Lemon chapter 3
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nickngregTitle: Lemon (3/4)
Rating: G-PG
Warnings: angst. It's a song-fic, and there is mentions of hetero in here...not specified though. Also, my terrible writing.
Summary: Nick and Greg break up. Greg tries to forget. After all, what are bad memories but sour lemons that one has to throw away?--My beloved season calls me, because I always feel you in me.--
Spoilers: Uh, not any that I know of, unless you count the unimportant transition of Greg going from Lab Rat to CSI...
Previous Chapters:
[Lemon Chapter 1]
[Lemon Chapter 2]
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI. I don't own Gone with the Wind, or Season's Call. Hyde owns the lyrics, and the music of course.
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Karamitsuku kaze ni sakarai ushinatta kisetsu wo sagashite iru
Wazuka demo mezasu houkou e azayaka na kioku ga tsukiugokasu
I go against the wind that twines around me, searching for the lost season
Though they're few, bright memories are aroused as I follow my course
He stood in front of one of the many casinos on the Strip. It was bright with artificial lighting and windy, though not as windy as the deserts.
He pulled his jacket tighter around him, and headed down the lit path.
How many cuts should I repeat?
How many fates should I accept?
Does it have an end?
Greg shivered as his eyes landed on one of the many dark alleys that littered the strip; he hated how they seemed so spooky.
(“I don’t see why you’re so afraid of them; all they are is dark paths between buildings.”
“You don’t understand Nicky! They house drug lords, prostitutes, and those freaky people who aspire to kill others! How can I not be afraid of them?”
Nick chuckled at Greg as he pulled him closer, “How about I protect you from those “freaky people?”
Greg glared up at Nick, and pouted, “Alright Superman. Lead the way.”)
Even if Greg was mad at Nick, he just wished that he was here, to save him from the freaky people.
Itsumo karadajuu wo kimi ga kakemeguri afuresou
Dakara kowakunai yo ashita mo
Because I always feel you in me
You're always running through my body, nearly overflowing
That's why I'm not afraid of tomorrow
Because I always feel you in me
Pushing the key into the lock, he quickly unlocked the door and went inside; escaping the paranoid sense that someone was following him.
After making sure the door was locked tightly, he dropped the keys on a table in the hallway, and pulled his shoes off.
Going to the kitchen, Greg quickly went to work at brewing his coffee, determined to get some kind of caffeine into his almost dead body.
He immediately went into the bedroom and changed, switching the almost worn jeans for a pair of comfortable flannel pants, and the white button down for a large t-shirt.
Making his way back to the kitchen, he made his way to the already finished coffee, and poured it into one of the many porcelain coffee mugs.
After settling himself onto the couch, he switched on the TV. It was his way of unwinding after a tough case such as he had been on since a day before.
(“Rhett, Rhett... Rhett, if you go, where shall I go? What shall I do?”
Nick groaned at the cheesiness of the move, “G, do we really have to watch this?”
“Nicky! It’s Gone with the Wind! It’s a classic movie!”
“Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.”
He nodded, “I agree with you there buddy.”
Greg pouted and slapped Nick, “You asshole…you missed the point of the movie.”
“So he leaves her…”
“It’s romantic Nicky.”
“It’s old Greggie.” He mimicked as he leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.
Pulling away, Greg grinned, “It is kinda cheesy isn’t it?”
“Duh G.”
“Rhett! Rhett, where are you going?” Greg mimicked in a high voice, cracking slightly from the strain.
Nick shook his head, then in an over dramatic voice he replied, “I'm going back to Charleston, back where I belong”
They both burst into fits of laughter, the laughs echoing over the music.
As it died down, Greg snuggled into his side, “I love you Rhett.”
“Love you too Scarlett.”)
Greg sighed as he watched the ending credits of Gone with the Wind the memories flooding back to him, remembering the reverberated laughter around them that night…it seemed like it was years ago…when it was really only a few months.
Kawakikitta nodo e nagashita kimi no na de kokoro wo uruoshiteku
How many cuts should I repeat?
