Disclaimer: I am in no way making any money off any text in this story. All the characters in this story, except Janet who I made up, are owned by CBS.

Author's Note: I hope y'all find this story at least slightly funny since that's what I was going for. I'm not sure if there will be a sequel and please let me know what you think. Oh, no spoilers in this story. And I'm really bad with titles, so please forgive me. Sorry, no smut in this story, but there are some references to it so you can hope!

Tired.

I'm really getting tired of this. I have to see him everyday and every single time I see him, I want him more.

Sometimes, I just think that I should kiss him. Kiss and just deal with the consequences. And I'd almost be willing to deal with the consequences if one of those wasn't possibly losing him as a friend.

I really should be working, but I'm sitting here twitching in my sit because I can't think anything but my black-headed country boy. Wait, make that country man. Nothing boyish about Nick.

I really am pathetic. Who in the whole fuckin' world falls in love with their best friend?

ME!

That's who. Yup, that's right!

I, Greg Sanders, fell I love with six feet of hunky Texan. And look, he's coming into the lab right now. Which means its time for our normal "song and dance" routine. Which, unfortunately, won't end with his hard body moving against mine, but that's something we won't get into right now.

"Hey, Greggo." God, you gotta love that smile.

"Hey, Nick. Whatcha' need?" Because if what you need involves me ripping off your clothes and showing why its good to be a man I'm all over it. Literally.

"Uh, could you just process these DNA samples for me and see if you can find any matches?" Of course, I'll do anything for you.

"Sure thing, Nick. Anything else?" Maybe a back rub or incredibly hot, mind- blowing sex? A guy can hope.

"No, not right now." You know, I don't really mind when he walks away. Nice view. Wait, something else? "Um, you wanna grab some breakfast after shift?"

Ok, calm down Greg. He's asked you to get breakfast before. Only, that was a year ago and I had no earthly idea that I was madly in love with him then. Making my hand stop shaking only takes a little bit of effort and then I'm fine.

"Sure, that would be great." No way I can't smile back when he hits me with a grin like that.

"Cool, just gemme a call whe..when you got those samples done." Did he just wink at me? He did! He just winked at me! Man, I'm goin' insane. Yup, that's it, insanity. It's soooo good that I'm sitting down.

DNA samples. I have DNA samples to process. Must process DNA sample. Focus on DNA.

God, he's so gorgeous! If I sighed any heavier every lab tech in this building would here me. Ok, six hours 'til we get off and then I get to have Nick all to myself.

Even if it while sitting in an IHOP surrounded by lots of people. Eh, I'll take what I can get.

Do you want to grab some breakfast? What the hell was I thinking? It took me ten minutes to work up the courage to even walk into his lab in the first place. Then I totally freaked. Its just gotten so hard recently to be around him and not turn into a gooey pile of inarticulate man.

I walked in there and practically asked him out on a date! Could I have been more obvious?

It was that damn grin. That stupid smile on his face does it ever time. Breaks down every wall and blows passed every defense I could possible muster.

Whoa! Blows and Greg are two things that I shouldn't be putting in the same thought right now. Because thinking about blowing causes other thoughts. Thoughts like licking and stuff that involves tons of whipped cream.

No, I gotta think about something else, like these hair samples. Two different hair samples were found on the woman's coat.

Some people think Greg's hair is weird, but I think it's cute. Cute in the 'I-wanna-throw-him-up-against-the-wall-and-kiss-him-until-we-both-die-of- oxygen-deprivation' kinda way.

Yeah, I've got it bad. That's all right, though. I can almost convince myself that I'm content enough to shop but not buy.

Oh, yeah. Then I winked at him. Can't forget that. Why the hell did I wink? I've never, ever winked at anyone. Much less at the person that I'm totally in love with and don't want them to find out.

Awww, but I couldn't help it. He smiled at me and I just crumbled. I'm so weak.

Oh well, life goes on. And I have a date, I mean, I'm eatin' breakfast with a friend in six hours so I'd better get to work.

"Hey Greg, here are those records you asked for."

"Thanks Janet. Does this look right to you?" This stupid machine is acting up again. And every time I go through this too. Why can't the blasted thing work so I can get these samples done for Nick!

"Yeah, they look fine to me, but you could run them through again to make sure. You know how Grissom gets when something turns up wrong." She suggests.

"Don't I ever, but fortunately these samples aren't for him. They're for Nick, but I still want every thing to be right, of course. How else could I maintain my reputation for being the best lab tech here?" Why does everyone roll their eyes at me?

"Whatever, like Nick would get mad at you even of you did screw up his samples, as unlikely as you think that may be." She adds at the end sarcastically, and what the hell is she talking about? Nick would too get mad at me if I screwed up his DNA samples.

