Hello! I am the writer of this fic and I must warn you: MILD SLASH. IF YO DON'T LIKE SLASHES, THEN DON'T READ THIS. PLEASE, DO NOT FLAME THIS FANFIC AFTER YOU'VE READ THIS WARNING!!!!! OR YOU SHALL BE PUNISHED (as soon as I found out what the punishment is!!!!!!!!!!!!!...!)

Alrighty! Now for my 'snickery' introduction (pun intended!)! Well, first off, in one episode where Greg is talking about the dream girl he FINALLY found, when he says "I'm looking at the mother of my children" when he says the word looking, he's looking at NICK! NOT THE MICROSCOPE. These made my 'Greg Loves Nick (and vice-versa)' sense go off! I was so happy when I saw this, my heart burst! (Seriously, I can't find it...!) It drove me INSANE, I SWEAR.. Because I was like "HOLY NOODLES, GREG WANTS NICK TO HAVE HIS BABIES?!" (I really did say that… yes!) Even though you'd think Greg would be the mother, but that's a different story!!! –laughs hard- By the way, SNICKERS stands for NICK and SANDERS (Greg!) Not Nick and some lady whose name completely escapes me… hmm…Snickers is NICK (s-NICK-er) and SANDERS (Sanders is Greg's last name if you didn't know…)(S-nick-ER) Hmm, by the way, the name of the lady who completely escapes me is a whole other story! But we get into that right now… hahaha…ha… ha…

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His reflection became foggier as his eyes glazed over and he blinked back an urge to wipe the mirror to see his face.

A blond figure appeared in the corner of the fogged mirror. He took in a deep breath, and released it in a slow silent huff.

He spun to the blond figure.

"Yes, Greg?" he asked in a hushed voice. His stomach did flips as their eyes locked in a gaze.

Greg would have smiled, but he couldn't here. Greg blinked slowly, and brushed back hair that fell into his face as his eyes flickered open again.

"I'm… done, with the crime scene…" He gave a short pause. "I'm heading back to the Lab," another short pause. "You coming with?"

Nick gave a silent, gentle nod, looking at his fogged appearance in the mirror. He clenched his hands into a balled fist, and the rubber gloves pulsed around his hand. He blinked slowly, breathlessly.

Nick's hands fell from the counter and he stepped back, rolling his head back to hang, staring at the ceiling. His eyes flicked to Greg, who stood silently in the doorway. His eyes flicked back to the ceiling almost instantaneously, and a gentle, pale blush crossed his cheeks as Nick felt Greg's stare on him silently, unblinking.

He took in a silent breath and turned back to Greg, walking towards him without knowing it. He put a hand on Greg's shoulder, his eyes saying a silent 'let's go' as their gaze met. Nick blinked back so many urges just then; so many, that he couldn't count them all in his head at that instant. Greg gave Nick a concerned look, and raised his hand to touch Nick's hand on his shoulder. But as their touch met, Nick's hand fell from his shoulder, and Greg's fell, acting as if nothing had happened. Nick's eyes opened, and Greg tried for a smile, but he couldn't manage, because all that came to him, his cheeks, was a gentle blush.

Nick stalked on silently toward the door, brushing past Greg. Greg's warm, sweet scent rushed over him, and Nick took in his scent in a longing breath, but all that came in was the smell of blood, and Greg's scent was so faint just then. Nick let the breath go, and stopped at the doorway to turn back to Greg. He gave Greg the faintest of smiles, and Greg liked to pretend that Nick had winked at him just then. Nick continued down the hall, out of the door.

Greg swallowed heavily, still giving the same concerned look to the presence of Nick that had once been in the doorway, but a smile creased his face as he began to pretend more and more that Nick had winked at him… had he? Greg couldn't remember anymore if he had not…

He blinked to where Nick had once stood in the doorway, looked to the corner of his eye, and brushed up his hair.

It was time he should tell Nick, but… it certainly wasn't the place he thought he should tell him.

He would have to keep it to himself for now… tell him later, maybe… Even now, Greg didn't know if Nick… if he…

Greg's train of though was lost as Sarah appeared in the doorway, waving good-bye to Nick as he must have just now disappeared from her line of sight. She turned to Greg, a sly smile on her face as her eyes flickered back to Nick and back to him again. Greg gave her a confused look, but she only answered with a bright, but still sly, smile and a little chuckle to herself.

Greg, still confused, lost care for it and walked to the doorway, stopping to give Sarah the same stymie look. He continued down the hall now to where Nick had turned, as if following his faint footsteps down the hallway.

Sarah smiled at Catherine, who just moved past Greg, and laughed. Catherine gave her the same confused look as Greg.

"What did you do?" Catherine asked, resting her kit beside her.

"Nothing," Sarah said, which was almost entirely true. "Nothing at all."