to find Brass.
The shift had ended by the time they ran into each other again, Greg was packing up his bag in the locker room as Nick came in to get changed. Pulling off his shirt, he noticed that Greg was suddenly very interested in what was in the bottom of his bag. “Lost something?”
Greg didn’t look at him. “No, I’m fine.” he mumbled. “Just checking I’ve got everything. I’ll see you later then.” He swung the bag over his shoulder and made to leave, but a hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. Greg finally looked up, his brown eyes dark with distress.
“Are you sure you’re OK man? It’s been a hell of a weird day for you. I’m not busy if you wanna talk some more. We could grab breakfast if you want?”
Greg wrenched his hand away “Look, thanks for your concern, but I’m fine. Just leave it will you!” With that he stormed out of the locker room. Nick pulled a fresh t-shirt from his locker and ran after Greg, pulling it on as he went. He made it to the parking lot in time to see Greg’s car rocket out onto the road.
Back at his house, Nick found it impossible to sleep in the sticky Vegas afternoon. He tossed and turned, his sheets a tangle around his legs. He kept running his conversations with Greg through his head. He couldn’t understand why the young CSI was suddenly so angry with him, but he intended to find out. He got up from the bed and padded to the bathroom, stripped off his black t-shirt and boxers and stepped into the shower. Setting the water to ‘cool’ he stood and let the pulses of water drum at the tight muscles in his back. Something had happened to Greg after he had left the break room and Nick needed to know what it was.
Title: Truth or something like it
Rating: PG13
Warning: One very soft swear word
Summary: The truth about Nick and Greg
You learn something new everyday - Chapter 2
Nick pushed his chair back with a loud scrape, walked over to the counter and refilled his coffee cup. Greg’s eyes were still wide and he was moving his mouth, but no sound was coming out. Nick suppressed a smile, thinking that he looked just like a Goldfish. Finally he found his voice. “Did you…. Are you….did you just say what I think you said?”
Walking over and closing the break room door, Nick took a deep breath then turned to face him. “What I tell you now never leaves this room, OK? Right. I guess I’ve known I was bisexual since I was 15 years old. But growing up in Texas, I had to hide what I was, what I felt. I hid it so well that I almost started to believe I was completely straight. Then I moved to Vegas, and after a while I realised that those feelings were still there. Especially when…” He paused and walked back to the table and sat down again.
“When what, Nick?”
He shook his head “That doesn’t matter right now. What matters is that you know you’re not alone in this. I can tell you, it’s difficult trying to lead a double life, worrying in case someone finds out. But now, I’ve got your back and you’ve got mine. But you’ve got to be smart about this Greg, if you don’t want people knowing, you can’t go clubbing on the strip.” Greg looked guiltily at him from under his thick lashes “I know. But I’m kinda new to the whole scene, and I read about Corpo Provocante on the net, it’s supposed to be the hottest club right now.”
“How long have you been going there?”
Greg exhaled loudly and looked up at the ceiling “About 5 months, I guess. I’ve probably been 7 or 8 times altogether. I just go there to dance and stuff, I’ve never actually picked up a guy there. I’ve never had the nerve.” He blushed and dropped his voice “I’ve never even….you know. It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just……I don’t want it to be with just anyone. I want it to mean something.” He ran his hand through his hair and let out a nervous giggle. “Shit, I sound like a girl. I’m so pathetic.”
Nick smiled compassionately at him and leaned forward, elbows on the table and his face resting in his hands. “Sanders, you’re full of surprises, you know that? You’re not pathetic. You want your first time to be special. That’s cool. I wish mine had been. You have the option to wait for the right person. Don’t rush into anything.” Greg was just about to respond when the door opened and they jolted apart just as Grissom walked in. He tapped Nick on the side of the head with the file he was carrying. “Nick, Brass just brought the ex boyfriend in, he’s waiting for you. Greg, can you give me a hand in the lab?” Greg nodded and got up from his chair. Glancing at Nick, he hurriedly followed the supervisor down the corridor. Nick rubbed his tired eyes and made his way to find Brass.
The shift had ended by the time they ran into each other again, Greg was packing up his bag in the locker room as Nick came in to get changed. Pulling off his shirt, he noticed that Greg was suddenly very interested in what was in the bottom of his bag. “Lost something?”
Greg didn’t look at him. “No, I’m fine.” he mumbled. “Just checking I’ve got everything. I’ll see you later then.” He swung the bag over his shoulder and made to leave, but a hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. Greg finally looked up, his brown eyes dark with distress.
“Are you sure you’re OK man? It’s been a hell of a weird day for you. I’m not busy if you wanna talk some more. We could grab breakfast if you want?”
Greg wrenched his hand away “Look, thanks for your concern, but I’m fine. Just leave it will you!” With that he stormed out of the locker room. Nick pulled a fresh t-shirt from his locker and ran after Greg, pulling it on as he went. He made it to the parking lot in time to see Greg’s car rocket out onto the road.
Back at his house, Nick found it impossible to sleep in the sticky Vegas afternoon. He tossed and turned, his sheets a tangle around his legs. He kept running his conversations with Greg through his head. He couldn’t understand why the young CSI was suddenly so angry with him, but he intended to find out. He got up from the bed and padded to the bathroom, stripped off his black t-shirt and boxers and stepped into the shower. Setting the water to ‘cool’ he stood and let the pulses of water drum at the tight muscles in his back. Something had happened to Greg after he had left the break room and Nick needed to know what it was.
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Date: 2005-06-20 02:07 pm (UTC)But what happened to Greg?
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