A/N: Hey guys! Sarah here! Well, this is the final chapter of No Control. I want to thank all the reviewers for doing what they do best and even the people that lurked! I love you guys! Well, Here it is. Enjoy!
Thanks to sparkleblsmchyld for Beta-Editing this chapter and shacky20 for beta editing chapters 1-2. Kudos to you two and thanks for your help!
"Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you I had no control over." –Anonymous
Greg now sat on his couch, knees curled up to his chin with dried tearstains on his cheeks and the TV on in front of him, but he wasn't watching it. He was thinking about his lost love.
After he had ran out of the lab so unexpectedly, he called Grissom to say that he had left early because he was 'sick' and that he would call him later to see if he would be in next shift or not. He was sick, alright. Lovesick and heartbroken over Nick.
Greg wondered, as he sat there for God knows how many hours, why he had even thought of kissing Nick. He should've known the result. He should've known the consequence of doing what he did: That Nick would now hate him, their friendship would be out the window and Nick would never talk to him again, much less look at him the same way he used to. He should've kept the feelings he had for Nick to himself.
He felt tears building up in his eyes again and he tried to hold them in, but couldn't. They wouldn't go away and he soon found himself sobbing on the couch, the feeling of heartbreak still bitter in his mouth and burning a deep, deep hole in his chest as he laid down on the couch and cried himself to sleep.
A telephone ringing brought Greg back into consciousness. He sat up and rubbed his eyes sleepily before he, reluctantly, stood up and walked over to the phone that was in the kitchen; answering it with a sleep-laced 'Hello?'
"Greg, It's Grissom. Are you planning to come into work today?" He asked, his voice sounding a bit annoyed, but was still nonetheless calm. Greg raised an eyebrow at the question, opening his mouth to answer but then looked over at the clock and realized what time it was. Way past the time he was supposed to be at the lab. He wondered why he had overslept, then remembered what had happened previous shift and it made the burning pain in his heart return. There was no way he could face Nick. Not now anyway.
"N-No..I'm not feeling that well." He said, trying desperately to keep himself under control and prevent himself from crying. It didn't seem to be working, but it worked enough to fool Grissom.
"Okay, Greg. Feel better, Alright?" He asked. Greg nodded and said a swift goodbye before he hung up the phone and felt tears slip down his face, but Greg quickly wiped them away. He wouldn't cry, not now, even though he wanted to. He had to show some restraint.
In a few minutes, Greg had managed to make himself some breakfast and sat at the table silently, eating and listening to the clock tick as he ate and stared ahead, his heart too broken and his mind too restless to do anything else. He remained like that for a minute, scolding himself in his mind for kissing Nick, for practically revealing his feelings to Nick and telling himself that it would be okay. Their friendship was in pieces and he didn't know if he could face Nick again.
He was jerked out of his thoughts by a knock at his door that made him jump slightly. With a sigh, he got up and walked over to the front door, his hair messy and his clothes slept in. When he opened the door, he found someone at the front door that he had least expected to show up.
It was Nick. He was standing in front of Greg, panting slightly and drenched from the rain that must've started before Greg woke up from a night of crying. Nick looked at him and smiled nervously. "Hey, G." He said with a slight wave. "Can I come in?" He asked, looking at Greg nervously.
Greg was just in complete shock. What was Nick doing here? 'Probably coming to beat me up or something.' Greg thought and it made him silently shiver, but he moved aside and let Nick enter his apartment anyway. He closed the door and watched Nick for a moment before he finally spoke.
"I'll get you a towel. You need to dry off." Greg said and moved to leave for the bathroom, but Nick grabbed him by the wrist and stopped him.
"Greg, forget it. I need to talk to you." Nick said and without waiting for a reply from Greg, walked towards the couch and sat down, taking Greg with him. Greg sat next to him and looked at Nick. There was a moment of silence before Greg looked at him.
"Look, Nick, about what happened last shift.." Greg started, but Nick cut him off with a wave of his hand.
"I wanted to talk to you about that." Nick said and Greg tensed. He was preparing for the worst that Nick would do, but Nick didn't stand or make a move to hurt him. Instead, he looked at Greg, his eyes an emotion that Greg couldn't identify. He didn't want Nick to yell at him and break his heart even more than it already was. It would kill him. Before Nick had a chance to say anything, Greg stood up and looked at him.
"Nick, I'll save you the trouble of yelling at me and do it for you." He said and began to pace, his heart pounding in his chest. "It was wrong of me to kiss you so suddenly without thinking about what would happen. What was I thinking when I kissed you, you may ask? Well, I wasn't thinking. I just wanted you to know how I felt about you, even though I knew you probably didn't feel the same way about you, but I just wanted you to know." He finished and looked at Nick, who was sitting on the couch, wide eyed and looking at the blonde. Greg sighed. "Is that what you wanted to tell me?" He asked Nick.
Nick slowly stood up and walked over to Greg. Greg wanted to step back, but found himself rooted to the spot as Nick drew closer to him. Then, when Nick was just inches from him, he closed his eyes and leaned forward, capturing Greg's lips in a kiss.
This kiss was hot, fiery and full of passion and emotion. Greg closed his eyes and put his hands on Nick's shoulders to prevent himself from falling down in surprise and shock. After a moment, Greg pulled away and just stared at Nick in shock. Questions fled through his mind, but his mouth was unable to move. Nick chucked at the sight of Greg and smiled.
"I didn't come here to reject you or yell at you, Greg. I came here to say that I love you." He said smiling. "I never thought that you felt the same way about me. But, when you kissed me in the locker room, I thought that you felt the same way about me as I do about you." He said with a smile. Greg sighed a breath of relief and kissed Nick again quickly, one thought racing though his mind:
'Nick feels the same way I do. Nick loves me.' Then, a thought dawned on Greg as he looked at Nick.
"What will we tell everyone in the lab?" Greg asked and seeing the troubled look on Nick's face made Greg's heart race again. Nick remained silent for a moment before he looked up at Greg.
"The truth." He answered. "That we love each other and that you and I are in a relationship." He added. Greg smiled and rewarded Nick's answer with a kiss on the cheek.
"Speaking of which, Aren't you supposed to be at the lab now, cowboy?" Greg asked as he pulled apart from Nick. He smiled and nodded.
"I told Grissom that I was checking up on you and making sure that you were okay." He said with a smile, watching Greg.
"I am. I took the day off because I told Grissom I was sick." He said with a smile and Nick smiled back at him. "Won't Grissom care that you're late?" Greg added as he looked at Nick, a bit worried.
"He will. But, I'll worry about that later." Nick assured him carefully and made Greg smile again as he ran a hand across Greg's cheek just so he could touch Greg. Greg shivered at the contact and looked at Nick, turning towards the kitchen.
"Care to join me for breakfast?" Greg asked and Nick nodded, taking Greg's hand and allowed the young CSI and his new lover to escort him to the kitchen for breakfast and the start of a beautiful, wonderful relationship.
But falling in love with you, I had no control over.