For What it's Worth - Chapter 3
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nickngregTitle: For What It's Worth - Chapter Three.
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 3 – Sorry Seems to Be the Hardest Word
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Nick rolled over, groaning softly. He looked at the clock, the neon green numbers coming into focus. 8:16AM. Stretching out his arm, his heart stopped as his hand moved over the cold, empty mattress next to him. He sat up quickly, his body in panic mode. Recognition hit him like a bus as memories from last night’s confrontation came flooding back to him.
Chapter 3 – Sorry Seems to Be the Hardest Word
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Nick rolled over, groaning softly. He looked at the clock, the neon green numbers coming into focus. 8:16AM. Stretching out his arm, his heart stopped as his hand moved over the cold, empty mattress next to him. He sat up quickly, his body in panic mode. Recognition hit him like a bus as memories from last night’s confrontation came flooding back to him.
“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.”
Nick furrowed his brow, resting his forehead in his hand. He had to be to work at ten this morning and he was not looking forward to it. Not after abandoning Sara and losing his temper with a murder suspect.
He had been working Days for a couple weeks as a favor to Grissom, who owed Ecklie a favor. He didn’t like it—there was a reason he was normally on Graveyard shift—but Grissom trusted him to do a good job and disappointing Gris was the last thing Nick wanted to do.
Luckily for him, Sara was on a lifelong mission to please Grissom. She’d do anything for that man, even if it meant overworking herself to the point of exhaustion for his approval. And she had been doing just that—clocking in countless hours of overtime to help Nick out on Days. But who was he to complain?
Realizing he had to move out of bed or else he wasn’t going to make it to work on time, he struggled to his feet and made a beeline for the kitchen. If he was going to make it through a hellish Days shift, he was in dire need of some caffeine.
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“I’m home!” Greg called tentatively, sticking his head in the door. He was met with deafening silence and he sighed deeply, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. He leaned back against it, his head starting to spin. He wasn’t sure whether to blame the sudden dizziness on his illness or the insane amount of guilt he had been felling since he had walked out last night.
But what was he supposed to do? He had bailed on Becka all week because of his sickness, which she understood completely. But she had been calling all week to check up on him and Greg was sick of being stuck at home all day. Jerry Springer and Judge Judy were only interesting for a couple days and even that was pushing it. He was getting antsy and when Becka called him for dinner and a movie, he jumped on the chance.
He hadn’t been expecting Nick to spring that on him, that’s for damn sure. They’d had this arrangement for years now without a single problem. What had changed?
Greg knew Nick hadn’t been seeing anyone else for quite some time, but it’s not like Greg wanted Nick to just sit around and wait for him. Greg was not an exclusive, commitment kind of guy. He thrived on being around lots of people and Nick knew that. So what had changed to make Nick think that things would be different?
Greg had no idea. All he knew was that he couldn’t avoid Nick for the rest of his life. It just wasn’t possible. They lived together and worked together and at some point, their paths would cross again. And, as much as he hated to admit it sometimes, he couldn’t imagine life any different. He was growing quite comfortable waking up next to Nick, stealing kisses in the break-room at work, and kissing him goodnight.
What was wrong with that? Greg frowned, the question burned into his mind since last night. Why did things have to change?
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Greg heard the front door open, then shut quietly and he tensed up subconsciously. He kept stirring the spaghetti sauce on the stovetop, hoping things wouldn’t be overly awkward, but not banking on it. Nick’s broad frame appeared in the doorframe and cast a shadow over the stove where Greg was working.
“Hello,” Nick said, his voice even.
Greg turned and faced his boyfriend, attempting a smile. “Welcome home. How was work?” Nick merely shrugged and Greg turned back to his meal, stirring the pasta slowly. “Dinner’s almost ready. I just have to set the table.”
“I can do it,” he offered.
“Thank you,” Greg muttered, concentrating on anything but the sound of Nick moving next to him to grab some dishes for the table...or the feeling he got when Nick’s hand brushed his arm when he reached for the silverware. Anything but those things.
Greg heard Nick move toward the table and turned off the stove, sliding over to the sink to rinse the pasta. He could practically feel Nick’s eyes burning a hole in the back of his head.
Moments later, Nick’s deep voice spoke the words Greg had been dreading all day. “We need to talk.”
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A/N – Feedback is loved.
