A.N. Sorry for the confusion but it took me a while to figure out how to post the next chapter ;-) Well, here it is ...

Disclaimer: Again, they're not mine :-(

I heard you talk about,
How you want someone just like me,
But everytime I ask you out,
We never move past friendly

"Nick, man, I don't get it. That girl was cute as hell and she was interested. Heck, she was all over you. One word and you could have had her" Warrick looked curiously at his friend. "What's the problem?"

Nick closed his locker and turned around. "She wasn't my type," he stated simply.

"Not your type?" Warrick looked at him dumbfounded. "Not your type? She was perfect. Great body, beautiful eyes. What more do you want?"

"I don't know. She was cute, all right, but, you know, she wasn't it. I mean I want someone who I wanna be around all the time. Who makes me laugh about the most stupid things, who annoys the hell out of me but still is the best thing I could ever have. I …"

"Woah, wait a second," Warrick interrupted the ramblings of his best friend.

"What, what is it?"

"Who is she?"

"Who is who," Nick looked confused at Warrick who was grinning broadly.

"The girl you've just been talking about?"

"I wasn't talking about anyone. You wanted to know what kind of person I would be interested in and I told you. That's all." Nick replied.

"Sorry, but the way you were going on about your perfect someone, it just sounded like you described someone you've already met."

"Well, I haven't," Nick shot back and closed his locker.

"Who met who?" Greg came strolling into the locker room and sat down next to Warrick looking up at Nick.

Nick blushed and opened his mouth but before he could say a word Warrick told Greg about his perfect someone.

After he had finished Greg looked up at Nick. "You've really thought that through, haven't you?" Only for a split second Nick thought he saw a flash of pain in his friend's eyes. But before he could look closer, Greg had already returned to untying his sneakers.

Warrick looked from Nick to Greg. The sudden shift of mood confused him and he hurriedly grabbed his backpack and left with the words "Well, gotta run, Tina's waiting."

Nick, who had barely registered Warrick's exit, tried to regain Greg's attention by asking him out on breakfast. Maybe this way he could find out about that look in Greg's eyes. But when the young CSI got up and put on his jacket he said, "I'm beat, I think I'll just fall in bed and sleep."

"Oh, OK, see you tomorrow then."

"Yeah, see ya, " and Greg was gone.