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Leaving Greg was going to be the hardest thing Nick ever had to do, but it would hurt less than living every day near him knowing he could never be anything more than Gregs best friend. He could never hold him, kiss him or truly confide in Greg like he so desperately wanted. He knew it was time for him to go.

Greg flicked lazily through his magazine, not reading the pages he stared at blankly. Why did Nick have to go? It didn't make sense. Nick was his only true friend and now he was leaving, Greg was alone. He felt like he was drifting, drifting alone to sea and it didn't feel good.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because it's time for me to go."

"But the team need you... I need you."

Nick felt his heart break in his chest as Greg's words reached his ears.

"I'm sorry. Goodbye."

And he was gone. Greg felt a tear slip down his cheek and he wiped it away with the back of his hand.

Twelve hours later, fairly dirty and feeling emotionally and physically drained he collapsed onto a bench in the locker room, he looked up and something caught his eye. On his locker was a note, it read:

Follow the evidence. 7

Underneath was stuck a Polaroid of Grissoms foetal pig, and Greg understood. He jumped up and ran to Grissoms office. On the pigs jar was a picture of the showers along with a number one. The next had a six and a picture of the coffee machine and the final one had a picture of nicks locker and a 2. Greg pelted back into the locker room and put the numbers into nicks locker combination. He watched it swing open slowly. At the bottom of an otherwise empty locker lay a tin. Greg picked it up and pried open the lid. On top lay yet another note.

I thought you ought to know.

Greg set the note to the side and took out the pile of photos, some, years old. As he looked through them the ball finally dropped. All the pictures were of him and nick or just him and in all of the joint ones nick and he were stood together one photo stood out. It was him at the Christmas party but in the background was nick and the look in his eye was one of pure love. There was another, final note at the bottom.

Greg one last thing I think you should know is that my wasted heart will always love you. Till the day I die. With all my heart, always

Nick.

Gregs shoved the note in his pocket and ran to Catherine's office.

"What time is nicks flight?"

"10. Why?"

"Call brass for the patrol car. I finally got a clue about that dumbass Texan."

Catherine grinned "screw brass let's go!"

Greg glanced at the car clock

9.20

It was mocking him, the airport was an hour away. He gritted his teeth.

Greg burst into the gate too late. He stared out the window as nicks plane taxied and took off.

"Why so sad?"

Greg would know that Texan drawl anywhere, he spun around.

"You didn't get on the plane?"

"i couldn't leave you G."

And with that greg ran across the vast room and flung his arms around nicks neck, kissing him fiercely trying to show just how much he loved nick.

"Just one thing." Greg whispered

"Anything."

"Don't ever leave me."

Nick shoved Greg gently before pulling him tightly back into his arms.