IRRESISTIBLE DESIRE

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired. - Robert Frost

He tried to ignore the way his heart jumped and sped up every time he caught sight of a certain Texan walking though the halls. He also tried to ignore how badly he wanted to touch that Texan and be touch in return.

He knew it wasn't possible. There was no way on earth Nicolas Stokes could ever like him back. Just no possible way. Nick was a ladies man who was always telling stories about his latest girl. His latest conquest.

He hated this feeling. Knew that it was love and he hated it. Hated the fact that he had found love - sincere amore the kind of love you never have to question - with someone that couldn't love him back. And now he had to take all of his feelings, his love for Nick, and push it into a deep dark corner of his heart and put it behind lock and key because there was no use hoping his love could be returned.

The only thing left for him to do was to just keep on working. Sure, he knew he could go out and find someone to spend his time with, someone new he could learn to love, but it just wouldn't be the same. Wouldn't be the heart fluttering, butterflies in his stomach kind of love. So what was the point in even trying? All he could do was to keep on working. Keep on working on getting out into the field more and maybe someday becoming a full fledge CSI. So that's what he would do. Keep working.

Speaking of which, maybe he should get started on all of the evidence that seems to have piled up on his work station between this shift and the last one. Heaving a sigh, he slipped on a pair of latex gloves and got down to work.

Or, at least he tried to. It's kind of hard to work when your mind keeps wondering back to dark eyes, strong hands and cute, tantalizing pink lips.

'Concentrate, Greg, concentrate,' he mentally shook himself and tried to get back to work. Picking up a bottle of proteinase K solution, he focused on measuring out exact amounts into tests tubes for DNA extraction. He tried to. He really did. But he couldn't help thinking about how he would just love to extract DNA from Nick.

"Ugg!" He groaned, hitting himself repeatedly in the head with his fist.

"Are you alright?" A deep voice sounded behind him. He gasped and spun around in his chair to come face to face with the one person he was 'trying' not to think about.

"What?"

"I asked if you were alright."

"Oh. I'm fine. Just fine," he said quickly. "It's just a headache."

"Are you sure? Do you need an aspirin?" Nick asked, disbelief and worry etched on his face.

"No, no, I'll be fine. Just need to go home and sleep."

Still not believing him, Nick just said okay and walked further into the room to stand besides Greg. Greg tried not to react from being in such close proximity to Nick and just tried to act cool. Collected.

"What do you have for me?" Greg asked, nodding his head at the bag of evidence that Nick held in his hands.

"Blood sample from my B&E. Perp smashed the window in to gain entry and cut himself."

"Alright. Just set it down. I'll get to it when I can."

"Thanks."

Greg turned back to the DNA extraction he had been working on. He measured out the proteinase K solution into each test tube along with the detergent and salt necessary to extract DNA. After shaking each test tube on the centrifuge for fifteen seconds to separate the chemicals, he placed the tubes into the thermal cycle and turned it on. (AN: I think its something like that.)

Turning back around he was surprised to see Nick still standing there, looking a little bit lost and confused.

"Nick?" He asked tentatively.

Nick head snapped up and a slow blush creeped up his neck. "Uh, yeah?" he asked, clearly embarrassed.

"Are you alright?"

"Um...Yeah. I'm fine. I'll see you later." Turning around, he hurriedly sped from the room leaving Greg looking after him wondering what had just happened.

A/N - Okay, let me know if you want anymore.