-Fade-
Okay, please note that this chapter has been edited just a bit, I sort of combined it with a second plot bunny I had in the works, so... yeah, Enjoy! Again! Characters aren't mine. And I'll be posting the second chapter in a moment.
"Nicky…" The younger man stared the very angry Texan currently pinning him against the door the second he'd entered his lover's apartment. "Please. Nick."
"I can't fucking believe you!" Nick shouted, glaring death at his captive, having no trouble being heard over Maverick's howling. His hands were gripping Greg's arms hard enough that he knew he'd leave bruises but, at the moment he really, really didn't care. "Were you even gonna tell me?"
Greg pushed frantically at the elder's broad chest, trying to free himself. "No one else was supposed to know yet. I was going to tell you tonight, but she showed up at the lab. I'm sorry."
"I had to find out through Hodges, Greg. Not Warrick, not Catherine, not Sara. Hodges!"
"I'm sorry! It's not my fault. I didn't know she was going to tell everyone." Greg retorted, tears in his eyes. "God, Nicky, do you really think I wanted you to find out like that?"
Nick released his grip a bit, still keeping the other man in place. "Why didn't you tell me things between you two were that serious?" He pulled away completely once the words left his mouth, moving to the couch across the room.
"Nicky… You have to understand-" Greg started, but that was as far as he got before Nick cut him off.
"I understand that we were together. I understand that I thought you were happy here. What the hell else do I need to understand!?" He pushed away the hand Greg rested on his shoulder.
The younger man moved to stand in front of him. "When this started we set up rules. -You- were the one who decided that we should be able to see other people, that this shouldn't be exclusive. So don't give me that crap." He reached out for his lover again.
Nick stood this time, glaring death at the other. "You're not just screwing around. You're getting married, Greg. Married. And you didn't even tell me." With that, he turned and stormed into the bedroom they shared more often than they didn't, locking the door.
Greg ran a hand through his hair, groaning in his distaste for the current situation. He moved to the door, leaning against the wooden frame. "Nicky… let me in."
"I never want to see you here again, Greg." The voice on the other side of the door snapped. "Get out. You're nothing to me."
Those four words stung so much more than they should have. So much so that Greg actually did leave.