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nickngregTitle: Destiny
Chapter: 6/7
Rating: PG
Summary: Nick is back in Dallas and the only thing he can think about is Greg.
Two days being back in Dallas and there hadn’t been a moment when Nick hadn’t thought about Greg. He checked every five dollar bill he his hands on, but so far there was no phone number. There were even times when he bought just something to get change, but nothing. The one he wanted and needed wasn’t among any of them.
“Josh? Do you believe in destiny? That certain things are supposed to happen?” Nick asked his friend on a quite night a week after his return from Chicago.
Josh looked up and gave Nick a confused look.
“You mean people supposed to be together? You do something bad to someone else and than something bad happens to you as well? That kind of stuff?”
“Yeah”
“Not really. I don’t think there is some higher power deciding how your life is going to work out.”
“Not like that. More like ‘Two people meeting under the weirdest ever circumstances and coming together’. Like a series of coincidences.”
“In my opinion your whole life is a huge coincidence,” Josh laughed.
Nick sighed, frustrated. Why did he think that he could have that sort of conversation with Josh?
“You know, Stokes, since you got back from Chicago you’ve been unhappy. Anything I should know about? Or maybe someone?”
“Well… there is this… someone.”
“So you met someone in Chicago. And she broke your heart?”
Nick was thinking. Should he correct his friend? Tell him it was a guy he’d met, but he decided it wasn’t the right moment.
“Yeah, something like that. We had two really great days; she was at the convention as well. We had this thing going on…” Nick trailed off.
“In other words you fucked her.”
“We slept with each other.”
At this Nick could hear Josh sighing.
“First mistake. Don’t get involved emotionally, ‘cause that always ends badly. Meeting someone at something like a convention, far, far away from where you work or live, it can’t end well. And don’t even start to argue that you are not emotionally involved, because the way I see it, you are head over heels.”
Nick just stayed silent, knowing perfectly that whatever he could say, Josh would just keep on going with his little speech.
“So, where is she from originally?”
“West Coast.”
“And how did things end? Or wait. Let me take a guess. You had a romantic breakfast in either your or her room, then went to the convention, and then separated, probably after another lunch or something like that together. You asked her for her number, and she broke your heart. How right am I?”
“Apart from the number thing, you are right. Am I that predictable?”
“Well no, but you are just the kind of guy who would that sort of thing. So what happened with the number? ‘Cause I am pretty sure you asked.”
“Was written on a five dollar bill and left for the waitress.”
“What? Why?”
“Destiny. When I get the bill with the number back, it’ll be destiny.”
“Are you serious? That is the most insane shit I have ever heard. I mean you were in Chicago, a city full of tourists. God know where that bill is now. Could be everywhere, like Russia or Italy, with some tourist who collects stuff like that.”
“So what do I do now?”
“Forget about her. Because I doubt you’ll ever see that bill again.”
“Another option?”
“Well, you are a CSI. Isn’t it your job to find things? Maybe you’ll get lucky; somehow manage to find her without that bill. Honestly? I doubt you’ll be able to track that bill down.”
“Do you have any ideas how many crime labs there are on the West Coast?”
“Database?”
“You think crime lab employees are in a database?”
“Well they have to go through all sorts of screening and shit when starting, so I am sure there have to be fingerprints and photos somewhere.”
“You know that might actually work.” Nick exclaimed, and left the break room to find a computer.
But twenty minutes later he left the lab frustrated. No sign of Greg in the computer.
How could that be?
During the next two weeks he searched the Internet, only to discover one hundred and fifty-six Greg Sanders living on the West Coast.
There was a moment of hope when he remembered the card that had been with the suitcase. It had Greg’s contact information on it! But he had thrown it away. How stupid could someone be? And he hadn’t saved the number in his cell. He hadn’t thought he’d need it back then.
Slowly he began to accept the fact he probably would never see Greg again. Which pained him, because he really had liked Greg.