How many fates should I accept?
Does it have an end?
As your name flows down my parched throat, it moistens my heart
How many cuts should I repeat?
How many fates should I accept?
Does it have an end?
Later that day, he was finally able to pull himself off the couch and drive to the lab; after all, it wasn’t like he had to do anything important, no cases…just some reports and then maybe helping with the back-logged lab.
“Hey, Sanders, there you are. Nick’s looking for you.”
Greg looked up from the report that he had been in the process of revising, “huh?”
Warrick chuckled and shook his head, “That must be one interesting report.”
“Oh, no, I was just making sure that it made sense. What did you say?”
He rolled his eyes, “Nick’s lookin’ for you. He’s in the break room. Says it’s important.”
Greg nodded as he started to put away the papers that were spread out in front of him.
“Just go, I’ll finish this.”
He nodded again, getting up and leaving the room.
As he trekked down the hallway towards the break room, he wondered what Nick wanted. Was he calling him in there because of something he did? Did he screw up on a case that they had partnered on?
The questions still buzzed through his mind as he walked through the doors and walked over to the older man.
“You wanted to see me?”
Nick looked up from the table, “We have a case.”
The air around them was awkward and quiet; Nick stared at Greg, trying to gauge his reaction.
“What do you have so far?” Greg said emotionlessly as he sat down across from Nick.
Nick sighed, and didn’t know whether to be disappointed or relieved at his question, “It’s an odd one. The victim was found outside in a woodsy area, fifteen miles from the house. “
Nodding his head, Greg wrote down some notes, “Okay, so the victim?”
“Male, age ten. No siblings.”
Greg paused and looked up, “So? That’s not any different than most cases we have.”
“It is, considering the victim was found almost buried, with half of a cake, a shotgun, birthday card and in a body bag.”
Haruka ano tori no you sora wo tobikoete yuketara
Itsumo tsutaete iyou ai wo
Because I always feel you in me
You taught me how to love
I feel. I can do anything
If I could fly across the sky like that far away bird
I'd always tell you I love you
Because I always feel you in me
You taught me how to love
I feel. I can do anything
Early next morning, Greg had arrived back at his apartment. His body tired once again, as he slowly trudged into the living room and fell onto the couch.
He rested his head against the cushions of the couch. His mind wandering back to the night before, why had Nick been so nice to him? Was it out of pity, or was it because she had taken a vacation and he had no one to play his Superman routine on?
Greg sighed, and smashed his face into the cushions, trying to block out all the thoughts in his head.
“I’m sorry Greg, I love you…”
He picked his head up and looked around the apartment, wondering if Nick really meant what he said
“I just can’t. It’s not right…it’s wrong.”
Greg shook his head and closed his eyes, laying back on the couch, attempting to get at least some sleep.
(There was loud, high pitched ringing in his ear, he groggily opened his eyes, and noticed that his cell phone was making the noise.
Thinking it was a call from work; he sat up in the bed and picked it up, “Sanders.” He said as he waited for the other to say something.
“G?”
Greg smiled, “Hey Nicky, what’s up?”
“I can’t sleep.”
Frowning, he got up and stretched, “Why not?”
“Remember that case I was working on? The one about the child abuse victim?”
“Shit, are you alright?”
He heard Nick’s shallow breath, “No.”
Greg cursed in his head; it must be really bad if Nick would admit to it, “You want me to come over?”
“No...just open your door.”
“What the-” a knock on the front door interrupted him. He moved around the bed and clutter as he left the room and went to the door to the front door, “Nick?” he asked as he opened the door.
Nick stood in front of him, his eyes were bloodshot and he had this certain depression around him.
“Come in.” Greg said as he ushered Nick inside, walking him over to the couch, “You want something to drink?”
Nick shook his head and went to the couch, Greg following behind him. As they sat down, Greg was pulled into Nick’s arms.
“I couldn’t do anything about it G…” he whispered, his body shaking.
