Title: More than words Author: Welly Fandom: CSI Pairings: Nick and Greg Spoilers: Play with fire... - inside the box - viva las vegas - turn of a screw - series-sequel: No archive? feel free disclaimer: I own nothing. NOTHING summary: a story of how Nick and Greg got together.
A/N: This started out as a ficlet, but then it turned into a full-blown fanfiction, and now it's just insanely long (well, it is for me, and damn straight it is too at over 24000 words.) I'm really proud of it, and I hope y'all like it too. Happy reading!
To kuteki, thank you for helping me out when I lost my imagination, and for helping me to improve my English…
To ISOD, thank you for teaching me that red wine doesn't go in the fridge. I always knew that A-level in food tech would teach you something useful…
You two are great people, I owe you big time! BIG TIME!
And to my spell-checker, thank you for teaching me how to spell like an American.
And to the critics, I'd like to apologise for the amount of times Greg and Nick get their kit off in this story, I know it's a lot, but, hey, would you rather they stay fully clothed the whole time, because I just don't think that would be as much fun….
('') Welly XXX
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CHAPTER ONE
Greg went into the locker room, closing the door behind him. He locked it.
"Greg?" said Nick, closing his locker.
"We need to talk," said Greg.
"What's up?" asked Nick, zipping up his jacket.
"You!" said Greg, resting his back against the door. "I want to know why you're acting so weird around me."
"I don't know what you mean," said Nick innocently.
"That's BS, and you know it," said Greg. "I've seen the way you are with me. You stare at me, and then when I notice, you look away. And every time I page you to my lab, you always make some excuse about not stopping, and rush off. I want to know why."
Nick blinked slowly.
"Well?" said Greg, putting his hands on his hips.
"I think I'm in love with you," said Nick, quietly.
"Come again?" said Greg.
"I shouldn't have said that," said Nick, quickly. "I'm sorry."
"No," said Greg. "You should have said that. Go on."
"Okay," said Nick. "It's like, every time I see you, I feel all funny, like I'm in love."
"So you're in love with me?" said Greg.
"I don't know," said Nick. "I've never fancied a guy before."
"There's nothing wrong with that," said Greg.
"How do you feel about me?" asked Nick.
"I, er, guess I quite like you too," said Greg.
"Have you ever fancied a man before?" asked Nick.
Greg nodded. "I don't just sleep with women, y'know."
"I guess," said Nick.
"So what you do want to do with me?" asked Greg.
"What do you mean?" asked Nick, looking puzzled.
"Well, you say you quite fancy me," said Greg. "So what do you want to do about it? Do you want to ignore your feelings, and hope they'll go away? Do you want to throw me up against the wall right now? Do you want to ask me out for a drink? Do you want me to leave? What?"
"I, er-" began Nick.
"Don't look so worried," smiled Greg.
"Greg, would you let me take you out to dinner?" asked Nick.
"Are you asking me if I'd let you, or if I want you to?" asked Greg.
"Oh," said Nick. "Greg, do you want to come out to dinner with me?"
"I'd love to," smiled Greg. "But I can't tonight, I'm pulling a double."
"Me too," said Nick.
"You could take me out to breakfast," suggested Greg.
"That's not very romantic," said Nick.
"Oh, so you want to be romantic?" asked Greg.
"Well, er-"
Greg giggled. "Tell you what, I'll take you out to breakfast, I know this quiet little place that serves the meanest fry-up ever."
Nick smiled. "Okay."
"Okay?" checked Greg.
"Mm hmm," said Nick.
"Cool," smiled Greg. "Well, I guess I'll see you later then."
"Uh huh," said Nick.
Greg unlocked the door, and left the room. Nick closed his locker, and went back to his work, though he wasn't really concentrating on it, and Sara had to stop him from accidentally mixing together two solvents that would probably destroy the whole of Clark County.
"What's with you today?" asked Sara.
"Me?" said Nick, trying to sound innocent. "Nothing."
"What's her name?" asked Sara.
"Huh?" said Nick, quickly.
"You've got the hots for someone," said Sara. "I can tell. What's her name?"
"I haven't got the hots for any girl," said Nick.
"You fancy the same girl that Greg fancies," guessed Sara. "That's why you're acting weird around him."
"I'm not acting weird around Greg," protested Nick.
"Yes you are," said Sara.
"Is it that obvious?" asked Nick.
"Yes," said Sara. "So what's with you two? Did you exchange words or something?"
"Something like that," sighed Nick. "I don't want to talk about it though, can we talk about something else?"
"Sure," said Sara. "How about, you come help me process a beamer, and I'll forget your almost destroying the lab."
"Okay," said Nick.
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A/N: So, you can either take this chapter as a ficlet, which it could be, or you can read on for the rest...
Next chapter, Nick and Greg go to a diner, and get to know each other a bit better...
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