Breathless
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nickngregTitle: Breathless
Author: helena_eternal
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Very much not mine!
A/T: This was supposed to be a drabble, but morphed into 730 words. (For some reason, drabbles are impossible for me. :D) Also written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
x_sleeptodream a few months ago, and was found again. Takes place during Killer (where Greg says something along the lines of, "You should never throw away porn!" as Nick's finds tire treads in the desert.)
Also, I'll finish CSI: The Suburbs if it kills me, which is actually quite possible. Until then, my Nick icon says to be strong!
They think they’re not obvious. They think no one knows they dated for three years. They think no one knows they broke up.
But in the relentless desert sun, Sara can see everything. She scrutinizes them as they work, a careful space between their bodies as if they’re afraid they might touch. What would happen if they did touch? She has a feeling she knows.
They would remember.
They would remember what it was like to be in love, before Nick was buried, and they’re afraid they’ll fall for each other all over again. They don’t want that. Well, they do, but they don’t. That’s their problem.
The sun is indeed too bright and she can see their two dark figures in stark contrast with their surroundings. Greg’s rambling, a clear sign that he’s nervous. Nick’s nearly unresponsive, an indication of his uncertainty. Sara wants to yell at them from where she stands watching, wants to say Just kiss him! Just do it! She doesn’t know which one she’s talking to; possibly both, because they’re both being stupid. She’s never seen two people more perfect for each other, she’s never known soul mates to actually meet, so to see them wasting it all makes her heart ache.
Greg’s going on about porn now. She sighs. That subject isn’t the greatest topic to win your ex back with.
She wonders what it would take to get them back together again. She wonders even more about who’s to blame. Which one broke it off? Greg has always loved Nick; she knows that. She’s pretty sure Nick feels the same way. Maybe it was a mutual decision. Maybe Greg couldn’t handle Nick’s problems how ridiculous he would never leave Nick how could you think that? or perhaps Nick couldn’t take Greg’s constant worrying Greg’s always worried that’s nothing new Nick would die before leaving Greg I don’t understand this. For an investigator, she thinks she must be losing her touch, because she just can’t seem to figure it out.
Nick’s rigid, purely professional, and she can see that Greg isn’t quite himself. He’s too peppy, hiding his sorrow. He has lost Nick. He recognizes this as he watches Nick, not the evidence that Nick uncovers; observes the man he loves in mourning.
She suddenly wants to hug him.
How did they get this way this doesn’t make sense it isn’t fair to them.
Sara’s reminded of how they began; long, wistful glances and hesitant touches. Is that how they’ll end?
Nick had been buried, alone and in the dark. The thing is that they’re in the desert now, and he wasn’t alone anymore. The sun hangs above them, suspended by strings and gravity while the shifting sands reveal the clues.
She can’t stand it.
“Hey Greg!” she calls, and she can almost make out his embarrassed expression as he turns around. He’s been caught staring. She wants to say something about the used car salesman or the bad photograph, but instead she continues with, “Just kiss him already!”
Nick practically jumps up at this, equally as shocked as he removes his sunglasses to reply, and she can’t say that she isn’t startled either. Really, what was she thinking?
Her eyebrows nearly reach her hairline and she bets she could sell tickets to this, because Greg sets down his camera and grabs Nick’s shoulders. Their lips collide. She had expected them to stutter their way through a “What are you talking about?” question and she’s glad Greg hasn’t lost himself completely. He still has that spark, that light, that determination to win Nick’s heart. This time, he’s just taking a more direct approach.
At first she’s scared, because it looks like Nick’s protesting, trying to break away, but Greg’s insistent with his lips and Nick finally just gives up. Then she wants to laugh when they fall over, but that amusement doesn’t last long, because they don’t break away when they hit the sand. As a matter of fact, they’re still kissing like they’re each other’s oxygen supply or lifeline or reason for existence. They’ve been separated too long and they’re trying to make up for months of want and misery and desire.
She isn’t big on romance or mush, but she refuses to watch soul mates tear themselves away from each other.
That’s just pointless.
She quietly thanks the desert and it’s unforgiving, harsh, revealing sun.
