Nick slammed his way into his house, fighting back the tears he'd been holding in for two hours. He looked around his house, saw the picture, and lost it. His knees gave out from underneath him. He sagged against the wall as he let his body fall onto the floor. Not able to hold it in any longer, he let the tears fall. He started sobbing, his whole body shaking. Those five words he had never wanted to hear kept screaming in his head.

I don't love you anymore.

Nick grabbed his head with both of his hands. He tried his hardest to get that voice out of his head, but it didn't work. He'd become too used to that voice, too reliant to the gentleness of it, the love in it. And to never hear it again killed Nick the most. He wrapped his legs in his arms as the days events played through his head again.

Nick walked into the lab relaxed and ready to work. He opened the door, the familiar smell of the chemicals filling his lungs. He walked to the briefing room to find out his assignment to walk into a room full of solemn faces. A bad feeling hit Nick's stomach as he walked further into the room.

"What's up guys?"

No one would meet Nick's eyes. Run you idiot! His instincts kept yelling at him. But his head wanted to know what was going on. Finally, Grissom spoke up.

"It's about Greg."

Nick began to worry frantically. Images of Greg getting hurt or kidnapped went through his mind rapidly.

"What about Greg?" He asked in a shaky voice. His body began to tremble when Grissom hesitated in telling him the answer.

"Nick, Greg is moving. He gave me his two weeks notice today."

Nicks whole body shut down. He couldn't fell..no he didn't want to feel anything. He couldn't think straight. Without a second thought, he took off to the lab. His heart pounding, he ran as fast as e could He got there just in time. Greg was packing a few of his things. Nick slammed his hand down on the box that Greg was about to move.

"Let go Nick."

Tears filled his eyes as the pain of his only true love leaving hit him, hard. "Why are you doing this, Greg?"

"You know I was offered a better job in New York. It's better pay and shorter, daytime hours. Besides, there's nothing keeping me in Vegas."

Nick tried to hide the pain he was feeling. He felt sick to his stomach. He fought the urge to vomit with all his might. "What about me?"

"Nick, we've been together for three years, and you still haven't tried to tell anyone. Not even the guys. If I really meant anything to you, you would have told them by now."

"Greg, I'm scared. What if they don't except that I'm gay?"

"They all know I am, and none of them care. At all."

"But what about Warrick? He may get creped out."

"Warrick was one of my biggest supporters when I told everyone. Look, Nick, I'm not going to have this conversation with you. I've made up my mind. I'm leaving."
The tears finally escaped Nick's eyes, rolling down his cheek. "Greg, this isn't fair…"

"I'll tell you what's not fair!" Greg shouted at the top of his lungs, his own tears escaping his eyes, "What's not fair is telling me constantly that you love me and that you want everyone to know, but never following through! I've giving you three fucking years and I'm sick of it! I can't take anymore of it Nick! I love you, but I hate the pain of knowing I can't let anyone else know!" Greg gasped for breath, his whole body trembling in frustration, his voice continuously gaining volume." Do you know how many people have tried to set me up? DO YOU?! And I have to be an ass and tell them that I'm not interested! All because you're too much of a pussy to be honest with your best friends about the person you're supposedly in love with. Well, no more Nick. I'm moving to New York, starting over. Maybe there will be some guy who really loves me there."

"What if I told them, right now, right this very second? Would you stay?"

"No, Nick it's too late."

"But Greg, I love you!"

"I'm sorry Nick, but I don't love you anymore."

Nick was awakened from the memory by his cell ringing loudly in his ear. He grabbed it, hoping it would be Greg. He answered it in high hopes

"Hello?"

"Hey Nick, it's Warrick."

Nick's stomach fell. "Hey man, what's up?" He responded, trying to sound as happy as possible.

"How you doing man? I heard you and Greg fighting."

"Oh really?" Nick's stomach spiraled. "What did you hear?"

"Enough to know you really don't want him to go."

Nick looked at the floor, too afraid of saying the wrong thing. He didn't want to admit to something Warrick didn't hear.

"Why didn't you tell us that you were gay?"

Fresh tears rolled out of Nick's eyes. "I don't know, I was scared. I was stupid. And now I've lost the only person I've ever truly loved forever."

"I don't know about that."

Hope slowly started to rise in Nick's chest. "What do you mean?

"Meet me in the lab in half an hour."

And with that, the line went dead.