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"…God, Sara! He's my friend, tell me!" Greg yelled, slamming down his coffee mug. The whole business was becoming infuriating.
The source of the row was Nick. He'd been acting strange, coming in late, being abusive toward his friends…and Greg was sure everyone knew what was wrong.
Everyone; except him. He hated the thought that the CSI's were keeping something from him.
He especially hated the thought that they were keeping something from him because of his 'condition.'
"No. Greg, if he wants to tell you, he will!" Sara said, patients wearing very thin. She had made a promise to Nick. And he had promised in return to tell Greg; but in his own time.
"Sara, you told me that the worse thing about this place was being the last person to know something." Greg said calmly, trying to appeal to Sara's own values….
"Greg, I was talking about you not telling us about your condition, this is different!"
….He failed.
"Does everyone else know?" Greg said curiously, trying to restrain his anger. He was mad at Nick, for not telling him, but he understood the burden of emotional pain.
"Greg…I…" She said, looking at the walls, stuttering, searching for a believable statement.
"Can't say?" Greg suggested, "That's great Sara! Out of everyone, I trusted you most…
"…And I've done nothing to betray that trust!" Sara interrupted. She felt trapped.
Tell Greg; Nick gets mad.
Don't tell Greg: Greg gets mad.
"Greg, just…just talk to him." Sara said in defeat.
"I've tried, he wont tell me." Greg said, mimicking her tone.
"He will…" Sara said, trying to console Greg with hope.
Nick entered the break room. His clothes were creased, they looked like the same ones he wore for the last shift.
Sara looked at him with concerned; she knew the problem, but Nick didn't even tell her what was going on in his head.
He could be thinking anything.
"Greg, can I talk to you….his voice trailed of, as he noticed that Sara was in the room, "…later?" he finished.
"Sure." Greg said, trying hard not to unleash a load of questions.
Nick looked between Sara and Greg, then quietly exited the room.
"What did I tell you Greg?" Sara said smiling in triumph.
Her smile hid both her concern.
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Nick and Greg arranged to meet up later; at a 24/7 café. Nick was grateful for such establishments; it didn't matter what hours of the day you worked, you always got to drink something which resembled coffee, and usually contained much needed caffeine.
Caffeine; a must when you have insomnia.
It takes the edge off.
"so….?" Greg said, trying to initiate a conversation between the pair.
"…so…" Nick responded. He didn't know how to talk to anyone; let alone Greg anymore.
"Talk to me Nick. Tell me what's been happening with you," Greg said quietly, with concern.
"It's difficult." Nick responded.
He'd prepared for this conversation; but now, he didn't seem to have the right words to say.
The words left him as soon as he saw Greg's worried expression.
"Difficult? Everyone seems to know at CSI apart from me! It can't be that difficult." Greg exclaimed, his eyes searched Nicks face for some kind of answer.
"Greg, you ever had a gun pulled on you?" Nick said suddenly, looking up from his coffee.
"What?" Greg questioned, wondering where this line of questioning was going, wondering if it was a metaphor for something else.
Nick sighed, and looked away, "This has been my, fourth, maybe fifth time. Before, I was unarmed – once Griss 'saved me' – but this time, I had my gun drawn, and I just couldn't…" his voice became choked.
"…Shoot?" Greg suggested quietly.
"Yeah." Nick said in agreement. "Purp knocked it clear form my hand, if Brass hadn't been around…" He squeezed his empty plastic coffee cup in disgust.
Greg closed his eyes, he searched for the right words.
"Nick, you aren't a cop, God only knows why CSI's carry a gun around," greg said reassuringly.
Nick shook his head in disagreement, "I froze Greg, I clear froze. What happens if the stakes where higher, what if…"
"…'What if's' don't do anyone any good." Greg said forcefully, Greg knew this…
There was a moment of awkward silence, as the pair searched through there minds.
"I can't do this anymore." Nick said finally.
"What?" Greg exclaimed in disbelief.
"I can't be a CSI Greg, not anymore, I'm to much of a liability." Nick said, the realisation only hitting him fully after the words escaped his mouth.
"Nick, listen to what you're saying." Greg said with concern.
"I know what I'm saying Greg." Nick said, trying to suppress the anger. He'd mentioned the idea to both Warrick and Sara, and they'd both scaled him; told him he wasn't seeing straight.
But it sometimes takes bad things to help you see straight; right?
"Give it some time…" greg suggested, his brow furrowing.
"…I have, but I guess you've been to busy arguing with Warrick, and being paly with Sara to notice." Nick yelled angrily. He didn't mean to; he hadn't slept in a while; and when he did catch a nap, he woke in a cold sweat, seeing the purp…
….seeing the gun…
He looked at Greg, who was giving him a cold stare.
'Apologise' came a voice from his mind.
"Sorry, that was uncalled for, I'm just a little…" Nick began.
