New Fic: Unrequited
Well, it certainly has been a while since I posted anything. I've been dealing with a block and getting anything written has been extremely difficult. Plus, this season hasn't been very inspiring for me. Not much Nick-centric stuff going on.
This isn't betaed. Any mistakes you find are all mine.
They don't belong to me. No money being made. Rating: PG
No spoilers to speak of. Just a brief reference to Gum Drops. Story takes place any time after Way To Go.
Feedback welcome.....
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Unrequited
Every night, when Grissom handed out the assignments, it was the same thing.
Monday: “Greg, you and Warrick have suspicious circs over at the Bellagio. Catherine, I want you and Nick to handle the liquor store robbery on Springvale Ave. Sara, you’re with me.”
Tuesday: “Catherine, there’s a 419 at UNLV. Take Greg with you. Vega is already there, he can give you more details. Nick, you and Warrick can work the B&E out in Henderson. Sara, you’re with me.”
Wednesday: “Nick, there was a sexual assault over at the Saturn Arms. Catherine is already on her way to the hospital to speak with the vic and to collect the SART kit. I need you to go to the scene and see what you can find. Warrick, take Sanders and meet Brass out in Laughlin. He’s got an abandoned car with body in the trunk. Sara, you’re with me.”
Thursday: “Warrick is in court and Greg called in sick so it’s a good thing it’s fairly quiet tonight. Catherine and Nick, body in a dumpster down on Stackpole Street. That’s gang territory so watch yourselves. Vartan is there waiting for you. Sara, you’re with me.”
Friday: “Catherine, you’ve got what looks like a murder/suicide out at Lake Mead. Take both Warrick and Nick with you. Sophia will meet you there. Greg is still sick. Sara, you’re with me.”
Every night.
Every single night.
“Sara you’re with me.”
Nick was getting sick of this hated phrase. It had reached the point where he was hearing it in his sleep.
“Sara, you’re with me”.
And the thing of it was that Sara really *was* with Grissom. In every possible way. The Texan couldn’t say for sure how he knew but he was positive that the two were seeing each other. It was just a feeling, a certainty, deep in his bones. Just like when he knew that Cassie McBride was still alive. It just was.
And he hated it. Hated the idea of Sara and Grissom together and all that it entailed. Eating meals together. Going for walks together. Going shopping together. Watching TV together. Reading the Sunday paper together after a night spent making love.
The image of Gil Grissom in the throws of passions bloomed in Nick’s mind and made his gut clench. It hurt to have feelings for someone and have them not feel the same way.
And Nick knew that Gil didn’t care about him….at least not that way. Back when Nick had first come to Vegas, they had bumped into each other at a local gay nightclub and Nick had tentatively put it out there that he would be interested in a closer relationship. Unfortunately, Grissom hadn’t felt the same way.
“Sorry, Nick, but I just don’t feel that way about you.”
Sorry, Nick.
Sorry.
Nick just couldn’t understand why it wasn’t him. Why couldn’t he be the one that Grissom loved?
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Driving back to the lab from the Lake Mead crime scene, Warrick flicked a concerned glance over at the handsome man in the passenger seat of the Tahoe. Nick had been brooding and withdrawn for most of the night and Warrick had a good idea why.
“Dude, you need to let it go.”
Nick turned from his inspection of the passing desert and looked at his friend.
“I can’t. I’ve tried.”
Warrick shook his head in frustration at his friend’s refusal to see reason. “He’s never going to love you like you want him to, Nicky. If you can’t let it go it’s gonna eat you up ‘til there’s nothing left. Its gonna destroy you.”
“Don’t you think I know that, Rick?” Nick sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It already is. Being around him every day and knowing that I’ll never be his, that he’ll never be mine…it’s torture. I’ve even thought about leaving, getting another job someplace else. But I can’t do it. The idea of not seeing him every day is even more painful. I can’t leave but it’s killing me to stay. Unrequited love sucks.”
“I know, Babe. I know.”
And the sad thing was that Warrick did know. He knew what it was like to yearn for someone and have them view you as nothing more than a close friend. And because of that, his deep and abiding love for the man sitting next to him was a thing that would remain forever unexpressed. There was simply no point. Nick affections lay elsewhere and that wasn't going to change.
