-1Thanks for dealing with my story… enjoy.
Melissa threw her keys down as she entered Nicks apartment. It was ridiculous how she felt, but she had a right didn't she? She went into Nicks bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet, there had to be something in there that would make her sleep. She pulled out an orange bottle, obviously a prescription; must be what Nick took after he was buried alive… More than likely to stop the nightmares, or suppress them. It didn't matter if they could suppress dreams or make you loopy, anything was better than how she felt right now. She went into the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle out of the back of the fridge that was hidden by the boxes. Plopping down on the couch she read the bottle: Take two every 6-8 hours. DO NOT take more than four every 24 hours. Her cell phone went off and she pulled it off of her hip.
"Hello?" Melissa said into the phone.
"Melissa, it's me, Erin." Her sister answered.
"Hey, how's it going?"
"I was going to ask you that…"
"Great!" Melissa said through her teeth.
"You lair."
"I know."
"Put them down…"
"What-"
"You know what… put them down and sleep normally."
"What makes you think I-"
"I'm your sister… I just know. Besides, where did you find them?"
"Nick's cabinet."
"Put them back they aren't prescribed to you, they could harm you."
"I wasn't going to take them. I was getting ready to put them back…"
"Well do it now while I am on the phone with you," she said and then said something to someone else, "Stop that!"
"Ok," Melissa got up and walked into the bathroom, "Can you hear me? I am placing them back in the cabinet."
The cabinet clicked in response and her sister parted with her. She went back to the couch and laid down.
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"Greg! I said not to bother me when I am on the phone." Erin nudged him.
"Where you right?"
"Of course… But I stopped her."
"Okay, back to my question." He grinned at her, "Please… will you have drinks with me after work tonight?"
"Hmmm, that's a difficult one." She teased, "I don't know, I might be busy."
"You know you aren't busy… Please!" He begged with puppy eyes.
"Okay," She gave in to the charming young man, "But only a few, I don't want to get trashed."
"Why?" He smirked, "Are you easy?"
"No!" She punched his arm, "Just… err… only a few okay?"
"Awe… I was only playing."
"I know… I know…"
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"Grissom you were wrong for putting her on probation." Nick told his boss.
"I didn't and you know it." He replied.
"Yeah, but you could have done something about it…" Nick looked up from the microscope.
Grissom took off his glasses, "You know good and well that I only have some control over that-"
"You know she didn't do anything!"
"Let me finish,"
"Sorry"
"Anyway… I could have prevented it, but she it too close to the murderer and the victims. You know the rules."
"Yeah, but Erin didn't get put on probation…"
"She also didn't have a relationship with Mykle and she didn't do drugs with him."
"Melissa was forced!" Nick slammed his hand down on the table.
"Nick, please you have to understand…"
"No I don't."
"You need to go home and get some rest…" Grissom started to lead Nick to the door," "Don't let your past feelings for her get in the way of your better judgment."
Nick turned and faced his boss, "See that's the thing… They aren't past feelings anymore."
Grissom sighed, "I wish I could help, but that's not my subject." He finished as Sara walked in.
"What's not?" She asked as Nick left their conversation behind.
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"Nick!" Erin ran up to him, "Melissa left her locket in the locker room, when she was showering. Would you mind giving it to her?"
"No, not at all," He offered as she gently placed the delicate locket in his hand.
"Thanks." She turned and started to walk down the hall, "Greg! Let's go get those drinks I promised."
From somewhere in the lab he heard Greg concur, "Score!"
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In the car Nick clutched the locket softly in his right hand as he drove. At a stop light he opened it to find what looked like two pictures of Melissa. Only when he looked closer he could tell that they were pictures of the twins. A car behind him honked and he started to move again.
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"So tell me more about this mysterious blonde woman sitting before me." Greg said as the bartender gave them two scotches on the rocks.
"Hmmm… what do you want to know?" Erin said as they tapped glasses and drank.
"Well… let's see…" He sat down his drink and looked at her, "Where did you go to school?"
"Same as Melissa and Nick. I was only a year behind because I started later… I was a wild spirit, I wanted to go places." She smiled, "Of course, Melissa wanted to see places to but… she wanted to get college over and kick off her career."
"That's interesting," He pushed his full glass away. "Well, you know… I was wondering… Umm…" His words stuttered and stumbled out of his mouth.
"Greg, what are you trying to ask?" She placed an empty glass down.
"I'm not one to come out and ask this… I was… Will you?-" He brushed his hair back, "Can this be more than friends having drinks?"
She looked at him, "Are you asking me to be your-"
"Girlfriend? Yes." He looked down.
"Cool," She giggled, "I mean… your cool and this is great."
He leaned in and her eyes got huge, but she didn't stop him. They kissed and kissed and kissed. She eventually pulled away and blushed immensely.
"Sorry" He said.
"No… That was good."
"What about your ex?"
"That's exactly what he is… and it is time for me to move on."
"I'm glad you've chosen me." He pecked her on the lips a final time. "Come on, I'll take you home."
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Nick quietly entered his apartment, so as to not awaken a possibly sleeping Melissa. He walked into the kitchen and pulled a beer out of the refrigerator. Melissa wasn't sleeping on the couch so he checked the bedroom. She was sprawled in a awkward position and the television was on. He pulled up a chair next to the side of the bed and made sure she was sleeping.
"Melissa?" He asked.
No response. He called her name again and again, there was no response.
"I never thought I would get the chance to say this." He relaxed back into the chair. "When I was trapped underground I thought of what life would have been like if we had dated and fallen madly in love. And that I asked you to marry me in the most romantic way…"
She stirred; he called her name, but she was still asleep.
"This must sound stupid…" He sighed, "Then I thought of what it would have been like if we had four kids; two boys, two girls and we each named a boy and a girl… God, I sound gay. You know what, I don't know what I'm doing… you've probably moved on since college." He got up and placed the chair back in it's spot. He then placed her locket on the nightstand and went back into the living room.
Melissa looked at the wall and whispered, "That wasn't gay or stupid." She wiped away a tear, "I had that dream once…"
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"Well this is my place." Erin said as they pulled up to a hotel.
"You're staying here?" Greg asked as he looked up at the tall building.
"Yeah, I don't have a place yet… I'm still looking."
"Oh… If you want, you can stay at my place, I'll stay on the couch."
Erin looked at him then at the door, "Don't take this the wrong way, but… well I don't want to go to fast-"
"Oh, no, I understand…"
"I'll just stay here until I find a place."
"That's cool…" He leaned in and kissed her one final time.
"Hey, Greg," She pulled away, "Can we have coworker relationships here?"
He looked at her, "Truthfully, what they don't know won't hurt them."
"Alright, I can keep secrets."
"Makes you even more mysterious…" He smiled.
"And you the ever more sneaky…"
She got out and walked around to the driver's side. It was her turn to get a final kiss.
"Goodnight, Greg." She started inside.
He watched her the whole time to make sure she made it safely into the building. As he drove off he congratulated himself; he used to be the geeky, brace face boy… and the funny part now, is that he got the girl.
Well I hope you liked this chapter, I am getting sicker and sicker. I can't wait until I feel better. I'll update soon.
