For What it's Worth - Chapter 2
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nickngregTitle: For What It's Worth - Chapter Two.
Rating: PG-13
Author: nowheretogo26
Warnings: None, really.
Summary: For Nick and Greg, things seemed to be...okay. Not perfect, but okay. But when something tragic happens, will their shaky relationship be the thing that saves them both?
Disclaimer: I own the OFC, Becka. That's about it, haha.
Chapter 2 – I Want That
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Nick walked into the lab, his eyes resting on Mandy’s small frame bent over the microscope. A memory of stolen glances over the eyepieces of a pair of matching microscopes passed through his mind and he sighed.
Chapter 2 – I Want That
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Nick walked into the lab, his eyes resting on Mandy’s small frame bent over the microscope. A memory of stolen glances over the eyepieces of a pair of matching microscopes passed through his mind and he sighed.
It had been a week since Greg had come home late from Becka’s and he hadn’t been on a date since. Not because he hadn’t wanted to—or even had the opportunity. Greg had been curled up in bed all week with aching muscles, nausea, and a fever. He’d missed work all week and Nick had finally convinced him to go to the doctor’s today while Nick was at work. But no matter what case file he opened, or what vehicle he processed, or what suspect he interrogated, he couldn’t wrap his mind around anything except Greg, and if he was okay.
“Nick...” A harsh voice broke into his thoughts and he looked up, Sara’s stern face coming into focus. “Are you even listening to me?”
Nick cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair. “I, uh... sorry.”
“Yeah, well, Mandy might have just found the breakthrough on our case. So maybe you should stop daydreaming and do your job?” Her voice was almost as cold as her expression.
“Sure...” he said, moving over to the lab bench, where Mandy was standing, watching the two of them with an amused look on her face.
“I got a hit on that finger print you guys sent over from your crime scene.” Mandy motioned to the computer screen where the results of a search through IAFIS revealed a surly looking middle-aged man.
Nick raised an eyebrow. “He has a record?”
“That’s what my machine tells me,” Mandy said with a smirk. “Richard Davis.”
Nick’s phone buzzed in his pocket and he tugged it out, checking the screen. Greg. Flipping it open, he took a deep breath. “Greggo?”
“Hey, Nicky,” he replied, his voice rough and raspy.
“Is... is everything okay?” he asked, lowering his voice and turning away from the two women in the room. “What did the doctor say?”
“She said it could be the flu... or something else,” he said, leaving the answer wide open. Nick’s heart skipped a beat, as Greg continued. “She said not to worry about anything but the flue before we get the test results back...”
Nick exhaled slowly, trying to calm his worries. “I’m coming home, okay?”
Greg cleared his throat. “You’re done with work already?”
Nick’s eyes darted over his shoulder at his colleagues. “I’ll take my break early. See you in a few.” He flipped his phone shut and turned around, facing Mandy and Sara. “Look, ladies. I hate to cut this short, but I’m needed somewhere else.”
“Nick—” Sara started, but he ignored her, hurrying out the glass doors.
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Greg groaned and rolled on his side, hearing the front door open. “Greg?” Nick called, appearing in the doorway moments later. His face softened seeing the younger man curled up under a couple blankets, watching the television from the couch. “You feeling okay?”
Greg shrugged a bit. “I guess...” Reaching out, he grabbed his glass of water from the table next to him and sipped at it, sighing deeply. “I have to be. I have a date with Becka tonight.”
Nick was stunned. “You’re still gonna go?”
“I have to,” Greg said simply, looking up at Nick. “I’ve cancelled on her all week.”
“You’ve been sick. I’m sure she understands.”
Greg looked back at the TV, acting like he barely heard Nick’s words. “I need to get out, anyway. I hate being stuck here all the time.”
Nick frowned, sighing exasperatedly. “I have to get back to work,” he muttered, turning around and walking out of the room. Seconds later, Greg heard the front door slam. The younger man glanced out the window and saw Nick storm to his Denali, pulling away moments later. Greg exhaled sharply, closing his eyes and resting his head in his hands. When did life get so damn complicated?
