Court Date - Part II
Summary: Nick and Greg are 'outted' in court. What would Grissom think? NickGreg.
A.N.: Blame people on NickGreg thread on for this. I love you guys :D
"Are you okay?" Nick asked the slightly scared Greg lying next to him.
"Ye-yeah, why wouldn't I-I be?" Greg replied, stuttering a little bit.
"You've just been a tad distant since we got home from work." Nick turned on his side to face Greg. He saw how Greg refused to meet his eyes. "Is this about what happened in court today?" He knew he'd hit the nail on the head, so to speak, when Greg shifted slightly and glanced at him. "I told you, I don't care if anyone knows." He rubbed Greg's arm lightly.
"How do you think the lawyer found out?" Greg asked, finally meeting Nick's eyes, making Nick feel better about the situation.
"I don't know. I can't think of how he would have. We were careful." Nick grinned down at Greg. "Anyway, now everyone knows we won't have to be so careful." He leant down and kissed Greg passionately. They both came up for air, and rather reluctantly, when Nick realised they'd die without it.
Greg, still looking a bit wary, said, "What happened to the case? I mean, I handled the evidence. Surely they were going to question…" Nick silenced him with another small kiss.
"Don't worry about it. He's still going to prison for the rest of his life. The DA got us through it."
"But don't your parents work for the law courts in Texas. This is bound to get to them along the line…" he stopped when Nick rolled onto his back and groaned in frustration.
"Greg, if my parents find out before I tell them, so be it! I don't care about anyone else! I love you and I'm going to be with you no matter what! Now will you drop it!" Nick almost yelled. Greg stayed silent for a while, but Nick knew. "Greg, what will it take for you to forget about it?"
Greg rolled onto his front, resting his head on Nick's chest. "Tell me what happened."
"Fine."
Nick sat at the dock, waiting for the suspect's lawyer to start questioning him. He'd already pledges his oath to the court, something he knew off by heart after saying it nearly a million times in his lifetime.
He watched as Carl Timpson stood up from behind his desk, shuffled a few papers till he found what he wanted and walked out into the large space before the judge.
"Mr Stokes," he started, "Can you tell me in your own words what happened on the evening of March 23rd?"
"I certainly can. I was called to a crime scene at a home in Henderson. It was a nice, suburban home; the kind you see advertised on the TV, but didn't know really existed. Anyway, I was warned beforehand at the extent of injuries the victim had sustained and the state at which the home was in. I entered the home and saw a blood trail. I followed it until I found the victim; beaten, tortured, raped and finally left for dead in her own living room. The coroner packed up and told me that he had estimated the TOD to be six-pm that evening. I collected all the evidence, following protocol to the T."
"And what happened after that?" Carl asked.
"I took the evidence back to the lab and logged it in." Nick sat patiently in his seat, waiting for the next question, growing impatient and slightly baffled when it took a while to come.
"You're in a relationship with one of your co-workers, aren't you Mr Stokes? With a lab tech by the name of Greg Sanders."
Nick blushed and shook lightly as the nerves he didn't know he had had taken over. He looked over to Grissom and saw disappointment. "Erm…I don't know how my personal life is relevant to the case," he said, amazed that his voice had remained calm and stutter-free.
"It's relevant, Mr. Stokes, when Mr. Sanders handled the evidence. As I am too aware, your boss isn't familiar with this relationship," Carl sneered when Nick looked at Grissom again. Nick knew he was in trouble.
"And that's when the DA bailed me out," Nick concluded.
"Wow. Nick Stokes actually for caught out for once. Mr. Predictable has become Mr. Outted-In-Court," Greg grinned when Nick poked his side.
"You were too," Nick retorted.
"Yeah, well, people expect it from me. Plus I haven't exactly kept it a secret that I like men just as much as women. Half the male population at work should now that by now. And they don't expect it from you."
"Yeah. I'm 'Mr. Predictable'. I heard you," Nick pushed Greg off him and rolled onto his other side, with his back to Greg.
"What's wrong with being predictable?" Greg asked, shuffling closer to Nick, so his front was pressed against Nick's back.
"It's just so…so…so boring!" he exclaimed with his eyes closed.
"Predictable is good. It means it makes you more interesting when you do something out of the ordinary." Greg placed feather-light kisses along Nick's shoulder and when he was certain Nick wasn't gonna hit him; he forced Nick onto his back and straddled him.
"Greg…what the-?" Nick was silenced when Greg leant down and kissed him hard.
"I love you too, by the way," Greg said quickly when they come up for air.
DEFINITE END
