Fic: Return, Chapter 7 (CSI, Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders)
Title: Return, Chapter 7
Fandom: CSI
Pair: Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
CSI Las Vegas Main List
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
“Are you gonna talk to me?” Warrick complained.
“No.” Nick pouted and slammed his locker shut.
“Are you gonna keep grunting?”
“Yep.”
“You mind telling me why?”
“Because of your speculations Greg’s not speaking to me, and I’m not speaking to you.”
“That’s pretty childish.”
“Really? How bout I go to Tina and tell her all the best bits of your not-so-distant past?”
“Man-”
“And cut the Man-ing. You’ve been calling me that for years, it’s starting to get on my nerves.”
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“Having fun?” Greg walked into the workspace Warrick was using and sat down on the edge of the table.
“What do you want ?”
“I just asked one innocent question. Are you happy now?”
“What does that mean?”
“You wanted to break up me and Nick but you didn’t see this coming. We’re apart but so are you and Nick. Was it worth it?”
“Don’t even try to pin this on me. I was trying to keep my buddy safe.”
“No, you wanted to keep him for yourself. It didn’t bother you that you ditched him when Tina came along, but when the shoe was in the other foot….”
“What the hell are trying to say?”
“I’m saying that at least something good came out of this mess. I always wondered why Nick couldn’t see you for what you are. Now he realised he’s better off without you. As for me…. I figured you out before I even left Vegas.”
“Really?” Warrick`s flavoured his response with a heavy layer of sarcasm.
“Really. You can try to convince yourself anything you want, but you’ll always stay the same. A bully.”
Greg hopped off the table headed to the door. “Have fun. Alone.”
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Nick rang the doorbell. Few minutes later Greg opened the door and gave him a grumpy look. He was in his pyjamas and his hair was pointing to hundreds of different directions.
“I was asleep, what do you want?”
“Shift ended two hours ago. How can you be asleep already?”
“Catherine send me home early. I got some fever.”
“How are you feeling now?”
“Flu-ish, and some inconsiderate jerk just woke me up.”
“Sorry. Can I come in?”
“Why not? I feel like hell anyway.”
“Thanks.” Nick walked in and Greg closed the door.
“Can I get you something? Vitamin C, chicken soup from a can, herbal tea, cough syrup?”
“No thanks.”
“Then get-” The sentence was interrupted by a coughing fit. “-to the point.”
“That sounds pretty bad. Why did you go to work at all?”
“I wasn’t sick when I went in. It started from a runny nose, and one hour later I looked like a walking zombie.”
“Shouldn’t you be in bed?”
“I was in bed when you rang the doorbell. Say what you came to say and go.”
“Okay…… You want to sit down? You look kinda woozy.”
Greg slumped down on the couch. “I’m sitting, start talking.”
“I…. I screwed up.”
“I know.”
“I know what you’re like, I should have known you wouldn’t do something like that.”
“Go on.”
“I’m so used to listening to Warrick I didn’t stop to think about it.”
“And?”
“Can we try again?”
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“I have some conditions. This thing between us has been in the works so long, I’m not gonna let it go with the first fight.”
“Tell me your conditions.”
“If you got a problem, you come to me. You don’t go blab to your buddy about our stuff behind my back.”
“Okay.”
“No more head shaving.”
“It’s easy!”
“It makes you look old. You know any take-out places that do soups?”
“Yeah, why?”
Greg got up an went to the kitchen. He came back with an empty soup can.
“I ran out of chicken soup. You got one hour and I`m timing you.”
“What if I’m late?”
“You’ll sleep on the couch.”
“And if I make it on time?”
“You can sleep in the bed.”
TBC