Home of Greg Sanders Slash Fiction
Author: Ullman
E-mail: [email protected]
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: FRC
Disclaimer: Don't own any of them, not making any profit either.
Summary: Nick's home alone.
Author's Notes: Feedback very welcome!
He comes home to an empty house, which isn't that strange, given
that Greg's actually pulling a double, working on a double homicide
with Catherine. He walks into the kitchen, thinking he could finish
that already opened bottle of red wine, changing his mind when he
notices there are no clean wine glasses and grabs a beer out of the
fridge instead.
In the living room he sits down, tries to ignore the ridiculous
feeling of loneliness that ripples through him. Spending a few hours
without Greg isn't such a bad thing. There are loads of things on
his to-do list that he doesn't get around to when Greg's there to
distract him. So, it's a good thing that he can finally work on some
of his own projects. He can't recall the last time he had any time
to himself, pushing back the notion that that's probably because he
doesn't want any.
He turns on the tv, taking a sip from his beer as he flips channels
without looking, his thoughts wandering off to where Greg is right
now and what he's doing. He overheard Sara telling Grissom that she
doubted Greg was ready for such an important case and he had to
force himself not to make any comments on that. Because even though
it worries him to have Greg in the field, away from his, usually,
safe lab, there's no doubt in his mind that the guy's ready for just
about anything.
He should probably tell Greg that as Greg still gets incredibly
nervous about the sheer thought of doing field work. It's just that
he wants it so much he tends to get overexcited and makes mistakes
because of that. Nick can sympathize with that though, having been
there only a few years ago. He sighs and turns off the tv, getting
up to find something to do. Doesn't even care what it is at this
point as long as it gets him to stop thinking, stop obsessing over
Greg. If Greg only knew how he spends his time alone he'd probably
die laughing or freak out over having such an overbearing lover.
Back in the kitchen he starts cleaning up the dishes that have been
piling up over the past week, neither of them caring that much for
housework. Maybe he should even vacuum his apartment, now that he's
apparently in his rare housewife-mode. He grins at that notion and
reaches for the towel when the phone rings.
The sudden ringing causes him to drop the glass he's been holding
onto the floor. He curses as he reaches for the phone, trying to
avoid the pieces of broken glass all around him and says, "Stokes."
"Nick?"
Hearing Catherine's voice makes his stomach turn, immediately
convinced that whatever she's about to say isn't something he wants
to hear.
"Yeah." He takes a deep breath before asking, "What's up?"
"It's Greg.." Her voice trails off and Nick now knows he was right
in assuming that he didn't want to hear this.
He swallows frantically to keep himself from retching. "Cath.."
"He was shot," she whispers, barely audible.
"Is he...?" He wants to ask if he's okay, but can't, because he
knows that if Greg was in fact okay, then Catherine would have told
him so the minute he picked up the phone.
"He's on his way to the hospital, Nicky."
TBC