"…Stressed? Exactly! That's why you need to think." Greg said, trying to reinforce his argument. He didn't want Nick to leave. Not now. Not when he needed friends; yes, he knew it was selfish.
"My minds made up Greg. It's not just all this, I've been thinking about this for a while." Nick said honestly, his eyes desperately searching Greg's face for acceptance.
"What will you do?"
"I was thinking about touring, seeing a bit of the world, you know? I'm still young, handsome…and, well, I was thinking…" Nick stopped, and stared at Greg.
"What?" Greg said, wondering why Nick had stopped.
"Come with me."
"What?" Greg said, hating to repeat himself, but now it was shock about what Nick was suggesting.
"We're both young Greg, there's so much too see, we could do this together, meet some gals, find new jobs." Nick said, trying to show all the possibilities available to them.
"I cant believe what you're suggesting," Greg said, his disapproval apparent.
"Greg, I'm not proposing marriage!" Nick said with a small grin, "And I'm not telling you to quit either…just take some time off." Nick suggested, he didn't want Greg to feel like he was abandoning him.
"I can't nick, I need to stay here. I barely know how I am anymore…" Greg said awkwardly, trying not to bring too much of his own problems into the argument.
He could only hope Nick wasn't leaving because he couldn't deal with him.
With the Parkinson's.
"Yeah! So get away from all of this! Find yourself." Nick said, hoping it would convince Greg to stay.
"I'm sorry Nick. I need to stay here." Greg said, with an air of finality.
Greg believed Nick didn't know what he was asking. Unlike Sara, Nick hadn't seen the full-blown tremors. Greg wondered if he could cope with him.
Nick sighed; he'd tried to convince Greg, but failed.
"Ill miss you G man." Nick said, trying not to sound to sentimental.
"You sure you want to do this?"
"Hell yeah!" Nick yelled happily, trying to see the positive side, "Get out of Vegas, see things, do things…meet people." Nick said happily.
"The lab shouldn't become your life Greg."
"I know." Greg insisted. "Ill miss you too Nick." He admitted.
They both smiled at this, and then simultaneously started to laugh.
Greg exhaled hard before saying, in all seriousness;
"If this turns out to be a candid camera show – you're gonna pay."
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This is going to sound weird but; every time I write a male character talking with another male character, I'm sure it sounds slashy. I don't know why. Probably just paranoia. But if it does sound like slash, please tell me, ill try and modify it.
As always, please review.
And encase you didn't know…my reviewers rock!
Thanks again for the reviews.
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"…God, Sara! He's my friend, tell me!" Greg yelled, slamming down his coffee mug. The whole business was becoming infuriating.
The source of the row was Nick. He'd been acting strange, coming in late, being abusive toward his friends…and Greg was sure everyone knew what was wrong.
Everyone; except him. He hated the thought that the CSI's were keeping something from him.
He especially hated the thought that they were keeping something from him because of his 'condition.'
"No. Greg, if he wants to tell you, he will!" Sara said, patients wearing very thin. She had made a promise to Nick. And he had promised in return to tell Greg; but in his own time.
"Sara, you told me that the worse thing about this place was being the last person to know something." Greg said calmly, trying to appeal to Sara's own values….
"Greg, I was talking about you not telling us about your condition, this is different!"
….He failed.
"Does everyone else know?" Greg said curiously, trying to restrain his anger. He was mad at Nick, for not telling him, but he understood the burden of emotional pain.
"Greg…I…" She said, looking at the walls, stuttering, searching for a believable statement.
"Can't say?" Greg suggested, "That's great Sara! Out of everyone, I trusted you most…
"…And I've done nothing to betray that trust!" Sara interrupted. She felt trapped.
Tell Greg; Nick gets mad.
Don't tell Greg: Greg gets mad.
"Greg, just…just talk to him." Sara said in defeat.
"I've tried, he wont tell me." Greg said, mimicking her tone.
"He will…" Sara said, trying to console Greg with hope.
Nick entered the break room. His clothes were creased, they looked like the same ones he wore for the last shift.
Sara looked at him with concerned; she knew the problem, but Nick didn't even tell her what was going on in his head.
He could be thinking anything.
"Greg, can I talk to you….his voice trailed of, as he noticed that Sara was in the room, "…later?" he finished.
"Sure." Greg said, trying hard not to unleash a load of questions.
Nick looked between Sara and Greg, then quietly exited the room.
"What did I tell you Greg?" Sara said smiling in triumph.
Her smile hid both her concern.
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Nick and Greg arranged to meet up later; at a 24/7 café. Nick was grateful for such establishments; it didn't matter what hours of the day you worked, you always got to drink something which resembled coffee, and usually contained much needed caffeine.
Caffeine; a must when you have insomnia.
It takes the edge off.
"so….?" Greg said, trying to initiate a conversation between the pair.
"…so…" Nick responded. He didn't know how to talk to anyone; let alone Greg anymore.
