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A/N: Hi all. This is my response to the Snickers Day Challenge. There will be more chapters to come so don't worry. Special thanks to my beta, Brianna and special 'hi' to any Snickers. Well R&R and Enjoy!!! - Bex :o)
'I cannot love as I have loved, and yet I know not why; it is the one great woe of life to feel all feeling die'. - Gamaliel Bailey
He lay back on his bed, staring aimlessly at the blank ceiling above. It had been seven months today since she'd left Las Vegas. Seven months since his heart had been ripped in two and he'd been left alone to pick up the pieces. They say time heals all wounds; yet he could still feel the scars. Though seven months to some people is almost a lifetime.
"Nick!" The female voice came bounding into the room, quickly followed by the owner. She had dark chocolate brown hair that framed her round face, her eyes were hazel lined with elegantly long eyelashes and her crimson lips were curled into a perfect smile; the image of the flawless woman, Piper Mason. Nick sat up and gave her a lazy smile. Closing the space between them, she brushed her lips against his. "I've got to get going hon. I'm due in court with Warrick," She muttered, running a hand disappointedly down his arm.
"Mmm," He murmured absentmindedly in reply, causing his girlfriend to raise an eyebrow.
"What's up Nick?"
"Nothing," He denied and she glared slightly in her 'you're not fooling anyone' way. "I've just been thinking about...things."
"Oh," She whispered, the smile disappearing, knowing exactly what 'things' meant. 'Things' meant 'her'; he was thinking about 'her' again. Then the smile slowly seeped back onto her face. "How about I help you forget about 'things' after your shift."
It was his turn this time to raise an eyebrow. "I'm listening."
She winked playfully and leaned in closer so her lips were level with his earlobe. "I was thinking you, me and a bottle of Champaign."
"And I'm thinking that you've got a very good idea," He replied and snaked an arm around her waist. Before she had a chance to react, he pulled her down on to the bed beside him and began to kiss her.
"Nick!" She giggled as he began to trail light kisses down her slim neck. "Nick, honey, I really have to go."
"Uh-um," He hummed, making no move to stop.
"Nick," She groaned, having to forcefully push him off her. "I have to go." He gave her a hurt look and she pointed a finger at his chest. "And you've got to be at work soon."
"I'll call in sick," He brushed it aside simply and leaned in to kiss her again, "And you could to. You, me...."
"But we have no Champaign," She reminded him between kisses, then slide off the bed before he could stop her, "And we can't have that now, can we?"
"I'll live."
Piper laughed. "Not if Grissom kills you for skipping work. I'll see you soon Nicky." She blew him a kiss and rushed out the door.
He watched her go, losing himself in thought once more. She was everything he could ever ask for and yet he still felt that something was missing. He didn't even know if he loved her; he didn't know if he could ever love her. These thoughts always seemed to come on this day each month. Coming back ritually to haunt and confuse him. To remind him that he still longed for her to come back. That she still had his heart.
~*~*~*~*~
Somehow on his way to work, his car managed to end up driving slowly past her apartment. Nick hadn't seen the place in a while, though hardly anything had changed. Someone else was living it in now: someone who wasn't her.
He reminded that night seven months ago so clearly in his mind. How he'd rushed to the apartment to discover the rumours were true; she was leaving. And, surround by boxes and mess, he managed to find the strength to ask her why. She told him it was because of Grissom, and he felt his heart sink. It was because Grissom didn't return the love she had for him. Only Grissom; there was never any room in her heart for him, Nick the friend. Nick the reliable. Nick the colleague. Never Nick the boyfriend. Never Nick the lover.
Maybe he was grabbing at short straws, but some foolish part of his mind must have decided that it would change her mind if she knew how he felt. She blinked at him in stunned silence for a couple of moments; not a single thing moved. Then she kissed him. And he kissed her back - despite the fact that she was using him as a distraction. Despite the fact her heart longed for it to be Grissom instead of him. One thing slowly lead to another, and he had waked the next morning to find himself lying alone in her bed; the boxes still there, but her bag gone. She had walked out of his life regardless about what had happened. About what he felt. She was never meant to be his.
~*~*~*~*~
Nick checked that the bottle of Champaign in the fridge was cooling nicely. Maybe it was just this day, but last nights' shift had been rough. All he wanted to do right now was forget all about it. And to do that, he just had to wait for his gorgeous distraction. Two tall glasses shined in the morning light, as they stood waiting on the counter. Next to them was a red rose and he'd already placed candles in the bedroom. This was all about the present; he'd already dwelled too long on the past.
A wide smile spread across his face when he heard the doorbell ring. In a few strides, he crossed over to open it. "Hey ther..." His voice trailed off as the door slowly opened to reveal a brunette. A brunette he wasn't expecting to see.
"Hi Nick."
TBC..