"What are you talking about?" Hey, why does she look so panicky all of the sudden? Like she said something she didn't mean too. What a minute, she's running away! "Come back here! What are you talking about?"

HA! Grabbed her before she could get away.

"Nothing."

Yeah, right!

"Janet?"

"Greg?" Trying to play stupid are we?

"Why do you think that?"

"Think what?"

"You know what. That Nick would be nice to me even I messed up his samples?" I'm starting to get really annoyed.

"Oh, come on. Please just forget I said anything." I give her a look that says 'tell-me-or-die!'

"Well, haven't you noticed that you're the only lab tech that he's really nice too. Wait, I that didn't come out right. He's nice to all of us, but you he treats.differently."

Color me confused. What is she talking about? I try to make my mind-set evident on my face.

"Come on!" she says a little more loudly than necessary. "You have to of seen the way he looks at you sometimes, right?"

"No, how does he look at me?" I have to skeptical about this cause I sure as hell haven't noticed any 'looks'!

"You know, the 'look'." She's try to make a point by using little quotey fingers and everything, but she's still making no sense to me.

I gotta give her the look again. Come on, Janet. Make a point!

"Ugh! I'm gonna have to spell it out for ya, aren't I?"

"Yes!"

"Ok, first off, this is just an opinion so don't go taking anything I say as concrete or anything. But I'm usually pretty good at this sort of thing and I'm pretty sure I'm right."

"Could you make a point please?" Getting a little frustrated here!

"He adores you!"

It's a little understated to say that I'm dumbfounded. More like floored, or flabbergasted. Yes, flabbergasted beyond all coherent thought or speech. I think I actually jerked back when she said that.

I think it's a little unsettling to Janet when I don't say anything for several minutes. But, come on, she did just tell me that she thinks that my, supposedly straight, best friend adores me?

"Wha?" Like I said, beyond coherent thought or speech. Thank God, Janet's got some sense and turns to close my door before taking a few steps towards me.

"He thinks the world of you Greg. He's a totally different person when you're around. He's a nonstop smile and I've even seen him check you out when he thought no one was looking." Her voice has gotten soft and her hands on my shoulder. She's looking at me with something akin to sympathy in her eyes.

"You've seen him check me out?" I'm pretty sure Janet will recognize the slight hope in my voice, but I don't realize it until it's to late.

"Yeah, a couple of times. You have feelings for him, don't you Greg?"

"What? Nooo!" Its comes out as a reaction. Something I've programmed myself to do if anyone ever figured my out. Janet, however, is having none of it and I can tell she ain't leaving me alone until she hears what she wants to hear.

Oh, well. I'm figured out. I'm caught. Might as well admit it and get it over with quickly. And from the sound of it she seems pretty open-minded.

"Maybe." I say with some resignation, but she gives me the 'I-know-there's- more-than-that' look.

"Yes, definitely lots of feelings there." I answer with more confidence. "Warm, fuzzy ones." And a whole lots of one that she'll never hear anything about, of the hot and sweaty variety.

"Have you ever thought about telling Nick how you feel?" She says this as it's the obvious answer to this.this.situation, but I don't think she understands.

"What, and risk him not feeling the way I do and lose the best friend I've ever had? I don't think so." Simple and to the point should make her understand.

"I'm rarely wrong about these kinds of things. Hell, I knew my brother was in love with his best friend two and half years before he admitted it to himself. And if I hadn't said anything they probably wouldn't be as happy as they are today."

"How do you figure these things out?" I still can believe she figured me out. I've been so careful not make any mistakes. Tried to keep my love for Nick a secret. Thought I was doing a pretty good job of it. Apparently, I thought wrong.

"Gay people aren't the only ones' with gaydar, Greg. So, are you gonna tell him how you feel or not?" How can she sound so casual about this? Telling him would completely change my life no matter what his reaction was.

"What if your wrong, Janet? What if he doesn't feel the same and I tell him how I feel. It could ruin the friendship that we have now. And if there is one thing I'm sure about, it's that I don't want to lose that." Not ever!

"Well, you'll never know until you take the chance. And it's better to have tried and failed than to not try at all." She let's out a heavy sigh and without saying another word, walks out of the lab.

Arrrgh! Why does this have to be so hard?

I tell myself that sitting on the sidelines and never getting in the game is all right as long as Nick and I remain friends. But what if that's not enough anymore? Can I keep my feelings a secret? Can I even deal without knowing if he feels the same?

Because, what if he does and I never do anything about it? That would be just plain idiotic.

If I could spend the rest of my life with him and be happy, and I want that. No questions asked.

Fine, I'm gonna tell him. Don't know how or exactly when, but I am going to tell him. I'm so tired of being alone.

But, hey, maybe after today I won't be alone ever again. And I can't help but smile about that.