[Chorus:]
I've made it obvious,
Done everything but sing it,
(I've crushed on you so long but on and on you get me wrong),
I'm not so good with words,
And since you never notice the way that we belong,
I'll say it in a love song
You are my first thought in the morning,
(and the last one at night)
You are the love that came without warning,
I need you, I want you to know
"Yessssss!" Greg jumped up from his place next to Warrick and Nick on the floor and started hopping up and down, hands raised high above his head. "The master has yet again won."
After he had finished his victory dance he glanced down at the two men on the floor. "What's wrong with you two. You should be on your knees worshipping my superiority," frowned the energetic man.
Warrick laid down his controller and looked up. "Man, I'm so tired, I can barely keep my eyes open." He got up wincing at the pain from sitting to long in the same position and patted Greg's shoulder. "You did good but you do know if I hadn't been that tired, you'd have never stood a chance." The CSI turned around and directed his words to his friend on the floor who looked as tired as himself. "I'm gonna get going. You need a ride?"
Before Nick could answer Greg interrupted him. "What do you mean you're leaving and more importantly I won because I'm way better than you at this game."
"Sure, what ever you say. So, do you need a ride, I know your car's still at the garage."
"I guess I'll stay for a little longer, I don't want him get over excited over one small victory," Nick winked at Warrick.
"Hey, I'm standing right here!" came the angry reply.
"Give it your best bro! See you tomorrow then." Warrick took his jacket from a chair nearby and made his way towards the door. Before he left he turned back intent on teasing the younger man one last time but caught Nick's eye. His friend shook his head slightly indicating that he should just let the younger man be. Warrick shrugged his shoulders and exited Greg's apartment.
Nick looked up from his seat on the floor to Greg who had settled down on the couch. The younger man sat with crossed arms and a frown on his face, looking like a pouting child.
"Hey, why don't we just call it a night and postpone the game until next week?" Nick asked.
The question earned him an even deeper frown.
"If you wanna go why didn't you leave with Warrick then?"
"What?" came the incredulous reply. "Who said I wanted to leave? But if you're sick of my company I'd love to leave you alone!" Nick replied angrily and made to get up.
"Nick, I'm sorry," a hand landed on the older man's shoulder. "Don't go. Please! I'm such an idiot. It's just a game."
Nick's anger was gone in an instant as he looked into his friends' eyes. He gave Greg a tentative smile, "Alright, but I get to say what we watch!"
"We're watching TV then?" Greg grinned back.
"Yes, and because you've been a bad little boy, you'll have to watch that bird documentary with me."
Greg's smile faded, "You're kidding, right?"
"Nah uh, you know me, I don't kid around."
Greg watched in horror as Nick took the remote control from the nearby coffee table and made himself comfortable next to Greg on the couch. "You're ready for an in depth view of the puffin population?" And with those words he switched on the TV.
Greg woke up smiling. He hadn't felt that rested and content in a long time. When he tried to stretch he realized an unfamiliar weight on his chest. It felt heavy yet warm and incredible good, come to think of it. He reluctantly opened his eyes. What he saw made him tense up immediately. Cuddled up closely to him and resting his head on his chest was Nick. The older man was sound asleep and breathing steadily. Although Greg knew that he should wake his friend he couldn't take his eyes of him. Nick appeared so much younger while sleeping. The small lines around his eyes, which had appeared over the years, were smoothed out and his face never looked that relaxed while awake.
Greg sighed. Nick had been through so much in the last few years that it was a wonder he was still working and living a normal life. But then again so had he. Only after the "incident" with Demetrius James had Greg realized what it must have felt like for Nick surviving his kidnapping.
He shook his head. He didn't want to think about this. Instead he focused on the sleeping man next to him. Nick had always been a good friend. He was kind and had accepted him from the start. He absentmindedly ran his fingers through the strands of Nick's hair and sighed.
Nick opened his eyes. He was unfocused and didn't know where he was. But before the panic could set in he breathed in a familiar scent and immediately relaxed snuggling closer to the man next to him.
He blinked. A man, he was curled up to a man? He lifted his head and looked at Greg's sleeping face and smiled. The younger CSIs mouth was slightly open and a small snore escaped his lips. He looked so young and peaceful. Lately his eyes had taken on a haunted expression which Nick hated. He knew what it must have felt like for Greg after the Demetrius James incident. He also knew that his friend still felt guilty over the death of the man who had attacked him so brutally.
But observing him now Nick couldn't help but think back at their first encounter. Greg had been so young back then, young and enthusiastic about his new job. It had been easy to form a friendship with the young lab rat but only after he had almost lost him due to the lab explosion did they become closer friends.
Although he knew that he should get up to save his friend from the embarrassment of waking up with his best friend snuggled up to him, Nick rested his head on Greg's chest again. 'Just for a few more minutes,' he thought.