Lab Angel: Here's Chapter Three, sorry it took so long to update it, I lost internet for a while there.

Disclaimer: I forgot to put this in the other two chapters so I'm putting it in this one. I don't own CSI etc. etc.

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;-; Greg ;-;

I still don't know why I didn't tell Nick why I liked him, I just didn't want to, not yet anyway. So here we are, Friday night, we're at Murray's and it's packed. I look around as we wait for a table to open up, the curtains and carpet are red as can be. The booths and tables were made so that the occupants could be in private. I continued to look around, I turned to look at Nick to see that he was looking around the restraunt with a light flush across his face.

"Are you regretting this?" I ask, hoping he would say he wasn't. I saw him shake his head.

"No, I'm just nervous, you know... First date jitters." He chuckled, then looked up as one of the hosts walked up.

"You're table is ready sirs." He said with a smile, eyeing Nick, I frowned and moved next to him wrapping my arm around his waist. I heard him gasp, but didn't release him until the host was out of view. I turned to look at him and he was staring at me with a raised brow. I shrug and sit down, following my example Nick sat down and continued to give me that questioning stare. I sigh knowing he won't let it go.

"I'm jealous guy." I say with a shrug, I sigh again as he gives me an amused smile. "I didn't like the way he looked at you okay?" With a nod Nick looked down at his menu, the waiter came over a few minutes later and we told him what we wanted. I hear Nick sigh as he looks out the window were sitting next to.

"Greg?" He looks back at me, that questioning look back, that look means trouble for me though. I nod letting him know that I heard him. "Why me?" He asks for the first time since he asked on Tuesday, I look out the window and think on it for a few moments.

"Because..." I pause to consider my words again. "After the explosion in the lab, I started to consider what my life would be like without having loved... When I started working at the lab, you were the nicest to me, the first to treat me like I belonged... All my life people have treated me because they thought I didn't belong with them. I never really had friends. They always thought I was too weird, wanting to study science more than sports or other things like that, then being homosexual only made people not like me more. In high school I was shunned. They always said the same thing... It didn't bother me after a while, in my last year at high school I was approached by one of my classmates who told me he had had a crush on me since school started... I was too trusting." I pause for a moment as I see how Nick is staring at me. "You know how I feel don't you?" He nods and looks back out the window. "Well anyway..." I stop as he holds up a hand.

"Let me guess how the rest of this goes?" I nod letting him know it's okay. "From that last little statement, the guy, either got you beat up or raped." He pauses still looking at me, I nod letting him know he's doing well so far. "You got into college with the scars of being betrayed on your heart, you were hesitant to let anyone get close to you, then you started getting close to your classmates who didn't know about your homosexuality, you became the goofy, over-confident, hyper Greg that's sitting with me. Am I right?" I stare at him wide-eyed for a minute and nod.

"Yeah, that's everything in a nut shell." I smile again and turn to stare out the window, when I try to say something more I stop as our food arrives. We ate in silence, not really knowing what to say after I told him my whole life's story.

"So which was it?" I heard him ask.

"Which was what?" I looked at him a little confused.

"Were you beat up or raped?"

"Gang banged actually." I answered. "So technically both."

T-T Nick T-T

I stare down at my plate, thinking how much Greg has gone through and still turned out so hyper. I hid behind doing what my father wanted me to, I joined the football, basketball and baseball teams, dated a cheerleader; I was in a fraternity, I was the all-american guy, a true Texan. Hell, before Greg I was never really into guys, I was but not one that I felt could be a steady date. I look up at him and see that he's staring out the window, his beautiful eyes haunted. Biting my tongue I reach across the table and place my hand over his, drawing him out of his silent reverie. His beautiful eyes are on me now, I blink and turn away to look out the window. I turn to look at him again, and he's staring at me with a small smile.

"What are you thinking?" He asks.

"Just how I kept my life hidden from everyone and you showed it until college. I could never do anything, not without my father's consent." I sigh as I look out the window. "I was scared until a few years ago to let people know that I'm not straight."

"Let me guess, Warrick was the first you told." I give a nod and he smiles.

"Warrick's my best friend, what do you expect." I smile at the waiter as he brings us our bill. "I'll pay." I offer and pull out my wallet. We get up and head for the exit. "So is this the end of our date?" I ask.

"I guess, unless you want to go to the movies." I think it over for a minute and nod.

"Sounds like a plan. Let's go." I smile as we head for my tahoe. Arriving at the theatre I pay for our tickets, we get popcorn and soda then head into the theatre. The movie was pretty lame, it was supposed to be that new horror movie but it was lame, as we left the theatre Greg and I talked about the movie.

"I think the only horror in that movie was the acting." Greg joked as we got into my truck.

"I know, what were they thinking?" We both laugh at that.

;-; Greg ;-;

The silence on the way back to my apartment was comforting, neither of us wanted to talk, neither of us wanted this night to end. Nick pulled up in front of my apartment and killed the engine, we sat out there for a moment, I really didn't want him to leave, but if I asked him up to my apartment he would probably think I was crazy.

"Well I guess there's nothing left but to say later." Nick smiled and leaned over to kiss me, I leaned and kissed him back. Before I knew what was happening, I was straddling him and my lips were firmly sealed to his. The hand at the nape of my neck was forbiding me to move even an inch, but I didn't care feeling him against my thigh was too much for me to bear. I ground down on him causing both of us to moan into each other's mouths, I opened my mouth letting Nick take control. When we heard the slam of a door we looked at the apartment complex to see my elderly neighbor coming out for his usual walk to the corner store. "Shall we continue?" He asked, I nodded but stopped him kissing me again.

"Let's move up to my apartment." I murmured, feeling the sudden burst of cold air I noticed he had opened the door, I got out as he grabbed his keys and was already at the door into the complex. I unlocked my apartment door, suddenly thankful that I was on the second floor. I turned and wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. He pulled away for a moment and looked me in the eye, I knew that look so well, Grissom as well as everyone else used that look. He was observing me, studying me, like he wasn't sure if this is what I really wanted from him.

"Is this really what you want?" He asks, my mind was drawn out of it's lustful haze and I stare back into his eyes. After I see slight uncertainty in his eyes, I turn to look at the carpet beneath our feet, we stood like that for a moment I felt his hand caress my face and look up at him again. "Greg, answer me."

"I'm kinda scared..." I saw his faint smile.

"We don't have to do anything." Nick said still smiling, he kissed me lightly on the forehead and turned to leave my apartment.

"Wait Nick... Why don't you stay here for the night?" I ask feeling slightly stupid, he turned and looked at me.

"I don't see why not, but we're going to have sleep seperately, otherwise we might continue what we started." I nodded and disappeared into the hallway closet to pull out some blankets, I lay them on the arm of the couch.

"It's not very comfortable, but it's better than the floor." I looked at the blankets on the couch then to Nick, leaning forward I kissed him lightly.

"Night... I guess." He whispered against my lips.

"Night."

Lab Angel: Okay I had promised my beta readers smut this chapter but I couldn't get my mind to work on it. So it'll have to wait until the next.