Nobody Knows It But Me
Ch 5
Nick/Greg
PG
No warnings or spoliers
I thought about changing the name, but even though Someone knows it, they have no clue how much they love and hurt...
My t-shirt saying for today: "Will Write For Comments"
Sure, they are mine. I also have beach front land in Kansas. If you sue, you'll get it.
Greg slumped down in his seat. “You’re not gonna let this go, huh?”
“Nope,” Sara grinned.
Greg sighed. “You see, it all started over a new video game I bought…” he paused.
“And?” prompted Sara.
“Well, I kinda spent the night with Nick. Which wasn’t the first time I had stayed over… Just the first time we… kissed.”
“Oh my god,” said Sara. “Oh my god.” She pulled into the first parking lot she saw. “You and *Nick*?! He actually kissed you?”
“Well, don’t say it like I have the plague!” grumbled Greg.
“No, it’s not that and you know it,” Sara lightly smacked his arm. She sat back and said, “Nick? Oh my g…”
“Yeah, you said that already.”
“So…” Sara sat up again and grinned at Greg. “Then what happened?”
“You *know* I am *not* giving you any details.” He blushed and looked away.
“Oh my god. There are details?” squeaked Sara, eyes wide.
“Um, anyway, Nick has barely spoken to me since,” said Greg looking down at his hands. “I fell in love and he didn’t. I ruined our friendship.” Greg tried to ignore the tears spilling down his face.
Sara looked at Greg as if she was just realizing what she saw as exciting gossip was sadly effecting Greg. “Oh, Greggo, I’m sorry!” she said putting her arm around his shoulders.
“Yeah, well. Live and learn,” he shrugged.
After Greg pulled himself together Sara drove them to the lab. Sara turned in the bags and Greg went to get his things from the locker. Sara came in the locker room as he was leaving.
“Don’t worry, Greg. I’ll…”
“No!” Then softer, “No, Sara. Just… leave it. It was a long time ago and he probably doesn’t even remember it.”
Greg left and Sara went to her locker deep in thought. When she closed her locker she was face to face with Hodges.
“Whoa, you scared me, Hodges.”
Hodges just tiled his head and said “What’s up with Greg?”
“Nothing.”
“Come on. He was one of us first,” said Hodges irritated. “I heard what he said to you. I know he’s been down about something and now you know what that is. Tell me.”
Sara tried to step around him. “Bye, Hodges.”
Hodges stepped in her way with his hands on his hips. “I mean it, Sara. Tell me.”
Sara just looked at him.
“Don’t make me say I care about him, cause then I would have to kill you and hide the body.”
Sara didn’t know wither to be amused or frightened.
Sara sighed. “Go home, Hodges. You heard Greg. He wants it left alone.”
“And you call yourself his friend. Ha!”
Sara turned to face Hodges. “I *am* his friend. And he wants it left alone!”
“But is that what is best?” Hodges pressed. “For him?”
Sara sighed. “I can’t say anything. I promised. You will just have to ask him yourself.” She left.
“Hodges, as much as I love free beer, I gotta wonder why you invited me out ….” said Greg. They sat in the back of a small dark bar. Hodges had already bought Greg several beers. But he was sipping his second.
“Can’t a guy treat another to drinks? ” Hodges tried for innocence but he blushes with guilt.
Greg let the peanut fall from is hand. “Hodges! Are you flirting with me?”
“No!” exclaimed Hodges and realized he had caused the people around them to stare. He leaned over and whispered. “No. I just… wanted to know… look I care about you.” He quickly added, “As a friend… nothing more. And if you tell any one I said I cared…”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. Kill and hide the body,” said Greg. He finished that bottle as Hodges motioned the bartender to bring another.
“Exactly.” said Hodges. He slowly sipped his beer. He figured Greg was drunk enough to get some answers outta him. “Look. I know something has been bugging you for months… And it has to do with a guy…”
“What?” said Greg almost choking. He sat his beer bottle down with a thump.
“And I want to know what happened and with who…” continued Hodges as if Greg hadn’t interrupted.
“Nothing,” said Greg looking down at his beer. “Nobody,” He picked up a pretzel and slowly twirled in in his fingers..
“Right,” says Hodges drawing it out like he didn’t believe that answer for a second. “ And is this the ‘nothing’ that Sara …”
“Oh my god! Did she tell you?!” asked Greg. He stopped twirling the pretzel and just sat there looking at Hodges.
“No. Although I asked her nicely…” Greg snorted. Hodges ignored him, “She said I would have to ask you.” Hodges shrugged. “So, I’m asking.”
So, quietly over beer and bar snacks Greg told Hodges he was in love with one Nicholas Stokes and how he kissed him one night and ruined the tenuous friendship he had worked so hard to get.
Hodges thought a minute then said “But, if he kissed you back, and mind you, I don’t want any details on *that* or any other things you may have done,” Hodges pointing his bottle at a blushing Greg. “Then that means he is interested, right? He didn’t beat you up in a homophobe fit afterward. He must like you too. ”
“Yeah, I thought… hoped that, but he stopped speaking to me and was laughing and flirting with women and stuff the next night at work.”
