Visiting
Author's Note: Slash. Greg/you'll find out when you read. After "Playing With Fire"
Disclaimer: CSI, not mine.
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I leaned against the doorframe, hands plunged deep into my pockets, and smiled. He looked so peaceful and cute. He shifted slightly in his sleep, obviously a little uncomfortable. Couldn't blame him. I soundlessly crossed the dimly lit hospital room to his side and took the chair others had been occuping in shifts all day. I reached out and gently touched his hair, letting it flatten beneath my touch only to spring back up in it's wake. He stirred once more and opened his chocolate eyes. I smiled. "Hi," I rested my hand against his cheek.
He smiled painfully. "Hey,"
"How ya doin'?"
"Pain pills wore off," He replied with a wince. I laughed quietly. "And I have officially lost all feeling in my arm," He indicated the arm he had to lay on.
My smile turned sympathetic. "Poor Greg,"
"Yer damn right, 'poor Greg'!" He exclaimed, trying to sound serious but failing. I laughed again. He sobered, well, as much as he could. "I'm glad you came. Makes things a little better,"
I cocked my head, gazing at him fondly. "I'm just sorry I couldn't come sooner. I got away as soon as I could,"
He smiled. "You didn't have to-"
"I wanted to," I took his numb hand in mine.
He blinked, eyes locked on mine, but not really surprised. "Thank you," He finally said quietly.
I leaned over and kissed his hand. "No problem," We stared at each other until the chirping of my beeper made us both jump. I took it out. "Crap," I muttered. I lookved back over to Greg, mouth open, but he spoke first.
"It's alright. Go. I'll be fine," He smiled. "They need you,"
"So do you," I said pointedly, not wanting to leave.
"I'll have you to myself again later,"
I hesitated, then stood. I bent over and kissed him, running a hand over his unruly brown hair. "Concentrate on getting better, okay?" I ordered him gently, gazing into his deep eyes. He smiled. God, I love that smile.
"I will,"
I lingered a moment longer, our faces centimeters apart. "I love you, Greg," I finally said.
"I love you, too, Nick,"
Author's Note: Slash. Greg/you'll find out when you read. After "Playing With Fire"
Disclaimer: CSI, not mine.
***
I leaned against the doorframe, hands plunged deep into my pockets, and smiled. He looked so peaceful and cute. He shifted slightly in his sleep, obviously a little uncomfortable. Couldn't blame him. I soundlessly crossed the dimly lit hospital room to his side and took the chair others had been occuping in shifts all day. I reached out and gently touched his hair, letting it flatten beneath my touch only to spring back up in it's wake. He stirred once more and opened his chocolate eyes. I smiled. "Hi," I rested my hand against his cheek.
He smiled painfully. "Hey,"
"How ya doin'?"
"Pain pills wore off," He replied with a wince. I laughed quietly. "And I have officially lost all feeling in my arm," He indicated the arm he had to lay on.
My smile turned sympathetic. "Poor Greg,"
"Yer damn right, 'poor Greg'!" He exclaimed, trying to sound serious but failing. I laughed again. He sobered, well, as much as he could. "I'm glad you came. Makes things a little better,"
I cocked my head, gazing at him fondly. "I'm just sorry I couldn't come sooner. I got away as soon as I could,"
He smiled. "You didn't have to-"
"I wanted to," I took his numb hand in mine.
He blinked, eyes locked on mine, but not really surprised. "Thank you," He finally said quietly.
I leaned over and kissed his hand. "No problem," We stared at each other until the chirping of my beeper made us both jump. I took it out. "Crap," I muttered. I lookved back over to Greg, mouth open, but he spoke first.
"It's alright. Go. I'll be fine," He smiled. "They need you,"
"So do you," I said pointedly, not wanting to leave.
"I'll have you to myself again later,"
I hesitated, then stood. I bent over and kissed him, running a hand over his unruly brown hair. "Concentrate on getting better, okay?" I ordered him gently, gazing into his deep eyes. He smiled. God, I love that smile.
"I will,"
I lingered a moment longer, our faces centimeters apart. "I love you, Greg," I finally said.
"I love you, too, Nick,"
