Title: Let go of my Greggo Author: Welly Fandom: CSI Pairings: Nick and Greg Spoilers: Play with fire... Series-sequel: No Archive? Feel free Disclaimer: I own nothing. NOTHING Summary: Greg's world goes from bad to worse after the lab explosion...
A/N: Here we go, another story where you can take the first chapter as a ficlet, or you can read the rest of it. This story isn't finished yet, but let me know what you want to happen, and I could be persuaded to change my plans... muahaha...
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Nick went up to Greg's front door, and unlocked it. Greg had given him a key, so that he could let himself in, which would save Greg having to get up.
It had been two weeks since the lab explosion which had almost killed Greg. He'd been back at work a few days, but he still didn't look very good, and Nick was worried. Nick was always worried about Greg, but today it was more than usual. Greg had had a particularly busy shift, and he was looking stressed. Nick had seen him in the break room, he'd looked as if he were about to burst into tears.
"Greg?" Nick went into the living room. Greg wasn't in there. Maybe he was in the bedroom. Nick hoped that he hadn't disturbed Greg. Maybe he was sleeping. Nick slowly walked up the stairs, and headed into Greg's bedroom. Greg was in there, on his hands and knees, staring at the floor. "Hey Nick."
"Hey," said the CSI. "G, are you okay?"
Greg shook his head. "No, but it hurts less if I stay like this."
"Oh Greg," said Nick. He lied down on the carpet next to Greg, and poked his head up between Greg's arms, and kissed him. Greg smiled. "What's that for?"
"Do I need a reason?" asked Nick, shifting slightly to make himself more comfortable.
"Nah," giggled Greg, collapsing on top of Nick. He gripped Nick's shoulders, and buried his face in Nick's neck. "Nick, it really hurts," he whispered. "It hurts so bad, and I don't know how to make it go away."
"I'm sorry," said Nick softly. He put one hand on Greg's hip, and the other on the back of Greg's head. Since the lab explosion, he'd found it hard to cuddle Greg, because he was so badly burned on his back, and it pained him to be touched. Normally, Nick would throw his arms around Greg, and rub his back really hard, but he knew that if he did that right now, Greg would probably pass out from the agony. Nick gently kissed Greg's cheek, the one that wasn't burned. "I don't know how to make it go away either."
"Hold me," whispered Greg. "Just hold me, please."
Nick smiled. "I'm right here, Greg."
"Thank you," whispered Greg, closing his eyes.
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A/N: So, that was the ficlet, now in the next chapter, the whole equilibrium just gets blown apart... (not literally, more like 'kidnapped')
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