"Love Is Not A Crime"

Disclaimer: See chapter one if it really matters to you.

Chapter Eleven: Midnight

Date: November 4, 2004

Nick and Greg pulled in the long driveway of the Stokes residence at about four o'clock. Lunch was a disaster. When George returned to the table, Nick apologized. George accepted it, or so he pretended to.

Trisha's car was already at the house, that girl drove at least eighty no matter where she is.

Laura Stokes wasn't home yet for she was accompanying Paula, George and his parents to the dining hall where the reception would be held.

The two men walked into the house, and headed into the kitchen for something to snack on. Trisha was in the kitchen sitting at the island reading a textbook on Criminal Law, and eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

"Oh PB and J." Greg smiled as he saw the fixings on the island. "Help yourself." Trisha smiled. And Greg did just that.

"Want one Nick?" he asked.

"I don't like peanut butter." he responded as he poured a glass of lemonade for himself, Greg and Trisha.

"Sorry, I forgot." Greg apologized.

Nick nodded his acceptance of Greg's apology. Trisha looked up and studied the two boys.

"So how long as it been?" she interjected amongst jotting something down on her pad.

"What?" Nick asked confused, as Greg tried to speak but was hindered by the mouthful of peanut butter and jelly.

"How long have you two been dating?" she repeated the question.

"What makes you think we are dating?" Nick asked fearful.

"I can tell by the way you interact."

Nick looked at her, then looked at Greg.

"Trisha, please don't tell anyone especially Mom." Nick responded in a shaky voice.

"Nick, I would never tell something like that to anyone." she responded, closing her book.

"It's been five months." Greg said, answering her previous question.

"I think it's great that you both have someone." she smiled.

"Yeah." they answered in unison.

The three spent the rest of the afternoon talking, and just chilling. Nick loved his littlest sister more than any other of his sisters. At around six, Paula and Laura returned home, both bitching about how the florist picked azaleas instead of tulips. Nick, Greg, and Trisha went to a restaurant for dinner shortly after and didn't return until nine o'clock. Nick and Greg fell asleep at midnight, after three hours of passionate love-making.

November 5, 2004

Greg and Nick spent the entire day together, seeing the sights of Dallas. Both returned in time for the rehearsal dinner, their skin tan from being out in the Texan sun. Despite it being fall, the sun still scorched.

"Hey, how was your day?" Trisha asked as she was doing her hair for the rehearsal dinner.

"Excellent. Nicky taught me how to ride a horse." Greg exclaimed excited. Nick stood behind him smiling.

"You've never ridden a horse before?" Trisha asked as if it were a crime not to have.

"Nope." he smiled.

"Now you're a Texan." she smiled. Greg never noticed before, but she had a slight accent.

"Nicholas." came a voice from behind Nick, which he identified as his mother's.

"Yeah Mom." he responded as he rolled his eyes.

"I suggest that you get ready for the rehearsal."

Nick nodded, as she walked away.

"How come you aren't a bridesmaid?" Greg asked Trisha as she placed pink lip gloss on her lips.

"Paula already had enough." she said in a hurt voice.

"Who are the bridesmaids?"

"Alex, Melanie, her best friends Greta and Natalie."

"She couldn't include her other sister?" Greg asked rudely.

"Apparently not. I don't care though. Pink is not my color." she said in a matter-of-fact voice.

Greg laughed.

The rehearsal dinner went smoothly. There was no criticism of Nick or anyone. Melanie was ten minutes late, still dressed in her blue scrubs.

November 7, 2004

The wedding was beautiful. Everything was well planned out, and everyone was just happy. Paula and George left the next morning early for a honeymoon in Rome and Venice for six weeks. Nick thought it a little long, but once again his opinion didn't matter because he wasn't married.

Greg awoke at six o'clock that morning to get everything in order, for Nick and him were about to fly back to Las Vegas and get back into the swing of work.

Nick was curled up in the bed, silent snores escaping through his nasal cavity. He was tired, and did have a lot to drink the previous night at the wedding.

Greg found the plain tickets in the Nick's backpack. Their flight would be leaving at one o'clock and arriving at three o'clock.

Nick awoke twenty minutes later to see Greg sitting at the table reviewing the manual for becoming a CSI.

"Morning sleepy head." he smiled as he abandoned his book and looked at Nick.

Nick smiled, and climbed out of the bed, once standing he stretched and adjusted himself.

"We leave at one right?" Nick asked with a yawn following.

"Yeah. Your Mom is having the cooks make breakfast, it should be ready at about eight."

Nick smiled, his Mom was so weird.

At eight o'clock, Nick and Greg went downstairs to indulge in breakfast. His mother, father, and Trisha were there, already eating.

"Morning." Nick said to his father and mother, and took his seat.

"Morning Nicky." his father said, who was busy reading the business section of the paper.

"Good morning, Greg." Trisha said smiling.

"Morning." he answered.

'What time is your flight, Nicky?" his mother asked, as she sipped her tea.

"One. But we are leaving here at eleven because I want to show Greg that park you used to take me."

Greg stared at Nick. His mother used to bring him to a park? Talk about surprising.

The two went to the park, then headed over to the airport, to catch their plane home. Nick was so happy to be going home. Greg was too. They both missed work and their friends.

Once aboard the plane, Greg asked Nick a question.

"Where was the weirdest place you've ever had sex?"

Nick stared at Greg surprised by the question.

"The Dallas Cowboys football arena, in September 1989." Nick answered without a moment of hesitation.

Greg snickered. "You?"

"The mall bathroom when I was nineteen."

Nick laughed as well.

"How many women and men have you been with?" Nick asked.

Greg started counting in his head, "5 women, 8 men including you." he answered.

Nick nodded, his face blushed and he answered his own question, "35 women, and just you."

"You slut." Greg responded with a laugh.

"Ugh, you bitch." Nick responded, as he reached over and kissed Greg.

"I'm your bitch." Greg said after the two broke the kiss, only to be re-emerged in it.

I hope you all liked. I know its all over the place, but I really wanted them to get back to Las Vegas for the new murders. Review!! Thanks! Damien455