(no subject)
Jan. 5th, 2007 12:28 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
it-glitters.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
nickngregTitle: Before He Cheats, part 2
Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas
Characters: Greg Sanders, Nick Stokes
[Unknown site tag]Word Count: 957
Rating: R
Warnings/Spoilers: slight violence, slight spoiler for Rashomama.
Summary: Nick's been caught, and there's not a damn thing he can do about it.
Author’s Notes: This is Nick's version/continuation of the story that piratekitten wrote. And now, it's turned into a back and forth thing.
Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas
Characters: Greg Sanders, Nick Stokes
[Unknown site tag]Word Count: 957
Rating: R
Warnings/Spoilers: slight violence, slight spoiler for Rashomama.
Summary: Nick's been caught, and there's not a damn thing he can do about it.
Author’s Notes: This is Nick's version/continuation of the story that piratekitten wrote. And now, it's turned into a back and forth thing.
Nick had been seeing Angel for a few months. As a woman, she was perfect. The perfect stereotype; long blonde hair, good family… She was the perfect Southern belle. And to the outside world, she was perfect for him. Exactly what his family wanted for him. In fact, it had been his sister Amy that had set them up.
Nick didn’t have the guts to tell them about Greg. And he didn’t have the guts to tell Greg about Angel. And he actually liked Angel. He liked spending time with her, even after things went beyond friendship. Sure, he’d never love her the way he loved Greg, but it wasn’t like Greg was someone he was going to marry. It wasn’t legal after all.
He felt a little guilty about leaving Greg alone all the time to go out with Angel, but it wasn’t like Greg didn’t have a life of his own.
What he didn’t expect was that that life and his life were going to coincide. He hadn’t even thought about leaving the keys on the bar. Hadn’t thought about it until his keys got dropped into his beer.
He sat there too long to catch up with Greg. He was pretty sure that Angel was saying something, but he didn’t hear. He knew half the bar was looking at him, and a few people coming in were saying things like ‘truck’ and ‘pissed’ and ‘destroyed.’
Nick grabbed his keys and went out to the parking lot. There were no words. Not a single one.
A crowd had gathered around, and he couldn’t see the full extent of the damage. He wasn’t sure whether he should laugh or cry. Instead, he just stood there, mouth agape with his useless keys in his hand. He had just had the truck redone… and there was no way that he was going to be able to save it now.
He yelled out a string of incomprehensible curses until he felt Angel started to tug at his arm. He hadn’t even realized that she was there.
“You need to call the cops, Nicky,” she told him solemnly.
He looked at her. “I am the cops.” He looked back at the truck. “Shit. Fucking shit!” he yelled.
“Nicky, calm down. Some nutcase just took your keys and went crazy on your truck for no reason. The insurance will pay for it!”
Nick ran his fingers through his hair. “Insurance doesn’t pay for jealous lovers!” he yelled, garnering further attention and a look of horror from Angel.
“You’re a fag!” she cried as she hit him with her purse. “No wonder you wouldn’t fuck me. And no wonder why you couldn’t do shit with me, you probably couldn’t find the clit with a damn map!” She swung at him with her purse, knocking him in the head. She obviously had something heavy in there, the hits hurt more than he had expected. Nick did his best to shield himself from the blows, but she was quick and wild with her swings. Finally, she let up and started to back away, muttering as she tripped over her own heels on the way to the cab. “Damn stupid men, stupid, stupid men.” Nick knew it wasn’t going to be the last time that he heard from her.
Nick let his eyes move between his destroyed truck and Angel. He chuckled slightly at her inability to find a cab. He had to laugh there was nothing else that he could do. It came out far more manic than he would have liked and it just got worse as Angel eventually resorted to flashing oncoming traffic to get someone to stop for her. Angel really was classy…
After watching Angel fall into a cab, Nick walked away from the scene; he’d had enough of the stares. A few of the onlookers asked if the truck was his, and he lied and said that it wasn’t. He finally made his way to a secluded part of the parking lot and tried to call Greg’s cell. There was no answer. No answer on his home phone either. Nick tried to think about where Greg would go.
His first thought was that Greg would be at his home, inflicting more damage on his property, and if he was there; there really wasn’t anything he could do to stop it. The neighbors would have called the police by then. Greg would be arrested and lose his job.
He decided it was best to go into the station, try and head off the chaos, because the officers wouldn’t actually arrest Greg, even if they caught him. They wouldn’t arrest one of their own until charges were pressed… at least that was what Nick was betting on. And he wasn’t going to press charges. He deserved it, even if he did want to wring Greg’s neck.
