Tell me you've had trouble sleeping

That you toss and turn from side to side

That it's my face you've been seeing

In your dreams at night

Tell me that you wake up crying

And you're not sure exactly why

Tell me that something is missing

In your life, in your life baby

Nick blinked his eyes as he hit the alarm clock for the tenth time. Work was just something he did now, ran through the motions like he was just a shell, he exsisted and that was just it.

"At least your Greg is alive." the voice echoed in his head and he glanced at the calender, the date was glaring at him. It was the day Greg died in that other life before fate had stepped in. Now Greg was in Miami and at least he was safe even if it was with Ryan. It had been three months since the goodbye at the airport and Nick was still having a hard time, everytime he closed his eyes all he could see was Greg. Only Sara had heard from him and she was tight lipped about anything Greg said. He closed his eyes again and groaned, sometimes he just wanted to stay in bed forever.

"So you've given up?"

"You gave it up for me."

"Me? I gave you the second chance Nicholas Stokes. It was up to you to make it right, not me."

"Oh, but you messed with it, threw in an obstical I did not expect."

"If you loved him you would have fought harder."

"I did fight dammit!"

"Apparantly not hard enough."

"I tried, I went to the fucking airport and he still left! What else could I have done?"

"The fight is never over Nicholas, sometimes it takes more."

"Like what?"

"That is for you to figure out." His eyes snapped open, what else could he really do?

Greg walked down the long hall of the Miami Dade crime lab, slowly and not even wanting to visit the coroner. Not that the coroner scared him, he was over that, it was that the coroner would not be Doc Robbins. He loved Alexx she was awesome, but more than often he longed to see Doc, he longed for Vegas, he longed for Nick.

"What have we got Alexx?" Greg asked as he walked through the doors.

"Cause of death was an OD."

"But he was shot."

"After he overdosed."

"Strange. Who would shoot a dead man?"

"No idea baby." she paused a moment. "Are you ok Greg?"

"Me? I am fine."

"You miss Vegas."

"I do, but it is nice here."

"I may have only known you for three months, but I know when you are lying."

"It's just different, that's all."

"There is something you long for in Vegas, isn't there?"

"Not something." He shook his head wondering if he should tell her. "Someone."

"Someone that is not Ryan?"

"How did you know..."

"It was not hard to figure out."

"I guess not." he shrugged. "Ryan and I we have a good thing going, but this person, Nick I can't seem to let go."

"Do you love him baby?"

"Very much."

"Then why are you here?"

"I was already with Ryan when Nick finally made a move. Ryan is a nice guy, and I do not want to hurt him."

"But you are hurting him Greg, by staying you are letting him believe in something that will never go. Maybe you let go of the wrong one."

"Maybe, but I can't go back now, I hurt Nick bad."

"You'll never know if you do not try."

"Yeah." he sighed. "But I think I ruined my chance."

"Don't give up baby, if you love him enough then he is worth fighting for."

"Maybe you're right Alexx."

"I am right Greg."

Nick was taking a big chance, he was hoping that Sara would cooperate and not turn him away like she had been.

"Nick, I've told you for the millionth time if wanted to talk to you he would call."

"Please Sara just hear me out. I do not want to call him."

"Then why are you here?"

"I am going to Miami and I need to know where he lives."

"Nick..."

"You have to Sara, I am so in love with him and he is worth it, he's it, he's the one and there is no one else. You have to help me please..." he pleaded.

"If you hurt him I swear to God..."

"Thank you Sara, thank you so much." he said as he pulled her into a tight hug. "You'll never regret this."

"I better not."

Ryan took a deep breath as he walked into the bedroom to find Greg sitting on the corner of their bed. This conversation was going to be the harder than he thought, but it was something that had to be done.

"Greg?"

"Oh hey Ryan, how was work?"

"Ok." he sighed. "We have to talk."

"About what?"

"Us."

"Us? Why?"

"I saw you that day at the airport with him."

"Ryan I..."

"I know you're not happy here, I know you still think about him."

"I am here though with you."

"Greg, you're hurting us both by staying."

"I'm sorry Ryan, I never wanted it to be like this."

"I know, and Miami is my home now and I know Grissom will still have a spot for you."

"I just...I wish it were easier."

"Me too, but it's the right choice Greg."

"I know." he paused. "You can call though let me know how you're doing."