Unrequited love really did suck.
This isn't betaed. Any mistakes you find are all mine.
They don't belong to me. No money being made. Rating: PG
No spoilers to speak of. Just a brief reference to Gum Drops. Story takes place any time after Way To Go.
Feedback welcome.....
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Unrequited
Every night, when Grissom handed out the assignments, it was the same thing.
Monday: “Greg, you and Warrick have suspicious circs over at the Bellagio. Catherine, I want you and Nick to handle the liquor store robbery on Springvale Ave. Sara, you’re with me.”
Tuesday: “Catherine, there’s a 419 at UNLV. Take Greg with you. Vega is already there, he can give you more details. Nick, you and Warrick can work the B&E out in Henderson. Sara, you’re with me.”
Wednesday: “Nick, there was a sexual assault over at the Saturn Arms. Catherine is already on her way to the hospital to speak with the vic and to collect the SART kit. I need you to go to the scene and see what you can find. Warrick, take Sanders and meet Brass out in Laughlin. He’s got an abandoned car with body in the trunk. Sara, you’re with me.”
Thursday: “Warrick is in court and Greg called in sick so it’s a good thing it’s fairly quiet tonight. Catherine and Nick, body in a dumpster down on Stackpole Street. That’s gang territory so watch yourselves. Vartan is there waiting for you. Sara, you’re with me.”
Friday: “Catherine, you’ve got what looks like a murder/suicide out at Lake Mead. Take both Warrick and Nick with you. Sophia will meet you there. Greg is still sick. Sara, you’re with me.”
Every night.
Every single night.
“Sara you’re with me.”
Nick was getting sick of this hated phrase. It had reached the point where he was hearing it in his sleep.
“Sara, you’re with me”.
And the thing of it was that Sara really *was* with Grissom. In every possible way. The Texan couldn’t say for sure how he knew but he was positive that the two were seeing each other. It was just a feeling, a certainty, deep in his bones. Just like when he knew that Cassie McBride was still alive. It just was.
And he hated it. Hated the idea of Sara and Grissom together and all that it entailed. Eating meals together. Going for walks together. Going shopping together. Watching TV together. Reading the Sunday paper together after a night spent making love.
The image of Gil Grissom in the throws of passions bloomed in Nick’s mind and made his gut clench. It hurt to have feelings for someone and have them not feel the same way.
And Nick knew that Gil didn’t care about him….at least not that way. Back when Nick had first come to Vegas, they had bumped into each other at a local gay nightclub and Nick had tentatively put it out there that he would be interested in a closer relationship. Unfortunately, Grissom hadn’t felt the same way.
“Sorry, Nick, but I just don’t feel that way about you.”
Sorry, Nick.
Sorry.
Nick just couldn’t understand why it wasn’t him. Why couldn’t he be the one that Grissom loved?
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Driving back to the lab from the Lake Mead crime scene, Warrick flicked a concerned glance over at the handsome man in the passenger seat of the Tahoe. Nick had been brooding and withdrawn for most of the night and Warrick had a good idea why.
“Dude, you need to let it go.”
Nick turned from his inspection of the passing desert and looked at his friend.
“I can’t. I’ve tried.”
Warrick shook his head in frustration at his friend’s refusal to see reason. “He’s never going to love you like you want him to, Nicky. If you can’t let it go it’s gonna eat you up ‘til there’s nothing left. Its gonna destroy you.”
“Don’t you think I know that, Rick?” Nick sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It already is. Being around him every day and knowing that I’ll never be his, that he’ll never be mine…it’s torture. I’ve even thought about leaving, getting another job someplace else. But I can’t do it. The idea of not seeing him every day is even more painful. I can’t leave but it’s killing me to stay. Unrequited love sucks.”
“I know, Babe. I know.”
And the sad thing was that Warrick did know. He knew what it was like to yearn for someone and have them view you as nothing more than a close friend. And because of that, his deep and abiding love for the man sitting next to him was a thing that would remain forever unexpressed. There was simply no point. Nick affections lay elsewhere and that wasn't going to change.
Unrequited love really did suck.