A/N: Okay, now that it's summer I promise all of you I'm going to update more often. I'm planning on keeping up with the new episodes once the new season starts, and as you'll see, I'm going to try and tie in as much of the show as I can while still keeping the story. Please review if you read. I know from experience how hard it is to actually respond to a fic, but as a writer I can tell you it makes such a difference to hear feedback and hear what people think.

And because I'm awesome, I'm going to tell each of you how much I love you.

Jenn: Thanks so much! That's a great complement. I hope you enjoy the update.

Destiny Dreamer2: I like Greg too!

Vanessa: Your wish is my command!

Kalena: thanks for your review. It helped inspire me to write their lunch scene.

Amy: Aww. Thank you so much. I actually did some research on the condition you mentioned and it doesn't seem quite right for what I'm thinking of. If my lack of medical knowledge makes you not want to read, I'm very sorry.

CatherineLouise: I was feeling the same way. I certainly don't want you to be tired after reading my fic! I'm trying to slow things down more. Thanks. : )

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And if anyone's interested, I'm casually looking for a beta who could proofread chapters for me and give input, since I suck at doing it myself. Email me if you're interested.

ETA: I apologize for the odd quote breaks, but it's late for me and I'm battling with and my internet, so it's gonna have to do for now. Sorry. The quotes are meaningless to the story btw. Don't read into them.

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Laura woke slowly, turning over and trying to resist the light peeking through her closed blinds. Greg had been staying in her spare bedroom for two weeks now and everyone swore she was recuperating twice as fast with his care. Her doctor had agreed and told her that she could walk around for a couple hours a day and to just take it easy instead of being confined to bed.

It was getting increasingly difficult not to acknowledge the growing attraction between her and Greg, and it seemed their senses were over elevated because of living together in such a small space. And she couldn't help but melt when she saw him do sweet, little things for her, like making her dinner before he was called in to work, or watching the romantic comedies that she loved. And he never crossed any lines, even the ones she wished he would.

Laura gave up her losing battle to the coming morning and opened her eyes. She saw a steaming mug of tea on her nightstand with a post-it stuck to the side of it that read,

I was called into the lab early this morning to pick up the slack. I'll try to make it home sometime afternoon.

P.S. It's your favorite : )

She gingerly picked up the mug and took a sip of Honey Vanilla Chamomile, her absolute favorite kind of tea. And she decided she needed someone to talk to.

(You never know what you're looking for until it comes up and whacks you in the nose)

Laura had appreciated the friendship she had with Sara since her first day, when Sara had come to welcome her to the lab. She was the first, besides Greg, to make her feel like she was wanted there for her for her knowledge, not just the fact that she knew how to use a microscope.

The blonde gave a huge smile as Sara made her way through the tables to the one where she was sitting.

"Hey Sara," she said as she stood to greet her with a hug. "Thanks for coming to meet me. I was feeling a bit of cabin fever sitting up there alone. I hope I didn't pull you away from anything."

"Not at all," Sara said with a smile. "After Greg came in we had a break in the case. Grissom had him do some of the grunt work and told me I could go."

"How is Grissom, by the way?" said Laura teasingly. Sara and Grissom seemed like they could never get passed that invisible mark, the one that separates them from being boss and worker to being anything more than that.

"He says hi, and I'm sure he's fine, although I haven't been having very many chances to talk to him lately. I've been sort of busy since Nick and his, thing."

Laura nodded as the waitress set down their food and she picked up her fork, "I was thinking about calling him to come over for a cup of coffee. I figure he could use someone to talk to."

"I'm sure he'll appreciate it."

(Of all the things wrong in my life, you might just be the only right one)

Greg sighed heavily. Filling out paperwork just didn't have the same thrill to it as racing the clock or give you the rush of knowing you put a bad guy behind bars. This was the dark side of being a CSI. No wait, not dark, because that would imply something remotely exciting. No, this was the boring side, reserved mostly for the lowest tier workers, like him.

Greg had to keep reminding himself that once he finished his report, he could go back to check on Laura. He really didn't mind the guy's comments anymore. Warrick was the worst offender, asking constantly if Greg had made is move yet. He laughed it off every time, but it hurt because it was hard for him to comprehend living with a girl as beautiful as her. He always felt guilty because of the surgery, but it was still achingly hard for him not to reach over to her during one of their movie marathons and kiss her senseless.

It was worse than before now, because she wasn't just confined to her bed or the couch. And with only one bathroom in the apartment, the awkward encounters were inevitable. And Laura had that lovable, yet uncomfortable habit of staying in her pajamas most of the day, and they weren't very conservative ones either. He joked that she was such a tease to him and they always got a good laugh out of it, but Greg knew he wasn't really joking. It was another thing that made her irresistible to him.

Greg pushed those thoughts from his head and settled in on his work.

(Truth doesn't hurt, it just takes time)

There was a slight knocking at the door and Laura sprang up to answer it. She was dressed in her favorite Star Wars pajama pants and a tank top, and she hoped it was okay. She knew how Greg joked that she could be a tease to him, but it really wasn't her intent. Although it didn't hurt to hear.

One week ago. 9:30 AM

"And Grissom yelled for someone to get the fire extinguisher so I ran and got the first one I saw in the back of someone's truck. Then Hedgy called to say the box we had found under the barn had been rigged with explosives, so the one Nick was in probably was too. So Grissom got a huge dump truck to dump tons of dirt on Nick as we all pulled him out. And then they loaded him up into the ambulance and Cath and Warrick rode with him and the rest of us drove in the trucks. That's when I called you." Greg was almost as breathless as he was that night two days ago.

"Wow," Laura breathed. It was hard to think of strong tough Nick being down there for so long, not knowing if anyone even knew he was down there and counting down the minutes he had left of air. "So he's okay and all?"

Greg nodded, "He was lucky he didn't go into anaphylactic shock from the ants. Apparently he got topical ointment for the bites, and he's expected to make a full recovery. Grissom did want him to go to some sessions of therapy before he comes back to work though."

End flashback

Laura swung the door open to see Nick standing there, ever the cowboy with boots and a belt buckle the size of Texas.

"Hey Nick. How ya doing," Laura asked with a smile. He was always nice to her, and always so charming. Whenever he would come into the lab Laura would try to get him to talk more because she loved hearing Southern accents. "Come on in."

"I'm fine. It's good to see you walking around after the surgery. I heard the rumor that the doctor took you off of bed rest. You're looking pretty good."

Laura walked over to her burbling coffee maker, "Thanks. You do too. Especially after, you know, what happened. Milk or sugar?"

"Laura, don't bother feeling uncomfortable talking about what happened. I've come to terms with it. And nothing, black's fine," Nick said simply.

She was taken slightly aback at his easy reaction to what had happened to him. Usually there's some fallout when someone has a traumatizing experience. Laura defiantly knew that for sure.

Sitting down, Laura handed a mug to Nick. "So do you want to talk about it? I'm all ears for whatever you want to talk about."

"To be honest, I came mostly for the coffee," Nick laughed, "which, by the way, is really great."

She smiled and nodded, "Greg's a coffee whore, if you'll excuse my language. I've been totally ruined. He almost had a fit when all I had was instant Folgers in my cupboard and that I hadn't used my coffee maker since moving to Vegas. I can never go back to how I used to be."

"It's good to see Greg is taking care of you here."

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A/N: So…. how'd I do? I'm hoping this chapter was a little better since I've been saving up for a long time. I've been trying to work out storylines in my head and I think I have the one I want to go with. Please, for the love of Greg, Review! And I swear I'll update more often now that I have plenty of free time.