A shattered Heart
Title: A shattered heart
Author: Sblomie-girl
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Authors note: this is a continuation of 'Supposed to be'
It was Jacqui who realised Greg was missing. Not because of the absence of music and bright shirts but because the atmosphere in the entire lab felt wrong, too subdue for her liking.
She found him red eyed and huddled on one of the benches in the locker room. She didn’t need to ask what was wrong; she’d been half-expecting it.
He looked so wretched, knees drawn up to his chest, spikes drooping slightly; almost child-like in appearance. She’d never seen him so still.
Sitting down beside him, she slipped an arm around Greg. Despite his crazy stunts, eccentric behaviour and annoying music, she had a soft spot for him, hell, maybe it was because of those things.
He rested his newly dyed head on her shoulder. This week the spikes were black, but who knew how long this colour would last.
“I’m so stupid.” He finally said, voice shaking with emotion
“No honey, you’re not-”
“He told me he loved me” cut in Greg, “And I believed him. I’m so stupid.”
Tears were flowing freely again. Jacqui lifted her hand and gently wiped them away. She didn’t know what it was about the kid, but he always seemed to bring out a maternal instinct in her, weather he was breaking rules or crying his eyes out, she became the mother and he the child. It was just the way their friendship worked.
“You’re not stupid Greg. When it comes to Nick, you’re just like a teenager in love: you think he’s God’s gift, you love him, and you didn’t want to believe that he’d hurt you. You know what Bobby always says ‘love makes you do the wacky’ and you already have a head start with the wackiness.
Greg laughed bitterly, pulling away slightly to look Jacqui in the eyes. “That’s how everyone sees me, isn’t it? Wacky little Sanders, someone who’s up for a laugh and pushes all the boundaries, right?” His bitter laugh returned as he glanced down to the tiled floor. It made Jacqui flinch, it didn’t sound like the Greg she knew at all.
“I don’t think of you like that.” And she meant it too. “I think you’re a remarkable young man and if you mother had lived to see what you’ve become, I’m sure she’d be proud of you, I know I am. You’re an amazing DNA tech, and when Grissom’s lets you, you’ll be just as good out in the field. I know that despite your bizarre liquid latex fetish, you’re a lot more naïve and innocent than you let on. I know you have a heart of gold which belongs to a certain asshole cowboy, who by the way might just find a place on Doc. Robbins table tonight, courtesy of me.”
Greg smiled slightly; it was vague watery shadow of his usual grin but a smile nonetheless. “That’s all very well; Jacqui but those things mean nothing now.”
He brought his knees down and wiped his eyes with the back of his sleeve. He sniffed, and began to sob quietly.
“He’s The One, y’know? I’m sure of it. Why can’t he see it too?”
“I don’t know, Sweetie.” She wrapped her arms around him once more, and cradled him like a small child. “It must be horrible for you.”
He shook his head as she rocked him gently “I think horrible is still on its way” He half choked out, breathing becoming ragged once more “Right now its worse, right now I’m just trying to keep from dying.” His small body began to shake in her arms, “I can’t breathe, Jacqui. It feels like I can’t breathe.”
Jacqui sat rocking the fellow lab rat for hours. No one missed them; all cases had been wrapped up early, many were simply lounging around gossiping and laughing, unaware of the heartbreaking scene unfolding in the locker room.
Jacqui made a silent vow, as she shushed the crying kid, the person who was the closest thing she had to a son. A vow that Nicholas Stokes was going to get much more than a piece of her mind for hurting Greg, much more.
Author: Sblomie-girl
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Authors note: this is a continuation of 'Supposed to be'
It was Jacqui who realised Greg was missing. Not because of the absence of music and bright shirts but because the atmosphere in the entire lab felt wrong, too subdue for her liking.
She found him red eyed and huddled on one of the benches in the locker room. She didn’t need to ask what was wrong; she’d been half-expecting it.
He looked so wretched, knees drawn up to his chest, spikes drooping slightly; almost child-like in appearance. She’d never seen him so still.
Sitting down beside him, she slipped an arm around Greg. Despite his crazy stunts, eccentric behaviour and annoying music, she had a soft spot for him, hell, maybe it was because of those things.
He rested his newly dyed head on her shoulder. This week the spikes were black, but who knew how long this colour would last.
“I’m so stupid.” He finally said, voice shaking with emotion
“No honey, you’re not-”
“He told me he loved me” cut in Greg, “And I believed him. I’m so stupid.”
Tears were flowing freely again. Jacqui lifted her hand and gently wiped them away. She didn’t know what it was about the kid, but he always seemed to bring out a maternal instinct in her, weather he was breaking rules or crying his eyes out, she became the mother and he the child. It was just the way their friendship worked.
“You’re not stupid Greg. When it comes to Nick, you’re just like a teenager in love: you think he’s God’s gift, you love him, and you didn’t want to believe that he’d hurt you. You know what Bobby always says ‘love makes you do the wacky’ and you already have a head start with the wackiness.
Greg laughed bitterly, pulling away slightly to look Jacqui in the eyes. “That’s how everyone sees me, isn’t it? Wacky little Sanders, someone who’s up for a laugh and pushes all the boundaries, right?” His bitter laugh returned as he glanced down to the tiled floor. It made Jacqui flinch, it didn’t sound like the Greg she knew at all.
“I don’t think of you like that.” And she meant it too. “I think you’re a remarkable young man and if you mother had lived to see what you’ve become, I’m sure she’d be proud of you, I know I am. You’re an amazing DNA tech, and when Grissom’s lets you, you’ll be just as good out in the field. I know that despite your bizarre liquid latex fetish, you’re a lot more naïve and innocent than you let on. I know you have a heart of gold which belongs to a certain asshole cowboy, who by the way might just find a place on Doc. Robbins table tonight, courtesy of me.”
Greg smiled slightly; it was vague watery shadow of his usual grin but a smile nonetheless. “That’s all very well; Jacqui but those things mean nothing now.”
He brought his knees down and wiped his eyes with the back of his sleeve. He sniffed, and began to sob quietly.
“He’s The One, y’know? I’m sure of it. Why can’t he see it too?”
“I don’t know, Sweetie.” She wrapped her arms around him once more, and cradled him like a small child. “It must be horrible for you.”
He shook his head as she rocked him gently “I think horrible is still on its way” He half choked out, breathing becoming ragged once more “Right now its worse, right now I’m just trying to keep from dying.” His small body began to shake in her arms, “I can’t breathe, Jacqui. It feels like I can’t breathe.”
Jacqui sat rocking the fellow lab rat for hours. No one missed them; all cases had been wrapped up early, many were simply lounging around gossiping and laughing, unaware of the heartbreaking scene unfolding in the locker room.
Jacqui made a silent vow, as she shushed the crying kid, the person who was the closest thing she had to a son. A vow that Nicholas Stokes was going to get much more than a piece of her mind for hurting Greg, much more.