No Pain no Gain
by: Lonewolfe001
I own nothing, but maybe if I am good this year, I might get a Nick/Greg shaped present under the Christmas tree from Santa.

A/N: Inspired by Dead Ringer (Season 4) Why was Greg keeping Nick company before the start of Nick's leg of the race? Maybe they were training buddies.

As his feet pounded the tar road in a steady rhythm, so was his heart which at this moment felt like it wanted to explode. How did he get himself into this situation, Greg wondered as he huffed trying to catch his next breath.

He remembered Nicky asking him to join annual Desert 120 km Night Run, and how desperate they needed more team members. That hot southern Texan accent begging him, that pleading sexy smile, those damn dimples and a promise that Nick would personally supervise his training, which meant more alone time with Nicky.

That's why he could not say NO that's WHY he was in this mess.

He glanced quickly to his right where Nick Stokes was jogging beside him. The sun glistening off Nick's sweaty well muscled arms and legs. Oh my god. Greg had to bite back a groan. This was no time to get a hard on while wearing a tatty pair of jogging shorts you found in the back of your closet. Nick was a CSI, a trained observer, a bulge in the front of your jogging shorts would be evidence to hard to miss and too damning as well.

OUCH!!!

Greg fell down clutching his leg in pain.

Greggo!!

Nick worriedly knelt beside Greg. "Let me see", as he pushed Greg's hands away and felt the taut muscle beneath his fingertips.

"It's just a pulled hamstring"

"JUST a pulled hamstring?! ", Greg cried in pain. "I am dying here".

"No, you are not", Nick said trying not to chuckle as he began massaging the injured muscle. "Let me know when it starts feeling better", he said as he slowly glanced up at Greg, noting a very interesting view which caught his attention longer than what was necessary, courtesy of a ratty pair of red jogging shorts.

"Nicky, what are you looking at"

"Er, nothing", said Nick as he quickly turned his attention back to Greg's calf muscle.

Greg could not help smirking at the faint blush on Nick Stokes's cheeks. Who said no pain, no gain? They weren't lying.

"I think its better now"

Nick regrettably stopped massaging Greg's leg and helped him up.

"I think you'd better walk it off first before we run any further"

They walked in silence for a bit. Each lost in their own thoughts about each other.

Greg was feeling much better about this "running thing" .

As always Greg felt a mischievous flirty streak bubbling to the surface.

WHACK!!

Greg Sanders just smacked Nick Stokes on the butt.

Nick stood there in surprise as he watched Greg running away shouting on the top of his lungs "Catch me if you can"

Nick laughed, that was a challenge he could not refuse and he quickly set off running after Greg.

Training was going to be a lot more fun from now on.

The end

A/N: I know Greg Sanders would never wear anything as geeky as jogging shorts, but when one's mind is in Guttersville how I can help it. You know what view he saw.