This was originally a joke-reply to a comment by Caroline Crane on her LJ, taking her words and morphing them into a fic involving Nick and Greg…it’s a long story. Suffice to say, I’ve reworked it a bit to make it MY words, sort of, and turned it into a stand-alone fic.
Title: Three Days
Characters: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG _13 (for sexual implications and language)
Greg’s POV
Word Count: 612
Three Days
Most days, I really love my job. It’s terrific. I work with great people, and am involved with an important service. Seriously unsucky stuff. But days like today…the suck factor is high. I’m stuck back in the lab. The lab I labored two long years to escape from, processing other CSI’s evidence because I may be called to testify in a federal case. Now, the feds have absolutely no intention of calling me. I’m just one lowly cog on the giant wheel of their case, but here I sit. Three lousy days of sitting so far, with no end in sight. It is only slightly easier to bear due to Grissom and Nick being stuck, sitting, as well. Still.
Three lousy days! With Hodges! Hodges, who reads Internet porn at work. Don’t we have filters for that stuff? He thinks he’s being discreet by switching screens every time I walk by. Lousy amateur.
Three fucking days! I suppose I could have called in. I need to spend some time packing and looking for a new apartment. The ugliest, most run-down complex in Vegas is going condo. Read, “We can charge three times as much and still refuse to make any repairs” for condo. “You can buy in, Mr. Sanders. Only twenty thousand down.” Sure. Just rip out my eye and add to my pain.
God in heaven, I’m going to go insane. Or kill Hodges. When the whole apartment thing came up, I waited for Nick to say something like “we spend every night together anyway, why don’t you just move in with me?” But it didn’t happen. So. Maybe he’s not as crazy about me as I thought.
I’m going to lunch early. I can’t take this anymore.
“G, you want to grab some lunch?” Shit! Does that man read minds?
“Yeah. I’m growing calluses on my butt.” Very descriptive. Way to impress Nick with your wit and charm, Sanders. That will make him want you around full time. Dumb ass.
“Any luck finding a place?” Really, now this is scary. He must read minds…at least mine.
“Honestly, I haven’t started looking. I’m in denial.” He’s so cute when he laughs. At least I can still accomplish that, even if he doesn’t love me as much as I’d hoped.
“I’ve been thinking about that. You know we spend every night together anyway. Why don’t you just move in with me?” He looks so hopeful! He does love me after all! Hot Damn!
“Really?” Jesus, Sanders! Are you simple?!
“Really, G. I should have asked you before. It must be really stressful for you. Let’s get out of here for a while and I’ll see if I can get your mind off it.” God I love it when he wiggles his eyebrows like that! I want to do very work inappropriate things right now…but Hodges is watching. Damn him.
“I’m driving.” It’s good to assert my masculinity every once in a while.
“What ever you want, Greg. Let’s go eat and figure out where we can put all you stuff.”
Yeah…most days I really love my job. I get to help put the bad guys away, and bonus! I get to ogle Nick, too. Score me! I still want to kill Hodges.
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Date: 2007-02-28 12:12 am (UTC)Sorry, this story just hit a nerve, I feel Greg's pain and I don't even have Nick to make up for it.
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Date: 2007-02-28 12:43 am (UTC)Not a fun experience.
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Date: 2007-02-28 03:54 am (UTC)Thanks for reading.