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nickngregChapter: Five
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None, really.
Genre: Angst. Romance. Post-Ep.
Summary: Post ep for Feeling the Heat. Greg's angst about the case and the events afterwards.
Greg was sitting on the floor of his hotel room the first time Nick called him. It was three days after he had stormed out of their house, and after calling and explaining to Grissom that he was heading for a burnout if he wasn’t given at least a week off work, Greg had resigned himself to sitting around all day doing nothing but looking after Amelia and missing Nick. He saw the caller ID on his phone and slid it across the floor, watching as it disappeared under the bed. As much as he knew he was missing Nick, he wasn’t ready to deal with it all yet. He knew that if he answered the phone, they only would have argued and yelled, probably saying things that they didn’t really mean and would eventually regret. The phone continued ringing for a few more seconds before the silence stunned Greg, as he realised that it was the first time in a long while that he’d felt completely alone. He wandered over to the corner of the room where Amelia lay sleeping quietly in her pram, and he rocked it gently with one foot. His parents lived too far away for them to be any use to him now, even though they both adored Amelia and even accepted Nick into their family as a son. He knew that for the moment, Amelia was the only thing he had left to hang onto.
“I guess it’s just you and I now, princess” Greg spoke softly to his daughter given that she was still asleep. “We’ll be okay, though. I promise.”
The soft sleeping sounds coming from the pram didn’t change, and Greg knew that she’d be asleep for a little while yet. Amelia had always had predictable sleeping patterns ever since they brought her home from the hospital.
“Is she really here?” Nick whispered softly so as not to waking the sleeping baby in the backseat of Greg’s car. “Is she really ours?”
”Completely, 100 percent.” Greg spoke equally as soft, but he couldn’t hide the smile behind in his voice. “What does it feel like?”
”What does what feel like?”
”Knowing that you’re a daddy.”
”I don’t think it’s even sunk in yet. The first time I saw her Greg, oh my god… I could barely breathe.” His eyes welled up with tears, but he had promised himself that he was going to be the strong one and wasn’t going to cry. “It was like nothing else I’ve ever felt. I wanted it to last forever”
“It will. You’ll never stop feeling like that.” Greg paused, pondering his own words for a few minutes. “Neither will
“Anything.” And Nick sounded like he genuinely meant it.
“That she’ll always come first. Before us, before our jobs, before everything I want Amelia to be our number one priority.”
“Of course, G! Nothing will ever come before her. You and her are everything to me.”
‘Famous last words’ Greg thought bitterly as he snapped out of his daydream. He knew deep down inside of him that he was just as much to blame for the disintegration of their relationship as Nick was. Neither had put in the effort to salvage what was left of their happiness. It just seemed far too hard.
From under the bed Greg heard the familiar ring tone that meant Nick was once again trying to call him. Diving for the phone before it woke his daughter; he quickly flipped it open and brought it to his ear.
“What do you want, Nick?”
”To talk.”
”I’m through talking. No more talking.”
”Where are you?”
”Does it matter?”
”When you have my daughter with you, hell yes it matters.”
”At a hotel. She’s fine; she’s asleep so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t make me raise my voice.”
“Can I come and see her?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I’m not ready to see you yet.”
”She’s my daughter Greg. You shouldn’t keep her away from me like this.”
“Why is she only your daughter when it suits you? But when she needs to be dropped off at day-care, or taken to the doctor, or when she needs new clothes she’s suddenly my daughter and I have to do all of that for her?” Greg stopped and caught his breath. “Of course, the difference is that I don’t mind doing all of that, because I love her.”
“I love her too.”
”I don’t believe you. And until I do, I don’t want you near her.”
Snapping the phone shut once again, Greg sank onto the floor and sighed heavily before Amelia’s shrill cry alerted him to her being awake and hungry. As he sat on the bed with her happily feeding from a bottle of warm milk, his phone rang again.
It was going to be a long week.
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a/n: you guys have been so fricking sweet about this story. i'm glad that people are enjoying it. i used to hate it, but it's growing on me. ps: the "i could barely breathe. it was like nothing else i'd ever felt, i wanted it to last forever" is a direct quote from my dad when i asked him this morning what it was like when he first held me. call it research, but i think i'm just an egomaniac and wanted to feel special. haha.
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Date: 2007-01-07 02:31 pm (UTC)MORE haha
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Date: 2007-01-07 03:24 pm (UTC)but still it's cute:) cute angst...wow:)
I can be strange sometimes:)
anyways, keep it up!
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Date: 2007-01-07 07:37 pm (UTC)Can I hear a collective "AWWWWW!!!!" now? :) That is so incredibly sweet.
x.H.
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Date: 2007-01-08 04:57 am (UTC)xx.