Three months later he hadn’t forgotten about Greg, but had abandoned all hope of ever finding the bill with Greg’s number. Maybe he should have gone back to the diner and just asked the waitress for it. He could have had her make change, or even just exchanged it for another one. Greg had made sure he go into the cab with him before he even knew about the bill.
Sometimes, Nick thought he saw Greg on the street. He would hurry up to him, only to discover a stranger looking back at him. Pretty soon he was seeing Greg everywhere, but none were really the man he was in love with.
Nick didn’t know what was worse; the fact that he knew his name but couldn’t find out where he lived or that he was a CSI and had just proved he failed completely at his job.
A few more months passed and Nick had made up his mind to leave Dallas. By now his friend Josh had moved to Florida. They had been in and out of contact and Nick felt a bit alone occasionally. He had always toyed with the idea of moving out of Texas. Of leaving the fact that he was the son of a judge in the Texan Supreme Court behind him. He had always felt the need to live up to certain expectations.
Not that his parents were against him joining the PD, they had supported him. There were times he thought people believed he got the job because of who his dad was. Nick knew better. His father hadn’t had anything to do with Nick getting into the Dallas PD so quickly, but he knew some people liked to think otherwise.
So moving someplace else might be a great idea.
And that’s why he applied for the job as CSI 1.
In Las Vegas.
And got the job.
******
He had been with the Las Vegas Crime lab a little over four months now. His colleagues had been all very friendly and gave him a warm welcome. He hadn’t really managed to get his mind settled on Gil Grissom, his boss. He was a bit weird; seemed to be fascinated by bugs. He didn’t really seem to be the social kind of guy.
Catherine was the complete opposite. She seemed to be the closest person to Grissom, but was nothing like him. She was outgoing, social and fun to be around. She was great if you needed someone to talk to, always had the right advice and plenty of it.
Warrick was about Nick’s age and had spent his whole life in Vegas. He was a great guy, with one tiny problem. He had a gambling habit. That brought him more trouble he needed, but other than that Warrick was a great friend and always there when Nick needed him.
Chapter: 6/7
Rating: PG
Summary: Nick is back in Dallas and the only thing he can think about is Greg.
Two days being back in Dallas and there hadn’t been a moment when Nick hadn’t thought about Greg. He checked every five dollar bill he his hands on, but so far there was no phone number. There were even times when he bought just something to get change, but nothing. The one he wanted and needed wasn’t among any of them.
“Josh? Do you believe in destiny? That certain things are supposed to happen?” Nick asked his friend on a quite night a week after his return from Chicago.
Josh looked up and gave Nick a confused look.
“You mean people supposed to be together? You do something bad to someone else and than something bad happens to you as well? That kind of stuff?”
“Yeah”
“Not really. I don’t think there is some higher power deciding how your life is going to work out.”
“Not like that. More like ‘Two people meeting under the weirdest ever circumstances and coming together’. Like a series of coincidences.”
“In my opinion your whole life is a huge coincidence,” Josh laughed.
Nick sighed, frustrated. Why did he think that he could have that sort of conversation with Josh?
“You know, Stokes, since you got back from Chicago you’ve been unhappy. Anything I should know about? Or maybe someone?”
“Well… there is this… someone.”
“So you met someone in Chicago. And she broke your heart?”
Nick was thinking. Should he correct his friend? Tell him it was a guy he’d met, but he decided it wasn’t the right moment.
“Yeah, something like that. We had two really great days; she was at the convention as well. We had this thing going on…” Nick trailed off.
“In other words you fucked her.”
“We slept with each other.”
At this Nick could hear Josh sighing.
“First mistake. Don’t get involved emotionally, ‘cause that always ends badly. Meeting someone at something like a convention, far, far away from where you work or live, it can’t end well. And don’t even start to argue that you are not emotionally involved, because the way I see it, you are head over heels.”
Nick just stayed silent, knowing perfectly that whatever he could say, Josh would just keep on going with his little speech.
“So, where is she from originally?”
“West Coast.”
