Disclaimer: I do not own anything of CSI. If I did, then things would be a whole lot different. A/N: This is my first fic. I have no beta so all mistakes are on me. If you would like to be my beta, let me know. My stories will mostly be a mix of cannon and AU. I used to watch the show a lot but ever since the middle of the Sixth Season I kind of stopped. Mostly I did not like where they took some of the story lines. But I have always liked Nick and Greg. There is a special node to katlynn888's Favorite Place near the end. Since this is my first attempt at Nick and Greg, I would deeply appreciate your feedback.

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Chapter One Worries in Bed.

"Are you sure you don't want to join me?"

"Yes I'm sure. We both know that if I come in there with you, it's going be hours before we come out again."

Nick Stokes smiled at his boyfriend of almost two years and threw the towel over his shoulder. Greg was sitting on the bed crossed legged. He was only wearing a pair of boxers and one of Nick's A&M t-shirts. "Alright, I won't be long." he leaned in and placed a light kiss on Greg's lips.

Greg smiled back at Nick till he closed the door to the bathroom and the sound of the running water was heard. The shower gave Greg sometime to think on the situation ahead of him.

Both Nick and Greg had the past two days off and they spent the time together held up in Greg's apartment. They made love in bed, in the shower, and on the couch. In between sex, they ordered in Chinese food and laid on the couch, snuggled up together, watching movies. The Texan's strong arms hardly left the Californian's slim waist. Heads rested on either's shoulder and the feel of warm breath of the Texan on the back of the DNA tech's neck. They had not had many opportunities like this in the past few weeks. It was usually due to one working while the other did not or being told they were working overtime. The past two days were like Heaven to the two boys.

But in the back of his mind, Greg was worried. He needed to ask Nick an important question but he did not know exactly how to ask Nick. Sighing to himself, Greg got under the midnight blue comforter and sat up against the pillows. He opened the draw of his nightstand and took out the letter he had gotten in the mail a month ago. As he reread its content a small but sad smile appeared on his face.

Dear Greg,

I hope you and Nick are both doing well. Everyone here misses you greatly but no one more then Papa Olaf. Your last letter brought him such great joy when he read it. Nana claims that you were sending hidden messages to her in between the lines by how you were missing her Kringle so she has been busy baking some to send you some. They are getting ready for their group trip to Alaska and your grandfather is like a little boy getting ready to go Disney Land. Nana threatened to either leave him there in Alaska or push him overboard if he is not careful. Your father was honored last week by his department and a large dinner was held in his honor. You can imagine his embarrassment. He hates such displays of pomp.

I do hope your recovering is going well. I really wished you would have come back home to rest but I know that you have Nick there to help you. He truly is a wonderful man. You are blessed to have him in your life. Both your father and I can see how much he loves you and you him. Your grandparents are waiting to know when they will have the chance to meet Nick as well which brings me to the main reason for this letter.

Alice's parents told me that your reunion is next month and I was wondering if you were going to bring Nick along with you. If you did than you know we would be delighted to have the both of you stay here with us. No one, especially Papa, wants you to stay at a motel. And if you are worried about sleeping arrangements, don't be. All I want is for you and Nick is to be comfortable. I don't want you to feel pressured.

Well that mostly it dear. Let me know what the final decision is.

Remember that your father, grandparents and I love you.

Take care and be safe,

Mom

Greg was both happy and sadden by his mother's letter. Happy by how his parents and grandparents were so willing to take Nick into their family. Greg knew that once his Nana and Papa Olaf met his boyfriend, the famous southern charm would automatically win over his maternal grandparents. But the doubt he had kept going around in his head.

'I can't just spring this on him. He would freak out and say it's too soon for him to properly meet my family. Or he can just simply say no to the whole thing.'

The more he thought about it, the more Greg worked himself into a worry.

The sound of the shower shutting off brought Greg out of his thoughts. He hastily returned the letter to his drawer before a still somewhat wet Nick emerged from the bathroom. A smile grew on Greg's face when he saw that his lover was wearing one of his Marilyn Manson shirts along with the grey sweat pants.

"You are so hot when you wear that shirt."

"Oh you think," Nick said as he got under the covers, "well you look sexy when you wear my college shirt. In fact, you're sexy whether you're wearing it or not." He finished by taking Greg's face in his hands and placing a full kiss on his lips.

