Disclaimer: I don't own anything… Not even my heart…
A/N: No authors note. This is slash but not enough to make anyone who is against gays sick. Read it if you want to…
A Cold Message and a Broken Heart
Nick was in shock. He couldn't believe what it was that he was seeing. Well, more like what it was that he was reading. He thought that they had been the perfect couple. He thought that they could laugh off any argument that they had. He had thought that any fight they would have had could be reasoned out, dealt with. He also thought that he could count on his lover to be there for him. But the evidence didn't lie, as Grissom would have said. And there it was, the cold, hard evidence, staring him straight in the eye. He wanted to turn away, but his gaze was glued.
Nick heard his home phone ring and he was momentarily brought back from his sorrows. Picking it up he breathed in a breath to clear his head before greeting, "Hello?"
"Hey Nicky, how's the day off going?" It was Catherine, and Nick had to blink back the tears that were now finally beginning to form in his eyes.
"Not the best, but livable. Why, what's up?" He choked back on a sob and began to cough to cover up his quivering.
Catherine sighed on the other end of the phone. "You're needed here at work. We've got a triple homicide and everyone's being called back into work. I know its your day off but we've got no one else."
"Ya I get it. I'll be right there. Just let me get a quick shower and some clean clothes on and then I'm all yours." Nick said, trying to be as cheerful as he could be.
"Thanks Nicky, you're a lifesaver. See ya soon." Catherine said before closing her cell phone.
Nick clicked his phone off and then tossed it onto his couch before walking into his washroom and stepping into the shower. He got the water started and just stood there, fully clothed and all. He allowed the cold water to seep into him, freezing and cracking at his broken heart.
Nick stepped out of the shower a half an hour later, drenched and soaked to the bone. He quickly went to his bedroom and changed into something warm and clean. He took special care to make sure that he was dressed appropriately so that no one would notice the hurt, broken man that lay beneath the roguishly handsome exterior.
He was ready to get to work fifteen minutes later and sighed as he took one last name at the contact card of his "ex" lover before sobbing and collapsing infront of the computer. "Why?!" He sobbed into the hard surface of his oak table.
Contact: Gregory Sanders
Display name: Lab Rat Extraordinaire! -- Greg 3 Sarah! Mwha!
Nick sniffed as he swiped at his tears. "Get a grip Stokes, its over between you two. Greg doesn't want you anymore, and there's no changing it." And with that he turned on his heels, keys in hand, and left the house for the crime scene. Towards work he went, where he always went. Because no matter what problems he had, he knew that he had a place to be and people to help.
Yet he still didn't get it. How could five years of love go down the drain just because someone needed someone to lean on? He guessed, deep within his heart, the only answer was that it wasn't meant to be.
The End…
Sad? Angsty? Tragic? Did you feel that nay of these emotions were conveyed in the story that you just read? If so then don't be angry but that's a good thing. Because that's the message that I wanted to get across. And If anyone thinks that they have a similar problem like this with their own lover, please, don't throw away something so beautiful over something so trivial. Because in the end, is it really worth it? Please consider it…