Greg stopped there. He was afraid he would break down and cry right there in the bar.
Hodges mumbled something Greg was sure was his usual kill-and-hide-the-body threat. “No. Don’t. It’s… it’s not Nick’s fault. I just need to get over it. After all, we are kinda speaking again now, so… don’t rock the boat. ‘kay?”
Hodges smiled and asked, “You finished? Let’s go.” He helped Greg up and to his car. He took Greg home, woke him up when they got there and helped him inside. He helped him to his bed and took off his shoes and left. All the while he noticed how light Greg was and wondered when was the last time he had eaten.
Sara entered Trace and handed Hodges a bagged gun. “See what you can find on this, then take it to Bobby.”
“I uh, I talked to Greg…”
“That’s nice. I need that ASAP,” she started to turn to go.
“He, uh, we gotta help…”
“No, we don’t.” she said holding her hand up in a ’stop’ motion. “Count me O-U-T out.”
Hodges stood up and shut the door. “This is what we will do…”
“Didn’t you hear me? I said I won’t…” Sara said exasperated.
“Yeah, but you will, cause Greg will keep hurting if you don’t.”
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“That is one seriously dumb plan!” Sara whispered, even though they were alone in the Trace room. “They were at a conference for a *week* together, alone, in another state and barely spoke. How is this gonna work?”
Hodges snarked, “Well, if you can think of better, let’s hear it.”
Sara sighed. She couldn’t think of anything to do and he knew it. Of course she wasn’t *trying* to think of anything to do because Greg had asked her to stay out of it.
“Tonight’s the night, cause they have Thursday and Friday off.”
“Yeah. Okay…” Sara points at him. “But if this fails. It’s all you. I know nothing.” she ends by brushing her hand together as if wiping the clean.
“Figures,” muttered Hodges.
Sara rolled her eyes. “This is so… Jr High. Like passing notes in class….”
“Like I said, if you have a better…”
No,” she sighed, then said “I am *not* forging the notes.”
“I got that covered already.”
Text Message:
Nick, go to Lake Mead, Windmill Community, cabin 214 at 7pm. I’ll be out of range till then. Don’t be late.
Gil
Text Message:
Greg, go to Lake Mead, Windmill Community, cabin 214 at 7pm I’ll be out of range until then. Don’t be late.
Gil.
“What the… How did you…get into Grissom’s messaging service?”
Hodges just smiled.
“You know what? Never mind,” she said turning to leave. “I don’t want to know!”
“Make sure Nick gets there. I’ll see to Greg.
Nick/Greg
PG
No warnings or spoliers
I thought about changing the name, but even though Someone knows it, they have no clue how much they love and hurt...
My t-shirt saying for today: "Will Write For Comments"
Sure, they are mine. I also have beach front land in Kansas. If you sue, you'll get it.
Greg slumped down in his seat. “You’re not gonna let this go, huh?”
“Nope,” Sara grinned.
Greg sighed. “You see, it all started over a new video game I bought…” he paused.
“And?” prompted Sara.
“Well, I kinda spent the night with Nick. Which wasn’t the first time I had stayed over… Just the first time we… kissed.”
“Oh my god,” said Sara. “Oh my god.” She pulled into the first parking lot she saw. “You and *Nick*?! He actually kissed you?”
“Well, don’t say it like I have the plague!” grumbled Greg.
“No, it’s not that and you know it,” Sara lightly smacked his arm. She sat back and said, “Nick? Oh my g…”
“Yeah, you said that already.”
“So…” Sara sat up again and grinned at Greg. “Then what happened?”
“You *know* I am *not* giving you any details.” He blushed and looked away.
“Oh my god. There are details?” squeaked Sara, eyes wide.
“Um, anyway, Nick has barely spoken to me since,” said Greg looking down at his hands. “I fell in love and he didn’t. I ruined our friendship.” Greg tried to ignore the tears spilling down his face.
Sara looked at Greg as if she was just realizing what she saw as exciting gossip was sadly effecting Greg. “Oh, Greggo, I’m sorry!” she said putting her arm around his shoulders.
“Yeah, well. Live and learn,” he shrugged.
After Greg pulled himself together Sara drove them to the lab. Sara turned in the bags and Greg went to get his things from the locker. Sara came in the locker room as he was leaving.
“Don’t worry, Greg. I’ll…”
“No!” Then softer, “No, Sara. Just… leave it. It was a long time ago and he probably doesn’t even remember it.”
Greg left and Sara went to her locker deep in thought. When she closed her locker she was face to face with Hodges.
“Whoa, you scared me, Hodges.”
Hodges just tiled his head and said “What’s up with Greg?”
“Nothing.”
“Come on. He was one of us first,” said Hodges irritated. “I heard what he said to you. I know he’s been down about something and now you know what that is. Tell me.”
Sara tried to step around him. “Bye, Hodges.”
Hodges stepped in her way with his hands on his hips. “I mean it, Sara. Tell me.”
Sara just looked at him.
“Don’t make me say I care about him, cause then I would have to kill you and hide the body.”