Greg leaned in to Nick and wrapped his arms around the strong neck and pulled the Texan down onto him. Nick's arms again wrapped themselves around Greg's waist as the kiss became more intense as tongs became involved. Each one fought for dominance. Fingers moved through wet hair while others slowly made their way under the A&M shirt eventually they came into contact with the scared skin causing the younger man to inhale sharply through his teeth and give a small yelp.

Nick pulled away from the DNA tech; he sat up and looked at Greg.

"Oh God, Greg I'm sorry. I forgot about your back."

Looking into his eye's Greg saw the concern and worry.

"It's ok baby. I just forgot to put my back cream on tonight," he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the tube of medical ointment.

"Here, I'll do that," and Nick took the tube out of Greg's hands.

"You don't…"

"I want to."

Before Greg could reply, Nick already had hold of the shirt.

"Lift up your arm."

Greg did and Nick pulled off the large shirt and placed it on the bed.

"Turn over."

"Greg hesitated for a moment but did as he was told.

The scares were nothing new to Nick. They had healed constable but they were still were tender at times. Nick placed a generous amount of the cream on his hands and rubbed tem together to warm the cream. Then he gently began to rub his lover's back taking care with his touch.

"Let me know if I'm hurting you G."

"You never could Nicky."

Nick smiled. He had learned from the nurses at the hospital how to apply the cream to Greg's back and how to take care not to agitate the scared skin.

Greg almost allowed the calming feeling of the cream to put him to sleep but the nagging question kept him from.

"There, all done," and Nick placed a short kiss on the nap of Greg's neck.

"Thanks," and Greg sat up and retrieved the disregarded shirt to put back on while Nick went to wash his hands and put the tube back in the medical kit in the bathroom.

When he returned Nick saw Greg had an open book in his hands but he did not seem to be reading it. Again Nick got under the covers and slid closer to his boyfriend. After a moment he looked at the title of the book that did not seem to have Greg's attention.

"An Introduction to Chess Moves and Tactics Simply Explained by Leonard Barden. Isn't that a little below your level G?"

Greg smiled at Nick. "Papa Olaf as told me to remember my chess basics. They are my greatest weapons."

It was made Nick smile when Greg mentioned his grandfather.

"Well I guess the advice of a chess master is never wrong."

"No it never is."

Closing the book, Greg returned it to its place on the night table and switched of his lamp.

"Come here baby," and Greg curled up next to the broad chest and allowed himself to be encircled by Nick's arms. This was his favorite place in the world. Here, he felt safe. No matter what type of day or mood he was in, having those arms around him made everything alright with the world.

While they laid there in the dark, Greg decided to go ahead and ask Nick about the possibility of going to San Francisco with him.

"Nicky, how do you feel about reunions?"

"I don't mind them. It's the fact that I come from such a large family that they can get chaotic. At my last family reunion, my mom called me by my two older brother's names ad one of my sister's name as well. I'm basically a jungle gym to my nephews and nieces but I don't mind that part."

The image of Nick being forced on the ground and being run over by a horde of small children made Greg smile.

"I don't mean family reunions. I mean like school reunions."

"Oh those. I hate school reunions Greg. I didn't go to my last high school reunion and the only reason I went to my college reunion was due to the fact one of friends was there after he had had major surgery and they said he wasn't going to survive through it. For the most part everyone is still the same person they were back in high school. There are several people whom I really thankful I don't ever see again. Then you have the people who can't stop raving how wonderful their lives are and go on and on never shutting up and showing off their great spouse or pictures of their perfect kids."

Greg said nothing.

"Why do you ask?"

"Oh Wendy and I were talking the other day about her high school reunion and I had said that you loved going back to your old high school and showing off how you were the Big Man On Campus. Wendy said that you were too humble to do that so I guess I'll have to tell her she was right. No big deal."

Due to drowsiness, Nick did not hear the hurt tone in Greg's response.

"Sorry. I know how you hate telling Wendy when she s right."

"Yah well like I said, it's no big deal. Goodnight Nicky."

"Good Night Greggo."

It only took a few minutes for Nick to fall into a deep sleep. Greg however found it harder to do just that. He thought on Nick's comments.

'What am I going to do now? How can I ask him to go with me when he hates school reunions?'

It was still a week till Greg would have to leave Vegas for San Francisco and he was no where closer on coming up with an answer.

Eventually Greg also surrender to sleep's embrace. He turned only once and he pressed his chest up against Nick's. The scent of his body wash was still fresh and Greg inhaled it deeply. Nick tightened his hold on Greg and the two men slept through the night uninterrupted.