"Talk to me Nick. Tell me what's been happening with you," Greg said quietly, with concern.
"It's difficult." Nick responded.
He'd prepared for this conversation; but now, he didn't seem to have the right words to say.
The words left him as soon as he saw Greg's worried expression.
"Difficult? Everyone seems to know at CSI apart from me! It can't be that difficult." Greg exclaimed, his eyes searched Nicks face for some kind of answer.
"Greg, you ever had a gun pulled on you?" Nick said suddenly, looking up from his coffee.
"What?" Greg questioned, wondering where this line of questioning was going, wondering if it was a metaphor for something else.
Nick sighed, and looked away, "This has been my, fourth, maybe fifth time. Before, I was unarmed – once Griss 'saved me' – but this time, I had my gun drawn, and I just couldn't…" his voice became choked.
"…Shoot?" Greg suggested quietly.
"Yeah." Nick said in agreement. "Purp knocked it clear form my hand, if Brass hadn't been around…" He squeezed his empty plastic coffee cup in disgust.
Greg closed his eyes, he searched for the right words.
"Nick, you aren't a cop, God only knows why CSI's carry a gun around," greg said reassuringly.
Nick shook his head in disagreement, "I froze Greg, I clear froze. What happens if the stakes where higher, what if…"
"…'What if's' don't do anyone any good." Greg said forcefully, Greg knew this…
There was a moment of awkward silence, as the pair searched through there minds.
"I can't do this anymore." Nick said finally.
"What?" Greg exclaimed in disbelief.
"I can't be a CSI Greg, not anymore, I'm to much of a liability." Nick said, the realisation only hitting him fully after the words escaped his mouth.
"Nick, listen to what you're saying." Greg said with concern.
"I know what I'm saying Greg." Nick said, trying to suppress the anger. He'd mentioned the idea to both Warrick and Sara, and they'd both scaled him; told him he wasn't seeing straight.
But it sometimes takes bad things to help you see straight; right?
"Give it some time…" greg suggested, his brow furrowing.
"…I have, but I guess you've been to busy arguing with Warrick, and being paly with Sara to notice." Nick yelled angrily. He didn't mean to; he hadn't slept in a while; and when he did catch a nap, he woke in a cold sweat, seeing the purp…
….seeing the gun…
He looked at Greg, who was giving him a cold stare.
'Apologise' came a voice from his mind.
"Sorry, that was uncalled for, I'm just a little…" Nick began.
"…Stressed? Exactly! That's why you need to think." Greg said, trying to reinforce his argument. He didn't want Nick to leave. Not now. Not when he needed friends; yes, he knew it was selfish.
"My minds made up Greg. It's not just all this, I've been thinking about this for a while." Nick said honestly, his eyes desperately searching Greg's face for acceptance.
"What will you do?"
"I was thinking about touring, seeing a bit of the world, you know? I'm still young, handsome…and, well, I was thinking…" Nick stopped, and stared at Greg.
"What?" Greg said, wondering why Nick had stopped.
"Come with me."
"What?" Greg said, hating to repeat himself, but now it was shock about what Nick was suggesting.
"We're both young Greg, there's so much too see, we could do this together, meet some gals, find new jobs." Nick said, trying to show all the possibilities available to them.
"I cant believe what you're suggesting," Greg said, his disapproval apparent.
"Greg, I'm not proposing marriage!" Nick said with a small grin, "And I'm not telling you to quit either…just take some time off." Nick suggested, he didn't want Greg to feel like he was abandoning him.
"I can't nick, I need to stay here. I barely know how I am anymore…" Greg said awkwardly, trying not to bring too much of his own problems into the argument.
He could only hope Nick wasn't leaving because he couldn't deal with him.
With the Parkinson's.
"Yeah! So get away from all of this! Find yourself." Nick said, hoping it would convince Greg to stay.
"I'm sorry Nick. I need to stay here." Greg said, with an air of finality.
Greg believed Nick didn't know what he was asking. Unlike Sara, Nick hadn't seen the full-blown tremors. Greg wondered if he could cope with him.
Nick sighed; he'd tried to convince Greg, but failed.
"Ill miss you G man." Nick said, trying not to sound to sentimental.
"You sure you want to do this?"
"Hell yeah!" Nick yelled happily, trying to see the positive side, "Get out of Vegas, see things, do things…meet people." Nick said happily.
"The lab shouldn't become your life Greg."
"I know." Greg insisted. "Ill miss you too Nick." He admitted.
They both smiled at this, and then simultaneously started to laugh.
Greg exhaled hard before saying, in all seriousness;
"If this turns out to be a candid camera show – you're gonna pay."
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This is going to sound weird but; every time I write a male character talking with another male character, I'm sure it sounds slashy. I don't know why. Probably just paranoia. But if it does sound like slash, please tell me, ill try and modify it.
As always, please review.
And encase you didn't know…my reviewers rock!