Home of Greg Sanders Slash Fiction
Author: Elamae
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: FRAO overall
Category: Slash, angst, H/C
Status: Finished
Archive: Yes
Feedback: Please, always appreciated.
Email: elamae1@y...
Authors Web Site: www.geocities.com/elamae1 (beware - very much under
construction)
Series/Sequel: 14 parts in all. No sequel planned, but if I get
inspired you never know...
Disclaimers: I don't own or have anything to do with CSI. This story
is purely a work of my own imagination and done profit free.
Authors Notes: My first fic in this fandom so I apologise for any
discrepancies, please let me know about any mistakes in character or
canon history. There may also be mistakes in the timeline of the
story. It's taken me quite a while to finish it so I forget what
I've had happening when.
Spoilers: None that I can think of.
Summary: During one of their current cases, the CSI's find out
something about Greg's past. (sorry suck at summaries...)
Warnings: This story does deal with male rape. If that is going to
squick you out in any way please don't read. However there's nothing
really graphic, just some description.
Part 14
"Greg?" Nick's voice came through the living room from
the bedroom.
"Ummm?" came the muffled reply from the kitchen.
Nick, his one leg half in half out of his jeans, came hobbling out of
the bedroom, wallet clutched between his teeth. Managing to pull
them up, he was just buttoning his fly when he walked in on Greg, who
was in the process of making coffee.
"Hey handsome." Nick, taking the wallet out of his mouth and
putting
it on the side, came up behind Greg, wrapping his arms around his
waist drawing him close. He could feel Greg smile as he leant back
into his embrace.
"Hey yourself." Nick felt him sigh gently. "You want
coffee?"
"Love some." He watched over Greg's shoulder as Greg reached over,
grabbed his mug and proceeded to make Nick's coffee exactly the way
he like it. Taking the proffered mug he kissed Greg once on the neck
and then pulled away to sit down and savour his wake up drink.
It was now early evening and both were due back at work. They
weren't dreading it though. Not really, not now. They knew the same
people would be there as were there before; ones who would talk about
them, gossip about them, even laugh at them, but somehow now it
didn't seem to matter. All that mattered were the four people that
they had been out with the night before. The four people they worked
the closest with and the four people that they considered their
friends; their family. They knew and they didn't care. Didn't treat
them any different; any different to the usual teasing they gave and
received before.
He watched as Greg puttered around the kitchen, making them both
breakfast. Before, neither of them had been much for eating before
they went to work. Not sit down eating anyway. For both of them it
was always nothing more than a hasty mug of caffeine or something
quick to eat as they ran out the door. Now that they beginning to
spent most of their mornings, or evenings together, at one or either
of their apartments, it just happened naturally. Nick just presumed
it was one of things that seemed more worthwhile when there were two
of you. One more of those things that happened when you were a
couple.
He smiled to himself; he was loving it.
"Do you think they noticed that we left rather early last night?"
Greg had sat down, placing a pile of toast in front of them.
Grabbing a knife he proceeded to butter.
Nick chuckled warmly, both at the question and the domestic side of
Greg in front of him. "I have little doubt that Catherine and Sara
noticed. Those women could put hawks to shame." He reached over and
snagged one of the buttered slices, grinning in reply to Greg's scowl
and avoiding the slap to his hand by millimetres. "Why do you think
I love working with them both. Makes me look good."
"That wouldn't take much to do." Greg sent him such a sappy look,
Nick actually blushed rather than return with the embarrassed retort
that was at the tip of his tongue.
"It was kinda rude I suppose," Nick mused thoughtfully. "Worth it
though." He sent Greg a look himself then, one full of pure desire.
This time it was Greg's turn to blush and Nick was pleased to see
that even the tips of his ears turned a subtle shade of red. "We may
have to apologise."
Nick sighed and nodded, sipping his coffee. "I think we will."
Greg paused then, his long fingers fiddling with his toast. "Do
you..." he broke off, eyes darting up to Nick's nervously.
"What?" Nick asked.
"Do you feel any different? You know, after last night?" Greg
looked a combination of embarrassed and curious. Nick thought it
looked very cute.
"Well," he drew out the word. "Yes." He leant forward and rested
his one hand on Greg's knee, running his thumb over the worn denim,
feeling the warmth of Greg's skin underneath. "I feel complete."
Greg cocked his head. "I know," Nick went on to
explain, "penetration isn't what defines sex, for a lot of people and
I think too many people put too much emphasis on it, but," he looked
up into Greg's eyes, "I can't deny that I feel, closer to you." He
took a breath, desperately wanting his words to be right. "I think
for us though, it wasn't so much about what we did as *what* we
did." He looked up at Greg hoping that he understood and saw from
the look on Greg's face that he did. "You trusted me," he said
softly. "I don't care that it was over ten years ago; you still
trusted me. You trusted *me*. You let me do something to you that
had once been used to hurt you." His voice held a aspect of
reverence.
"You do know that I love you, right?" Greg whispered.
Nick laughed softly. He nodded.
"I feel different too. Complete would be a good word." He raised
his eyes to gaze at Nick. "In all ways." He let his fingers wrap
around Nick's. "It's like a part of me has been filled, healed,
completed." He looked up sharply then, a wide smile cracking his
face. "God, how soppy are we?"
"Very." Nick laughed, gripping Greg's hand. "Don't care though."
"Me either."
Nick gazed at his hand still held in Greg's and sighed. "Move in
with me?" He looked up to see Greg look up at him in surprise.
"What?"
Nick wasn't sure that was what he had intended to say when he opened
his mouth. But now that it had been voiced, he knew that it was
definitely what he wanted. "Move in with me." His voice was soft,
but certain. "I mean, if you don't want to, that's fine, but..." he
paused, looking at Greg, lost for anymore words.
Greg looked surprised. His eyes scanned Nick's face intently,
searching. His head started to nod slowly and a small smile started
to play around his lips. He bit his lip, laughing softly. "Okay."
"Okay?" Nick raised his eyebrows, a breath of relief on his lips.
"Yes."
Nick grinned widely. "Okay then."
They sat there grinning at each other before Greg got a pinched look
on his face.
"What?" Nick's face fell slightly.
"What about Gerty and Arthur?"
Nick chuckled. "I have a the perfect spot for them."
The End.