Thanks to AARfan001 for pointing out my total dumbness of the combined football and basketball game that i had put in the first chapter - i have no clue when it comes to sports so thanks for that - i looked up some teams...

He saw him standing there, his hands resting next to the microscope before gently caressing the handle zooming in and out.

He watched him, watched the way the lab coat moved with every breath every step.

He saw him dance and smile. He saw him work saw the way that he took the samples and prepared them with the skill and efficiency of a man so much older. He watched as he took each sample and put it through the GCMS. He saw him and he remembered – he was bending over the GCMS, the lab coat outlining his ass. It seemed a nice ass; suddenly he stood up and turned. The grin oh how he loved that grin. He walked closer, his mouth moving but nothing coming out. He turned around pausing and turning back staring deep into his eyes, waving his hands in front of his face. Then stepping closer, closer still leaning in, his lips gently brushing his…

Nick jumped and sat up in his bed, his breathing was heavy and shallow, and he looked scared even though this wasn't a nightmare. He couldn't take where it was heading 'Not again" he sighed to himself. He decided that the only way was to distract himself so he got up and got dressed before heading out for a morning run.

He heard people come in; he knew he should do something so he shouted that he'd be there soon. All he could think about was how crappy the GCMS machine here was. He found his problem – a loose wire and pushed it back in. he turned around almost falling over when he saw him, he grinned he could tell it was a big grin but he didn't mind, who knew his day was going to be this interesting. He talked for a while occasionally sneaking glances at this mystery man.

He turned to do some work pausing when he felt eyes fall upon him, he didn't know what to do. In the end he decided to turn around. He did, smiling when he saw the man still there so he stood and watched him – he received no response to his question so he asked again waving his hands. Still nothing. He poked his finger in the mans ribs; his stomach taught and toned beneath his shirt.

He saw their discussion. How could he not have noticed his boss leave? Did it matter? No he thought because he's here now. The man was about to leave, so in a bold move he stepped in his way almost instantly regretting the decision. The mystery man stopped and looked at him, he introduced himself. The man took his outstretched hand and told him his name…

"Nick" smiled Greg as he sighed the name out loud in his sleep

He pointed down the hall and Nick began to turn in that direction and he was sure he saw a slight smile curling the corners of his mouth…

BEEP BEEP

His alarm clock rang out. Greg groaned, he didn't want to get up he wanted to finish dreaming. He knew he had to so he dragged himself out of bed and over to the bathroom.