A/N: What do you think? Feedback please; hit that button NOW!!! :o)
A/N: Hi all. This is my response to the Snickers Day Challenge. There will be more chapters to come so don't worry. Special thanks to my beta, Brianna and special 'hi' to any Snickers. Well R&R and Enjoy!!! - Bex :o)
'I cannot love as I have loved, and yet I know not why; it is the one great woe of life to feel all feeling die'. - Gamaliel Bailey
He lay back on his bed, staring aimlessly at the blank ceiling above. It had been seven months today since she'd left Las Vegas. Seven months since his heart had been ripped in two and he'd been left alone to pick up the pieces. They say time heals all wounds; yet he could still feel the scars. Though seven months to some people is almost a lifetime.
"Nick!" The female voice came bounding into the room, quickly followed by the owner. She had dark chocolate brown hair that framed her round face, her eyes were hazel lined with elegantly long eyelashes and her crimson lips were curled into a perfect smile; the image of the flawless woman, Piper Mason. Nick sat up and gave her a lazy smile. Closing the space between them, she brushed her lips against his. "I've got to get going hon. I'm due in court with Warrick," She muttered, running a hand disappointedly down his arm.
"Mmm," He murmured absentmindedly in reply, causing his girlfriend to raise an eyebrow.
"What's up Nick?"
"Nothing," He denied and she glared slightly in her 'you're not fooling anyone' way. "I've just been thinking about...things."
"Oh," She whispered, the smile disappearing, knowing exactly what 'things' meant. 'Things' meant 'her'; he was thinking about 'her' again. Then the smile slowly seeped back onto her face. "How about I help you forget about 'things' after your shift."
It was his turn this time to raise an eyebrow. "I'm listening."
She winked playfully and leaned in closer so her lips were level with his earlobe. "I was thinking you, me and a bottle of Champaign."
"And I'm thinking that you've got a very good idea," He replied and snaked an arm around her waist. Before she had a chance to react, he pulled her down on to the bed beside him and began to kiss her.
"Nick!" She giggled as he began to trail light kisses down her slim neck. "Nick, honey, I really have to go."
"Uh-um," He hummed, making no move to stop.
"Nick," She groaned, having to forcefully push him off her. "I have to go." He gave her a hurt look and she pointed a finger at his chest. "And you've got to be at work soon."
"I'll call in sick," He brushed it aside simply and leaned in to kiss her again, "And you could to. You, me...."
"But we have no Champaign," She reminded him between kisses, then slide off the bed before he could stop her, "And we can't have that now, can we?"
"I'll live."
Piper laughed. "Not if Grissom kills you for skipping work. I'll see you soon Nicky." She blew him a kiss and rushed out the door.
He watched her go, losing himself in thought once more. She was everything he could ever ask for and yet he still felt that something was missing. He didn't even know if he loved her; he didn't know if he could ever love her. These thoughts always seemed to come on this day each month. Coming back ritually to haunt and confuse him. To remind him that he still longed for her to come back. That she still had his heart.
~*~*~*~*~
Somehow on his way to work, his car managed to end up driving slowly past her apartment. Nick hadn't seen the place in a while, though hardly anything had changed. Someone else was living it in now: someone who wasn't her.
He reminded that night seven months ago so clearly in his mind. How he'd rushed to the apartment to discover the rumours were true; she was leaving. And, surround by boxes and mess, he managed to find the strength to ask her why. She told him it was because of Grissom, and he felt his heart sink. It was because Grissom didn't return the love she had for him. Only Grissom; there was never any room in her heart for him, Nick the friend. Nick the reliable. Nick the colleague. Never Nick the boyfriend. Never Nick the lover.
Maybe he was grabbing at short straws, but some foolish part of his mind must have decided that it would change her mind if she knew how he felt. She blinked at him in stunned silence for a couple of moments; not a single thing moved. Then she kissed him. And he kissed her back - despite the fact that she was using him as a distraction. Despite the fact her heart longed for it to be Grissom instead of him. One thing slowly lead to another, and he had waked the next morning to find himself lying alone in her bed; the boxes still there, but her bag gone. She had walked out of his life regardless about what had happened. About what he felt. She was never meant to be his.
~*~*~*~*~
Nick checked that the bottle of Champaign in the fridge was cooling nicely. Maybe it was just this day, but last nights' shift had been rough. All he wanted to do right now was forget all about it. And to do that, he just had to wait for his gorgeous distraction. Two tall glasses shined in the morning light, as they stood waiting on the counter. Next to them was a red rose and he'd already placed candles in the bedroom. This was all about the present; he'd already dwelled too long on the past.
A wide smile spread across his face when he heard the doorbell ring. In a few strides, he crossed over to open it. "Hey ther..." His voice trailed off as the door slowly opened to reveal a brunette. A brunette he wasn't expecting to see.
"Hi Nick."
TBC..
A/N: What do you think? Feedback please; hit that button NOW!!! :o)