IRRESISTIBLE DESIRE - CHAPTER TWO

Sitting in his seat at the diner, Nick glanced around the room, not really knowing why, but doing it anyways. Despite how much he had wanted to go home and sleep, he had been talked into coming out the breakfast after shift with Warrick, Catherine and Sara. They said it would be good for him to get out, even if just for a little bit because he hadn't been out anywhere recently with anyone. He told them that it was because he didn't want to go out anywhere with anyone, but they didn't believe him and dragged him out anyways.

So, there he was, sitting there in the diner, wondering how much longer he'd have to sit there before he could start making his excuses and leave, when he saw Greg sitting at a booth near the back wall.

"What's he doing here?" he mumbled to himself.

"Who?" Catherine asked, glancing over her shoulder to figure out who Nick was talking about.

He jumped. "Huh?"

"Who's here?" She replied, turning back to him.

"Oh. Greg." He pointed over at Greg who glanced up at the moment. Ashamed at having been caught, Nick blushed slightly until he realized that Greg wasn't looking at him, but past him towards the door to the diner. Turning to look himself he saw a woman about Greg's age with long wavy hair that was a mixture between red, black and blonde. She was short, about 5'2 and when she looked up, Nick saw that she had dark, dark chocolate brown eyes that shone with an truly radiant light when saw Greg and smiled.

The woman ran past their table into Greg's waiting arms and Nick felt a stab a jealously in the pit of his stomach. 'An irrational stab of jealousy' he tried to tell himself. He knew that he had no right to feel that way. Greg wasn't his. Never was his and never would be his.

"She must be the girl that Greg said he was meeting," Catherine said, effectively drawing Nick's attention.

"What?"

"Before we left the lab, I asked Greg if he wanted to come to breakfast with us and he said that he couldn't because he was already meeting an old friend of his for breakfast." Catherine explained, give Nick a look that made him think she had some semblance of a clue of his real feelings towards Greg.

He kept quiet during the rest of breakfast, only once in while glancing up to watching the animated look on Greg's fact as he talked. He was just about to give his 'excuses' when Greg and the girl stood up from their booth and headed towards the door. As they pasted the booth on their way out, the girl dropped a small piece of folded up paper in front of Nick and winked at him. When they were gone, Nick picked up the paper and opened it up. Inside was a phone number and a message that said:

Nick,

You like him, don't you? Give me a call. We need to talk.

Abbey S.

"What's it say?" Catherine asked, curious as to why a mysterious friend of Greg's would give Nick a note.

"Nothing," he replied, hastily shoving the note into pocket and pulling out his wallet. After dropping a few bills on the table, he finally, finally made his excuses and rushed out of the diner.

When he got home, he sat on the couch, slowly nursing a beer and staring at the crumpled piece of paper on his coffee table.

' What could me and this Abbey person possibly have to talk about?' he wondered.

'Greg,' his conscience supplied, scaring the crap out of him.

Sighing, he took another sip of his beer and contemplated picking up the phone.

'What have you got to lose?' his conscience perked up again.

'Greg,' he supplied right back, effectively shutting his conscience up.

Draining the rest of his drink, he wondered down the hall where he collapsed into bed and promised to call her later.