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 rolled over, groaning softly. He looked at the clock, the neon green numbers coming into focus. 8:16AM. Stretching out his arm, his heart stopped as his hand moved over the cold, empty mattress next to him. He sat up quickly, his body in panic mode. Recognition hit him like a bus as memories from last night’s confrontation came flooding back to him.
---
Nick rolled over, groaning softly. He looked at the clock, the neon green numbers coming into focus. 8:16AM. Stretching out his arm, his heart stopped as his hand moved over the cold, empty mattress next to him. He sat up quickly, his body in panic mode. Recognition hit him like a bus as memories from last night’s confrontation came flooding back to him.
“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.”
Nick furrowed his brow, resting his forehead in his hand. He had to be to work at ten this morning and he was not looking forward to it. Not after abandoning Sara and losing his temper with a murder suspect.
He had been working Days for a couple weeks as a favor to Grissom, who owed Ecklie a favor. He didn’t like it—there was a reason he was normally on Graveyard shift—but Grissom trusted him to do a good job and disappointing Gris was the last thing Nick wanted to do.
Luckily for him, Sara was on a lifelong mission to please Grissom. She’d do anything for that man, even if it meant overworking herself to the point of exhaustion for his approval. And she had been doing just that—clocking in countless hours of overtime to help Nick out on Days. But who was he to complain?
Realizing he had to move out of bed or else he wasn’t going to make it to work on time, he struggled to his feet and made a beeline for the kitchen. If he was going to make it through a hellish Days shift, he was in dire need of some caffeine.
“I’m home!” Greg called tentatively, sticking his head in the door. He was met with deafening silence and he sighed deeply, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. He leaned back against it, his head starting to spin. He wasn’t sure whether to blame the sudden dizziness on his illness or the insane amount of guilt he had been felling since he had walked out last night.
But what was he supposed to do? He had bailed on Becka all week because of his sickness, which she understood completely. But she had been calling all week to check up on him and Greg was sick of being stuck at home all day. Jerry Springer and Judge Judy were only interesting for a couple days and even that was pushing it. He was getting antsy and when Becka called him for dinner and a movie, he jumped on the chance.
He hadn’t been expecting Nick to spring that on him, that’s for damn sure. They’d had this arrangement for years now without a single problem. What had changed?
Greg knew Nick hadn’t been seeing anyone else for quite some time, but it’s not like Greg wanted Nick to just sit around and wait for him. Greg was not an exclusive, commitment kind of guy. He thrived on being around lots of people and Nick knew that. So what had changed to make Nick think that things would be different?
Greg had no idea. All he knew was that he couldn’t avoid Nick for the rest of his life. It just wasn’t possible. They lived together and worked together and at some point, their paths would cross again. And, as much as he hated to admit it sometimes, he couldn’t imagine life any different. He was growing quite comfortable waking up next to Nick, stealing kisses in the break-room at work, and kissing him goodnight.
What was wrong with that? Greg frowned, the question burned into his mind since last night. Why did things have to change?
Greg heard the front door open, then shut quietly and he tensed up subconsciously. He kept stirring the spaghetti sauce on the stovetop, hoping things wouldn’t be overly awkward, but not banking on it. Nick’s broad frame appeared in the doorframe and cast a shadow over the stove where Greg was working.
“Hello,” Nick said, his voice even.
Greg turned and faced his boyfriend, attempting a smile. “Welcome home. How was work?” Nick merely shrugged and Greg turned back to his meal, stirring the pasta slowly. “Dinner’s almost ready. I just have to set the table.”
“I can do it,” he offered.
“Thank you,” Greg muttered, concentrating on anything but the sound of Nick moving next to him to grab some dishes for the table...or the feeling he got when Nick’s hand brushed his arm when he reached for the silverware. Anything but those things.
Greg heard Nick move toward the table and turned off the stove, sliding over to the sink to rinse the pasta. He could practically feel Nick’s eyes burning a hole in the back of his head.
Moments later, Nick’s deep voice spoke the words Greg had been dreading all day. “We need to talk.”
A/N – Feedback is loved.
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Date: 2007-02-08 11:30 pm (UTC)Okay! Sorry. I'll give you a break. I'll let you have atleast 24 hours rest. Then.... I'll come hunting. JK! Just want more.
Jenn
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Date: 2007-02-09 02:58 am (UTC)<3
Thankyou!
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