This ficlet was inspired a song by Evanescence – Going Under.
Once again I have to come to the reality that I don't own CSI.
Forgive me for making Nick like this, but the fic kinda wrote itself so please don't shoot me.
I can't believe it happened, I can't believe he did that to me.
He kissed that cheap whore just so I could see.
I walk straight to Grissom's office and tell him that I absolutely refuse to work with Nick again.
He tries asking for a reason but as soon as he looks at me he knows this is final and I won't be moved.
Greg comes up to me and asks me if I want to go for breakfast.
I think why the hell not, he knows we're just friends.
Greg always knows how I'm feeling he's very perceptive.
I'm sitting in the break room with Catherine when Nick walks in looking smug.
Catherine points out that he's got lipstick on his cheek.
He smiles and looks over at me to see if I noticed.
Just then Greg walks in with perfect timing and asks if I'm ready.
I stand up and loop my arm in his.
I say good-bye to Catherine and steal a quick glance at Nick and he's standing with his mouth wide open.
I'm glad.
I walk out the break room thinking if only he knew that Greg had a girlfriend and we're just friends.
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