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That one comment, those six words, had opened a Pandora's Box of question--- Characters not mine, though Hailey is.
Chapter 7:
The front door slammed open at seven in the morning, a loud, resounding 'Boom!' echoing through the house. Dax, immediately in attack mode, pounced on the intruder, knocking him to the ground, growling ferociously. (My German Shepard has done this to me before… Such fun that is… Walking into a hallway at three in the morning only to be tackled by some big blob in a dark room…)
"What the hell was that?" Greg scrambled into the room, tripping over his own feet in his rush to figure out what was going on.
The squeak in the background got his attention. "Daddy? What are you doing here?" A sleepy eyes Hailey stared at the man lying on the floor, still pinned under Dax. "Are we having a slumber party?"
Sara, who was sitting on the couch attempting to stop hyperventilating from the shock of what had just occurred, quickly rushed to her daughter, sweeping the four year old into her arms.
"Dax. Down boy!" Greg pried the golden retriever from his co-worker, shooing him out of the room. "Nick, what are you doing here? Have you heard of knocking?"
The Texan glared pointedly at the two adults. "We need to talk. Now."
Greg nodded, taking Hailey from Sara. "It's time to go back to sleep, Hailey, baby." He told her, Dax tagging along as well, carrying her back to her room.
A few moments later she was out again, Greg emerging from the room. Nick and Sara had taken to competing in a glaring contest and were pretty far into the battle before they noticed his presence.
"Are you cheating on me?" Nick growled, staring at Sara.
"No! Are you? Or are you just working double to avoid me for fun?" She retaliated.
Greg flinched, the wrath of Sara had been activated.
"Care to explain this, then?" He handed Greg the crumpled of piece of paper that he was sure he'd still had in his pocket.
"Ugh…" The younger man found himself at a loss for words. He knew Nick wasn't typically a violent person. Though, there had been exceptions, and he was completely sure that this would qualify as one. There was no competition. He'd be dead, squashed, and Nick knew how to hide the body. "Nicky…"
"No. Don't. Tell me exactly what that paper says, Greg." He warned, his eyes darkening substantially, his accent growing stronger by the second. Before he could, however, Nick snatched the paper away . "Hailey Stokes. Greg Sanders. Match found. That about sums it up, doesn't it, Greggo?"
"Nick…" Sara tried to stop the two before CSI ended up processing the scene.
Though Greg seemed to be spared for the moment, the Texan returned his attention to Sara. "She's Greg's isn't she?"
She looked away, down the hallway, nodding. "Yes."
"When?"
"When you were out of town." Greg stated. "It wasn't supposed to happen, Nick. And it never happened again."
"Why should I believe you?" The other man turned again, glaring daggers at the newer CSI. "I'm gone, Sara. I don't think I can stay in Vegas. I'm gone…"
Sara looked up quickly. "Nick… you can't just leave… Hailey…"
"I'll always love Hailey. But, right now, I can't be here." He stormed out of the apartment, somehow the quiet click of the front door louder than the slam it had made when he'd entered.
"Where's Daddy going?" Hailey was once again hovering in the hallway, gripping Mr. Bear in one hand and Dax's collar in the other, tears in her chocolate eyes.
Sorry, about m lack of updates. And sorry it's not very long...-Watched mob with pitchforks slowly back away- Phew… XD … Aside from my recent Nick/Greg obsession I've been buried in schoolwork and finals. But, the semesters over now, finally. I had to get Nicky out of the way for a while, lest I subconsciously slip into Greg leaving Sara for Nick… which I doubt any of you would actually care to read… lol… I'll stop rambling now and post. Oh, and the competition's still in place, as well. Enjoy!!!