"I will that's a promise."

Miami was very different from Vegas, Nick thought as he stepped off the plane. He remembered the things Catherine had told him about the city when she and Warrick returned from the case they had with the Miami crime lab. At least he was used to the heat. Well not that he was here he had no idea where the hell Baker Street was or even the Miami crime lab. Maybe he had made a big mistake, coming here was not a good idea, but this was Greg and he'd do anything for him.

"Sir, do you need a cab?"

"Uh yeah, can you take me to 419 Baker Street?"

"Certainly." the driver nodded as Nick got in. This was it, there was no going back now.

Greg hated waiting in lines, especially when he was in a hurry and for some odd reason the Miami airport was packed.

"Sir can I help you?"

"Yes I need the earliest flight you have to Las Vegas."

"We have one at 1245."

"That's like in two hours, do you have any earlier?"

"No I'm sorry sir, that's the earliest we have."

"Fine, I'll take it." Nick was worth a two hour wait in a crowded airport.

The apartment looked nice Nick had to admit as he stood on the walk way, he hoped at least Greg was home. He took a deep breath and walked towards his destiny. He was not expecting Ryan to open to door. Oh shit.

"Nick?"

"Oh hi Ryan, I uh..."

"Greg isn't here."

"He's at the lab then?"

"No, he's gone he went back to Vegas, back to you."

"What? He..."

"He loves you."

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

"Because you can't help who you love."

"Ryan you truly can't help who you love."

"Ryan you truly are a nice guy."

"I know." he sighed. "And I hate that. You better hurry."

"I will, and Ryan?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

"Go get him, and don't ever let him go."

"I won't and that's a promise." Ryan watched as he ran down the walkway and then closed the door on that part of his life. Miami was his home now.

Nick didn't even know where to begin as he got back to airport, or if Greg was even there. Did he make it back to Vegas? Nick felt like he was suddenly thrust into a teenage romantic comedy and any moment Greg would appear and they'd run into each other's arms. Although he was pretty sure that would not be happening.

"Excuse me I need a flight to Las Vegas, the next one you have."

"Well one just left, the next is at 3."

"That's the only one?"

"Yes it is."

"Damn." he muttered. "It will have to do I guess." Greg would beat him to Vegas, but he would be close behind.

Greg did not even bother to go to Nick's apartment, he knew he would be at work, Sara did say that was all Nick did since he had left.

"Greg? You did not tell me you were coming to visit."

"I'm not visiting Sara, I am home."

"I'm glad you're back." she said as she hugged him tightly. "So where is he?"

"Where is who?"

"Nick. He came to Miami to get you...you mean you haven't seen him?"

"No." he whispered. "We must have missed each other."

"Oh it's so romantic."

"Romantic? Sara are you ok? You never think thing are romatic."

"Well with you guys I can't help it." she shrugged.

"How are we romantic?"

"Easy, you both left places for the other and when you finally come together everything will be right."

"I like this Sara."

"Me too Greg." she said as she hugged him again. "Me too."

It was well into graveyard shift when Nick finally made it back to Vegas, he went straight to the lab knowing that's the only place Greg would go.

"Nick, where did you disappear to?"

"I'll tell you about it later Rick, I have to find someone."

"He's in the breakroom man." Warrick said with a grin as he continued down the hall. Nick took a deep breath and this time he knew was walking toward his destiny, his fate. He saw Sara exit the room and she only smiled at him and continued on her way. Nick slowly made his way around the corner into the break room, his eyes came upon the most beautiful site ever. Greg was strectched across the couch in a deep sleep and he never looked more peaceful. He must have sensed Nick in the room because he opened his eyes and a soft smile graced his face.

"You're here."

"I'm here." Nick said as he crossed the space that lay between them.

"I'm sorry I did not listen to you or my heart."

"I'm only sorry we wasted so much time."

"This is it, you're the only one I want Greg, no one else."

"There is no one else for me. I love you God, I love you so damn much Nick."

"Me too, I love you." and the gap between was closed as their lips met in a kiss the blew all the others they shared out of the water. Nick could not believe he was finally here, holding onto the only one he ever needed. But suddenly everything began to fade away and where Greg had been there was nothing but air.

"Greg? What's going on?" he shouted into the darkness.

"Oh Nicholas." a voice cackled. "You didn't think it would be that easy did you?"