“And how did things end? Or wait. Let me take a guess. You had a romantic breakfast in either your or her room, then went to the convention, and then separated, probably after another lunch or something like that together. You asked her for her number, and she broke your heart. How right am I?”
“Apart from the number thing, you are right. Am I that predictable?”
“Well no, but you are just the kind of guy who would that sort of thing. So what happened with the number? ‘Cause I am pretty sure you asked.”
“Was written on a five dollar bill and left for the waitress.”
“What? Why?”
“Destiny. When I get the bill with the number back, it’ll be destiny.”
“Are you serious? That is the most insane shit I have ever heard. I mean you were in Chicago, a city full of tourists. God know where that bill is now. Could be everywhere, like Russia or Italy, with some tourist who collects stuff like that.”
“So what do I do now?”
“Forget about her. Because I doubt you’ll ever see that bill again.”
“Another option?”
“Well, you are a CSI. Isn’t it your job to find things? Maybe you’ll get lucky; somehow manage to find her without that bill. Honestly? I doubt you’ll be able to track that bill down.”
“Do you have any ideas how many crime labs there are on the West Coast?”
“Database?”
“You think crime lab employees are in a database?”
“Well they have to go through all sorts of screening and shit when starting, so I am sure there have to be fingerprints and photos somewhere.”
“You know that might actually work.” Nick exclaimed, and left the break room to find a computer.
But twenty minutes later he left the lab frustrated. No sign of Greg in the computer.
How could that be?
During the next two weeks he searched the Internet, only to discover one hundred and fifty-six Greg Sanders living on the West Coast.
There was a moment of hope when he remembered the card that had been with the suitcase. It had Greg’s contact information on it! But he had thrown it away. How stupid could someone be? And he hadn’t saved the number in his cell. He hadn’t thought he’d need it back then.
Slowly he began to accept the fact he probably would never see Greg again. Which pained him, because he really had liked Greg.
Three months later he hadn’t forgotten about Greg, but had abandoned all hope of ever finding the bill with Greg’s number. Maybe he should have gone back to the diner and just asked the waitress for it. He could have had her make change, or even just exchanged it for another one. Greg had made sure he go into the cab with him before he even knew about the bill.
Sometimes, Nick thought he saw Greg on the street. He would hurry up to him, only to discover a stranger looking back at him. Pretty soon he was seeing Greg everywhere, but none were really the man he was in love with.
Nick didn’t know what was worse; the fact that he knew his name but couldn’t find out where he lived or that he was a CSI and had just proved he failed completely at his job.
A few more months passed and Nick had made up his mind to leave Dallas. By now his friend Josh had moved to Florida. They had been in and out of contact and Nick felt a bit alone occasionally. He had always toyed with the idea of moving out of Texas. Of leaving the fact that he was the son of a judge in the Texan Supreme Court behind him. He had always felt the need to live up to certain expectations.
Not that his parents were against him joining the PD, they had supported him. There were times he thought people believed he got the job because of who his dad was. Nick knew better. His father hadn’t had anything to do with Nick getting into the Dallas PD so quickly, but he knew some people liked to think otherwise.
So moving someplace else might be a great idea.
And that’s why he applied for the job as CSI 1.
In Las Vegas.
And got the job.
******
He had been with the Las Vegas Crime lab a little over four months now. His colleagues had been all very friendly and gave him a warm welcome. He hadn’t really managed to get his mind settled on Gil Grissom, his boss. He was a bit weird; seemed to be fascinated by bugs. He didn’t really seem to be the social kind of guy.
Catherine was the complete opposite. She seemed to be the closest person to Grissom, but was nothing like him. She was outgoing, social and fun to be around. She was great if you needed someone to talk to, always had the right advice and plenty of it.
Warrick was about Nick’s age and had spent his whole life in Vegas. He was a great guy, with one tiny problem. He had a gambling habit. That brought him more trouble he needed, but other than that Warrick was a great friend and always there when Nick needed him.
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Date: 2007-09-09 09:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-10 07:33 pm (UTC)And well.... will they be reunited? Well... guess I am the only person knowing. *evil laugh*
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