Chapter 10

Tracy yawned sleepily, pulling Nick's arm tighter around her, and snuggling against Greg's chest.

Muttering under her breath, causing both men to have to strain to catch what she was saying, Tracy managed to get out, "I think that was the best I've ever had! Just remember, at the party, you'll have to lavish some affection on each other, too," before her eyes drifted closed.

Greg and Nick looked at each other over Tracy's head. Neither man saw the expected look of horror on the other's face. In fact, a slow smile spread across both of their faces.

Nick tentatively reached up, cupping Greg's cheek, and murmured, "Somehow, I think I'll be okay with that."

Greg leaned into the touch, quietly responding with a, "Me, too!"

Nick slowly moved his hand from Greg's cheek to trace a finger down Tracy's cheek, then to push a strand of stray hair off her forehead.

Tracy sighed in her sleep, her features relaxed and innocent.

"What's happening to us, Greggo?" Nick looked up at his friend, panic in his eyes. It was the same panic that Greg hadn't seen the older CSI exhibit since he'd been rescued from the plexiglass coffin.

Greg smiled reassuringly at his friend, trying to ease Nick's panic before it built any more. "I don't know, Nicky. I think..." he licked his lips nervously.

"Yeah?" Nick's panicked look began to subside, replaced by curiosity.

"I think I'm falling in love with her, and..." he trailed off, averting his eyes.

"And?" Nick prompted, fighting the urge to pull Greg's face up so they were eye to eye again.

"And you... The question is, do the two of you reciprocate my feelings," Greg's face had turned a bright shade of red, and he couldn't believe he'd actually said that. "I'll understand if you hate my guts," Greg finished lamely.

"I'm not really sure what I feel," Nick started, rushing on when he saw Greg's crestfallen look, "I... I do know how my body reacts to... to both of you." Carefully laying back so he wouldn't disturb Tracy, Nick wiped his right hand over his face. "Just watching you kissing her, it made me..." he trailed off.

"Jealous?" Greg supplied.

"God, no!" Nick exclaimed loudly, then cringed. He waited a moment to make sure he hadn't woken Tracy, then continued. "It was a total turn on!" he finally admitted.

Nick was rewarded by the wide smile and blush that spread across Greg's face. The smile lit his eyes up. "I can live with that, for now, I think," Greg said. "Now, we just have to find out how she feels about us."

As if on cue, Tracy's eyes fluttered open, and she smiled at the two men. "I am head over heels for..." she trailed off, building a bit of suspense between the two night shift CSIs, "both of you!"

"How much of that conversation did you overhear?" Greg asked, aghast at the thought of what she might think of them now.

"How long have you been listening?" Nick asked, mock accusingly.

"Pretty much all of it," she grinned as they both turned beat red, which she found highly erotic, since they were all still naked. "I'm a light sleeper," she explained finally.

Looking at the clock on the night stand beyond Greg, Tracy found it was well past midnight, and said, "We should really get some sleep, or we'll be useless at the party tonight." She moved to get off the bed.

"Speak for yourself," Nick grinned, pulling Tracy around, so she was straddling him.

"Yeah, we're used to being up at this time of night. We work the night shift, remember," Greg finished Nick's thought for him.

Smiling wickedly at the two, Tracy pulled away from Nick, and slid to the floor, "Save it for tonight, you horny bastards!" With that, she turned on her heel and fled into the bathroom.

When she emerged several minutes later, clad in her pajamas, she discovered that both men had fallen asleep where they lay. Men! She thought to herself as she crawled up between the two, pulled up the blankets over the three of them, then snuggled up and fell back to sleep herself.

Rolling over into a cold spot on the bed woke her up the next morning. Opening her eyes, the night before came flooding back to her. She waited for a feeling of regret to come over her, but was pleasantly surprised when a warm flush spread throughout her body instead. That was when she decided that she really and truly had meant it when she said she was head over heels in love with Nick Stokes and Greg Sanders.

The room was awash with light, so she knew it must have been mid to late morning. Time when the other two CSIs would normally be sleeping, but they were both gone.

She rose and dressed, slipping into a matching pair panties and bra, a pair of jeans that hugged her figure in all the right places, and a button down blouse. She left the first few buttons loose, so hits of her cleavage were exposed. She stayed barefoot for now.

Tracy found the men in the kitchen. Nick was at the stove, frying up some bacon strips and heavenly smelling pancakes. Greg was sitting at the table, a mug of his signature Hawaiian Blue coffee in one hand, a newspaper in the other.

"Well, isn't this a picture of domestic bliss!" she grinned cheekily at the two.

"Sleeping Beauty has awakened," Greg teased right back. He put down the paper, and pulled her onto his lap. Tracy leaned down and tenderly kissed his lips, sucking on the bottom one before letting go.

"Tell me last night wasn't a dream," she breathed into his mouth.

"It wasn't," Greg rasped, then cleared his throat. "I love you!"

"I love you, too," Tracy replied. Then she carefully disengaged herself from Greg to go to Nick. She wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her cheek against his back as he continued to cook. "I love you, Nick."

Nick's back suddenly tensed against her, and Tracy soothed him, "I know. I heard what you said last night. It's okay. It's not going to stop me from telling you how I feel about you, though. Who knows, maybe by us telling you, it will help you figure it out."

Nick's back relaxed again, and he spun around in her arms, claiming her mouth for a quick kiss, before turning back to the stove. He mumbled, "Thanks for understanding."

Greg groaned, and both Nick and Tracy turned to see what was wrong. Smiling sheepishly, Greg said to Nick, "You're right! That is a turn on!"

Nick snorted, trying to contain laughter that threatened to become a fit of hysterics. He was still trying to wrap his head around his feelings. He'd been raised believing that love was between one woman and one man, and that doing things like this was wrong, but how could something that felt so good and natural be wrong?