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Nick sat in his vehicle, looking up at his house. Six hours had past since he had lost his temper and he wasn’t any calmer. Even after taking out his frustration on a murder suspect and processing a truck from a crime scene top to bottom, he still couldn’t get his mind off of his anger.
Sighing, he got out and walked up to the front door, slipping inside quietly. He hoped to God Greg was already gone. He had no more patience left for a fight.
Walking into the kitchen, he heard someone moving around in the bedroom and he leaned against the counter, running his hand through his hair nervously. A million scenarios ran through his head, none of them ending well.
“Welcome home,” Greg’s soft voice broke him out of his thoughts. Nick couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him. His boyfriend was dressed in a black button-down shirt and black dress pants, complete with a pair of shiny black shoes.
“You look... amazing,” he said, a bit breathless.
Greg looked down at the ground, shifting his weight. “Thanks...”
“Leaving?” Nick asked, dreading the inevitable answer.
Greg nodded. “Just gotta grab the car keys, and then I’m off.” He paused, before adding, “I probably won’t be home tonight.”
“Greg?” The younger man looked up, locking eyes with Nick. “Don’t go.”
“Nick,” he started, frowning slightly.
Nick held up a hand, interrupting him. “Not just tonight. Ever. Don’t leave.”
“I have a date. I have to go.” Greg grabbed his coat from the back of a chair and threw it on, giving Nick a sad look.
“I don’t want you to go,” he muttered, his voice breaking. “Ever. Not with anyone but me.”
“I have to go,” he insisted. Nick reached out and grabbed Greg’s hand in his, pleading to him with his eyes. The younger man tugged his hand free. “I have to go... now.” Before he could reply, Greg walked out the door, leaving a speechless Nick in his wake.
Hearing the car start outside, Nick collapsed against the counter, the tears that had been threatening to fall dripping slowly from his eyes. He felt like part of him had just left and the only person who could mend the hole in his heart wasn’t here anymore.
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A/N – Feedback?
Rating: PG-13
Author: nowheretogo26
Warnings: None, really.
Summary: For Nick and Greg, things seemed to be...okay. Not perfect, but okay. But when something tragic happens, will their shaky relationship be the thing that saves them both?
Disclaimer: I own the OFC, Becka. That's about it, haha.
---
Nick walked into the lab, his eyes resting on Mandy’s small frame bent over the microscope. A memory of stolen glances over the eyepieces of a pair of matching microscopes passed through his mind and he sighed.
---
Nick walked into the lab, his eyes resting on Mandy’s small frame bent over the microscope. A memory of stolen glances over the eyepieces of a pair of matching microscopes passed through his mind and he sighed.
It had been a week since Greg had come home late from Becka’s and he hadn’t been on a date since. Not because he hadn’t wanted to—or even had the opportunity. Greg had been curled up in bed all week with aching muscles, nausea, and a fever. He’d missed work all week and Nick had finally convinced him to go to the doctor’s today while Nick was at work. But no matter what case file he opened, or what vehicle he processed, or what suspect he interrogated, he couldn’t wrap his mind around anything except Greg, and if he was okay.
“Nick...” A harsh voice broke into his thoughts and he looked up, Sara’s stern face coming into focus. “Are you even listening to me?”
Nick cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair. “I, uh... sorry.”
“Yeah, well, Mandy might have just found the breakthrough on our case. So maybe you should stop daydreaming and do your job?” Her voice was almost as cold as her expression.
“Sure...” he said, moving over to the lab bench, where Mandy was standing, watching the two of them with an amused look on her face.
“I got a hit on that finger print you guys sent over from your crime scene.” Mandy motioned to the computer screen where the results of a search through IAFIS revealed a surly looking middle-aged man.
Nick raised an eyebrow. “He has a record?”
“That’s what my machine tells me,” Mandy said with a smirk. “Richard Davis.”