Greg wrapped his arms around Nick, “It’s not your fault…really…”
“Yes it is, if only I could have gotten more evidence, and a stronger claim, that bastard would be behind bars, not beatin’ on his other little boy somewhere.”
“Oh Nicky…”
The shaking got more noticeable, “How can anyone do that? Beat a five year old…while he’s sleeping…then strangle him until he cries out so much that his voice is gone…”
“There are some messed up people out there…I feel for you guys, I’m in the lab getting the leftovers while you guys are out there witnessing it first hand, I’m really amazed. It’d break me down the first time I saw it.”
Nick smiled up at Greg, “Sometimes I’d like the get the leftovers. The main course is too much.”
Greg chuckled, “Nicky, you need sleep, you’re already losing your marbles.”
“What about the nightmares?”
Wrapping his arms tighter around Nick, Greg maneuvered them on the couch, “I’ll chase them away.”
Smiling, Nick closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.)
Yume ni egaku sekai wo kimi no me no mae ni hirogetai
Dakara kowakunai yo ashita mo
I want to spread out the world I've dreamed of before your eyes
That's why I'm not afraid of tomorrow
A shrill ringing woke him up, and Greg barely registered it as his alarm clock. His groggy mind ignorant to all the previous thoughts, only his dream on his mind.
Reaching over, he picked up his silent cell phone and opened it, squinting at the brightness of the screen’s light.
The time proclaimed that it was way too early for him to be up, but too late for him to get a decent sleep, so he threw his legs over the side and sat up.
Rubbing his eyes, his mind went back to the dream, almost wondering why Nick hadn’t called, hadn’t did anything the whole night.
He shook his head; he was supposed to be mad at Nick, not wondering why he didn’t call to tell him about a nightmare. For all he cared, Nick could have gone to some whore so she could help him forget the demons.
Looking back at the screen, he noticed, that the screen proclaimed that he had a new voicemail.
Dialing the number to the mailbox, he put the phone to his ear, immediately, heavy breathing echoed over the speaker.
“Greg...I know you’re mad at me, but please, call me back…please…”
The message cut off and Greg was considering calling back Nick to tell him off for coming to him for comfort…but instead…
“Please press one to replay the message.”
My beloved season calls me
It had been nearly minutes, when he got another message, this time; it was dated three hours prior to him awakening.
“Greg…I need to talk to someone…I can’t sleep…my thoughts keep on going back to that case…How hopeless it was…” there was a pause, “Why did they do it? Why kill your own child…especially on his birthday? What kind of parents do tha-”
Greg quickly shut the phone, and shoved it under the cushion.
“What kind of parents do that?” he whispered to himself, hearing Nick’s voice in his mind.
(“Don’t worry Nicky, whenever you need to talk, I’ll always be there.” He whispered as he stroked Nick’s back.
“Thanks G. Love you.”
“Me too Nicky…”)
Because I always feel you in me
Greg reached under the cushions and pulled the phone out, dialing a number, he pressed it to his ear, listening to the boring ringing sound.
"Hello?"
Taking a deep breath, he ignored the way his heart seemed to beat faster
“Nick…I think we need to talk…”
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Well, one more chapter...but I'm working on three other fics....
*sighs*
Anyway, I hope you like this chapter...and see? Things are looking up for them...but will it happen?
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Date: 2008-02-13 01:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-13 01:44 am (UTC)I actually have it typed and posted on my fanfiction account on ff.net...so yeah...it's done...
Just havent got around to posting it..
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Date: 2008-02-13 04:58 am (UTC)I'll just sit here patiently for the last chapter.
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Date: 2008-02-13 05:02 am (UTC)I promise the last chapter will be up by 4:00 my time (it's midnoght here...) so yeah...
It'll be shortly after I get out of school...
and now, I have to go to bed...
So thanks for reading!
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Date: 2008-02-14 06:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-14 09:58 pm (UTC)It sounds hopeful? That's good.
I planned to make it angsty to the max...but I decided not to...
Glad you enjoyed it!