Sara didn’t know wither to be amused or frightened.
Sara sighed. “Go home, Hodges. You heard Greg. He wants it left alone.”
“And you call yourself his friend. Ha!”
Sara turned to face Hodges. “I *am* his friend. And he wants it left alone!”
“But is that what is best?” Hodges pressed. “For him?”
Sara sighed. “I can’t say anything. I promised. You will just have to ask him yourself.” She left.
“Hodges, as much as I love free beer, I gotta wonder why you invited me out ….” said Greg. They sat in the back of a small dark bar. Hodges had already bought Greg several beers. But he was sipping his second.
“Can’t a guy treat another to drinks? ” Hodges tried for innocence but he blushes with guilt.
Greg let the peanut fall from is hand. “Hodges! Are you flirting with me?”
“No!” exclaimed Hodges and realized he had caused the people around them to stare. He leaned over and whispered. “No. I just… wanted to know… look I care about you.” He quickly added, “As a friend… nothing more. And if you tell any one I said I cared…”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. Kill and hide the body,” said Greg. He finished that bottle as Hodges motioned the bartender to bring another.
“Exactly.” said Hodges. He slowly sipped his beer. He figured Greg was drunk enough to get some answers outta him. “Look. I know something has been bugging you for months… And it has to do with a guy…”
“What?” said Greg almost choking. He sat his beer bottle down with a thump.
“And I want to know what happened and with who…” continued Hodges as if Greg hadn’t interrupted.
“Nothing,” said Greg looking down at his beer. “Nobody,” He picked up a pretzel and slowly twirled in in his fingers..
“Right,” says Hodges drawing it out like he didn’t believe that answer for a second. “ And is this the ‘nothing’ that Sara …”
“Oh my god! Did she tell you?!” asked Greg. He stopped twirling the pretzel and just sat there looking at Hodges.
“No. Although I asked her nicely…” Greg snorted. Hodges ignored him, “She said I would have to ask you.” Hodges shrugged. “So, I’m asking.”
So, quietly over beer and bar snacks Greg told Hodges he was in love with one Nicholas Stokes and how he kissed him one night and ruined the tenuous friendship he had worked so hard to get.
Hodges thought a minute then said “But, if he kissed you back, and mind you, I don’t want any details on *that* or any other things you may have done,” Hodges pointing his bottle at a blushing Greg. “Then that means he is interested, right? He didn’t beat you up in a homophobe fit afterward. He must like you too. ”
“Yeah, I thought… hoped that, but he stopped speaking to me and was laughing and flirting with women and stuff the next night at work.”
Greg stopped there. He was afraid he would break down and cry right there in the bar.
Hodges mumbled something Greg was sure was his usual kill-and-hide-the-body threat. “No. Don’t. It’s… it’s not Nick’s fault. I just need to get over it. After all, we are kinda speaking again now, so… don’t rock the boat. ‘kay?”
Hodges smiled and asked, “You finished? Let’s go.” He helped Greg up and to his car. He took Greg home, woke him up when they got there and helped him inside. He helped him to his bed and took off his shoes and left. All the while he noticed how light Greg was and wondered when was the last time he had eaten.
Sara entered Trace and handed Hodges a bagged gun. “See what you can find on this, then take it to Bobby.”
“I uh, I talked to Greg…”
“That’s nice. I need that ASAP,” she started to turn to go.
“He, uh, we gotta help…”
“No, we don’t.” she said holding her hand up in a ’stop’ motion. “Count me O-U-T out.”
Hodges stood up and shut the door. “This is what we will do…”
“Didn’t you hear me? I said I won’t…” Sara said exasperated.
“Yeah, but you will, cause Greg will keep hurting if you don’t.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“That is one seriously dumb plan!” Sara whispered, even though they were alone in the Trace room. “They were at a conference for a *week* together, alone, in another state and barely spoke. How is this gonna work?”
Hodges snarked, “Well, if you can think of better, let’s hear it.”
Sara sighed. She couldn’t think of anything to do and he knew it. Of course she wasn’t *trying* to think of anything to do because Greg had asked her to stay out of it.
“Tonight’s the night, cause they have Thursday and Friday off.”
“Yeah. Okay…” Sara points at him. “But if this fails. It’s all you. I know nothing.” she ends by brushing her hand together as if wiping the clean.
“Figures,” muttered Hodges.
Sara rolled her eyes. “This is so… Jr High. Like passing notes in class….”
“Like I said, if you have a better…”
No,” she sighed, then said “I am *not* forging the notes.”
“I got that covered already.”
Text Message:
Nick, go to Lake Mead, Windmill Community, cabin 214 at 7pm. I’ll be out of range till then. Don’t be late.
Gil
Text Message:
Greg, go to Lake Mead, Windmill Community, cabin 214 at 7pm I’ll be out of range until then. Don’t be late.
Gil.
“What the… How did you…get into Grissom’s messaging service?”
Hodges just smiled.
“You know what? Never mind,” she said turning to leave. “I don’t want to know!”
“Make sure Nick gets there. I’ll see to Greg.