FIN.
Author: helena_eternal
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Very much not mine!
A/T: This was supposed to be a drabble, but morphed into 730 words. (For some reason, drabbles are impossible for me. :D) Also written for
x_sleeptodream a few months ago, and was found again. Takes place during Killer (where Greg says something along the lines of, "You should never throw away porn!" as Nick's finds tire treads in the desert.)Also, I'll finish CSI: The Suburbs if it kills me, which is actually quite possible. Until then, my Nick icon says to be strong!
They think they’re not obvious. They think no one knows they dated for three years. They think no one knows they broke up.
But in the relentless desert sun, Sara can see everything. She scrutinizes them as they work, a careful space between their bodies as if they’re afraid they might touch. What would happen if they did touch? She has a feeling she knows.
They would remember.
They would remember what it was like to be in love, before Nick was buried, and they’re afraid they’ll fall for each other all over again. They don’t want that. Well, they do, but they don’t. That’s their problem.
The sun is indeed too bright and she can see their two dark figures in stark contrast with their surroundings. Greg’s rambling, a clear sign that he’s nervous. Nick’s nearly unresponsive, an indication of his uncertainty. Sara wants to yell at them from where she stands watching, wants to say Just kiss him! Just do it! She doesn’t know which one she’s talking to; possibly both, because they’re both being stupid. She’s never seen two people more perfect for each other, she’s never known soul mates to actually meet, so to see them wasting it all makes her heart ache.
Greg’s going on about porn now. She sighs. That subject isn’t the greatest topic to win your ex back with.
She wonders what it would take to get them back together again. She wonders even more about who’s to blame. Which one broke it off? Greg has always loved Nick; she knows that. She’s pretty sure Nick feels the same way. Maybe it was a mutual decision. Maybe Greg couldn’t handle Nick’s problems how ridiculous he would never leave Nick how could you think that? or perhaps Nick couldn’t take Greg’s constant worrying Greg’s always worried that’s nothing new Nick would die before leaving Greg I don’t understand this. For an investigator, she thinks she must be losing her touch, because she just can’t seem to figure it out.
Nick’s rigid, purely professional, and she can see that Greg isn’t quite himself. He’s too peppy, hiding his sorrow. He has lost Nick. He recognizes this as he watches Nick, not the evidence that Nick uncovers; observes the man he loves in mourning.
She suddenly wants to hug him.
How did they get this way this doesn’t make sense it isn’t fair to them.
Sara’s reminded of how they began; long, wistful glances and hesitant touches. Is that how they’ll end?
Nick had been buried, alone and in the dark. The thing is that they’re in the desert now, and he wasn’t alone anymore. The sun hangs above them, suspended by strings and gravity while the shifting sands reveal the clues.
She can’t stand it.
“Hey Greg!” she calls, and she can almost make out his embarrassed expression as he turns around. He’s been caught staring. She wants to say something about the used car salesman or the bad photograph, but instead she continues with, “Just kiss him already!”
Nick practically jumps up at this, equally as shocked as he removes his sunglasses to reply, and she can’t say that she isn’t startled either. Really, what was she thinking?
Her eyebrows nearly reach her hairline and she bets she could sell tickets to this, because Greg sets down his camera and grabs Nick’s shoulders. Their lips collide. She had expected them to stutter their way through a “What are you talking about?” question and she’s glad Greg hasn’t lost himself completely. He still has that spark, that light, that determination to win Nick’s heart. This time, he’s just taking a more direct approach.
At first she’s scared, because it looks like Nick’s protesting, trying to break away, but Greg’s insistent with his lips and Nick finally just gives up. Then she wants to laugh when they fall over, but that amusement doesn’t last long, because they don’t break away when they hit the sand. As a matter of fact, they’re still kissing like they’re each other’s oxygen supply or lifeline or reason for existence. They’ve been separated too long and they’re trying to make up for months of want and misery and desire.
She isn’t big on romance or mush, but she refuses to watch soul mates tear themselves away from each other.
That’s just pointless.
She quietly thanks the desert and it’s unforgiving, harsh, revealing sun.
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