Nick’s phone buzzed in his pocket and he tugged it out, checking the screen. Greg. Flipping it open, he took a deep breath. “Greggo?”
“Hey, Nicky,” he replied, his voice rough and raspy.
“Is... is everything okay?” he asked, lowering his voice and turning away from the two women in the room. “What did the doctor say?”
“She said it could be the flu... or something else,” he said, leaving the answer wide open. Nick’s heart skipped a beat, as Greg continued. “She said not to worry about anything but the flue before we get the test results back...”
Nick exhaled slowly, trying to calm his worries. “I’m coming home, okay?”
Greg cleared his throat. “You’re done with work already?”
Nick’s eyes darted over his shoulder at his colleagues. “I’ll take my break early. See you in a few.” He flipped his phone shut and turned around, facing Mandy and Sara. “Look, ladies. I hate to cut this short, but I’m needed somewhere else.”
“Nick—” Sara started, but he ignored her, hurrying out the glass doors.
Greg groaned and rolled on his side, hearing the front door open. “Greg?” Nick called, appearing in the doorway moments later. His face softened seeing the younger man curled up under a couple blankets, watching the television from the couch. “You feeling okay?”
Greg shrugged a bit. “I guess...” Reaching out, he grabbed his glass of water from the table next to him and sipped at it, sighing deeply. “I have to be. I have a date with Becka tonight.”
Nick was stunned. “You’re still gonna go?”
“I have to,” Greg said simply, looking up at Nick. “I’ve cancelled on her all week.”
“You’ve been sick. I’m sure she understands.”
Greg looked back at the TV, acting like he barely heard Nick’s words. “I need to get out, anyway. I hate being stuck here all the time.”
Nick frowned, sighing exasperatedly. “I have to get back to work,” he muttered, turning around and walking out of the room. Seconds later, Greg heard the front door slam. The younger man glanced out the window and saw Nick storm to his Denali, pulling away moments later. Greg exhaled sharply, closing his eyes and resting his head in his hands. When did life get so damn complicated?
Nick sat in his vehicle, looking up at his house. Six hours had past since he had lost his temper and he wasn’t any calmer. Even after taking out his frustration on a murder suspect and processing a truck from a crime scene top to bottom, he still couldn’t get his mind off of his anger.
Sighing, he got out and walked up to the front door, slipping inside quietly. He hoped to God Greg was already gone. He had no more patience left for a fight.
Walking into the kitchen, he heard someone moving around in the bedroom and he leaned against the counter, running his hand through his hair nervously. A million scenarios ran through his head, none of them ending well.
“Welcome home,” Greg’s soft voice broke him out of his thoughts. Nick couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him. His boyfriend was dressed in a black button-down shirt and black dress pants, complete with a pair of shiny black shoes.
“You look... amazing,” he said, a bit breathless.
Greg looked down at the ground, shifting his weight. “Thanks...”
“Leaving?” Nick asked, dreading the inevitable answer.
Greg nodded. “Just gotta grab the car keys, and then I’m off.” He paused, before adding, “I probably won’t be home tonight.”
“Greg?” The younger man looked up, locking eyes with Nick. “Don’t go.”
“Nick,” he started, frowning slightly.
Nick held up a hand, interrupting him. “Not just tonight. Ever. Don’t leave.”
“I have a date. I have to go.” Greg grabbed his coat from the back of a chair and threw it on, giving Nick a sad look.
“I don’t want you to go,” he muttered, his voice breaking. “Ever. Not with anyone but me.”
“I have to go,” he insisted. Nick reached out and grabbed Greg’s hand in his, pleading to him with his eyes. The younger man tugged his hand free. “I have to go... now.” Before he could reply, Greg walked out the door, leaving a speechless Nick in his wake.
Hearing the car start outside, Nick collapsed against the counter, the tears that had been threatening to fall dripping slowly from his eyes. He felt like part of him had just left and the only person who could mend the hole in his heart wasn’t here anymore.
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