Nick walked about a half a block before catching a cab… without having to flash anyone. By the time he got there, Greg was already sitting in the lobby, face painted in some sort of mix between forlorn and pissed. Nick was going to have to tread lightly to avoid getting Greg’s right hook, which had only gotten stronger with hours in the gym. And given the damage that had been inflicted upon his truck, Nick was well aware of the fact that Greg Sanders was a forced to be reckoned with.
“Hey G,” Nick said tentatively. “You destroyed my truck.” It was stupid, but it was a fact. His truck was irreparably destroyed. His boyfriend was going to kill him, and his girlfriend was going to out him to his family. He just didn’t have the energy to do anything but take his beating.
Nick didn’t have the guts to tell them about Greg. And he didn’t have the guts to tell Greg about Angel. And he actually liked Angel. He liked spending time with her, even after things went beyond friendship. Sure, he’d never love her the way he loved Greg, but it wasn’t like Greg was someone he was going to marry. It wasn’t legal after all.
He felt a little guilty about leaving Greg alone all the time to go out with Angel, but it wasn’t like Greg didn’t have a life of his own.
What he didn’t expect was that that life and his life were going to coincide. He hadn’t even thought about leaving the keys on the bar. Hadn’t thought about it until his keys got dropped into his beer.
He sat there too long to catch up with Greg. He was pretty sure that Angel was saying something, but he didn’t hear. He knew half the bar was looking at him, and a few people coming in were saying things like ‘truck’ and ‘pissed’ and ‘destroyed.’
Nick grabbed his keys and went out to the parking lot. There were no words. Not a single one.
A crowd had gathered around, and he couldn’t see the full extent of the damage. He wasn’t sure whether he should laugh or cry. Instead, he just stood there, mouth agape with his useless keys in his hand. He had just had the truck redone… and there was no way that he was going to be able to save it now.
He yelled out a string of incomprehensible curses until he felt Angel started to tug at his arm. He hadn’t even realized that she was there.
“You need to call the cops, Nicky,” she told him solemnly.
He looked at her. “I am the cops.” He looked back at the truck. “Shit. Fucking shit!” he yelled.
“Nicky, calm down. Some nutcase just took your keys and went crazy on your truck for no reason. The insurance will pay for it!”
Nick ran his fingers through his hair. “Insurance doesn’t pay for jealous lovers!” he yelled, garnering further attention and a look of horror from Angel.
“You’re a fag!” she cried as she hit him with her purse. “No wonder you wouldn’t fuck me. And no wonder why you couldn’t do shit with me, you probably couldn’t find the clit with a damn map!” She swung at him with her purse, knocking him in the head. She obviously had something heavy in there, the hits hurt more than he had expected. Nick did his best to shield himself from the blows, but she was quick and wild with her swings. Finally, she let up and started to back away, muttering as she tripped over her own heels on the way to the cab. “Damn stupid men, stupid, stupid men.” Nick knew it wasn’t going to be the last time that he heard from her.
Nick let his eyes move between his destroyed truck and Angel. He chuckled slightly at her inability to find a cab. He had to laugh there was nothing else that he could do. It came out far more manic than he would have liked and it just got worse as Angel eventually resorted to flashing oncoming traffic to get someone to stop for her. Angel really was classy…
After watching Angel fall into a cab, Nick walked away from the scene; he’d had enough of the stares. A few of the onlookers asked if the truck was his, and he lied and said that it wasn’t. He finally made his way to a secluded part of the parking lot and tried to call Greg’s cell. There was no answer. No answer on his home phone either. Nick tried to think about where Greg would go.
His first thought was that Greg would be at his home, inflicting more damage on his property, and if he was there; there really wasn’t anything he could do to stop it. The neighbors would have called the police by then. Greg would be arrested and lose his job.
He decided it was best to go into the station, try and head off the chaos, because the officers wouldn’t actually arrest Greg, even if they caught him. They wouldn’t arrest one of their own until charges were pressed… at least that was what Nick was betting on. And he wasn’t going to press charges. He deserved it, even if he did want to wring Greg’s neck.
Nick walked about a half a block before catching a cab… without having to flash anyone. By the time he got there, Greg was already sitting in the lobby, face painted in some sort of mix between forlorn and pissed. Nick was going to have to tread lightly to avoid getting Greg’s right hook, which had only gotten stronger with hours in the gym. And given the damage that had been inflicted upon his truck, Nick was well aware of the fact that Greg Sanders was a forced to be reckoned with.
“Hey G,” Nick said tentatively. “You destroyed my truck.” It was stupid, but it was a fact. His truck was irreparably destroyed. His boyfriend was going to kill him, and his girlfriend was going to out him to his family. He just didn’t have the energy to do anything but take his beating.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}