Disclaimer: I don't own CSI

Warning: NickGreg, and some dark themes.

A/N: English is not my first language… that's why I'm doing this.

Living with a monster

Chapther 3: Uncertain

Nick never stopped by his lab that night. Brown gave him the different samples from Nick's rape case. Warrick claimed that Nick was pretty busy, so he couldn't deliver the small swabs himself. Greg didn't quite know what he should think about that. Or maybe his feelings were a little divided. He was somehow relieved that he didn't had to see how his boyfriend's mood was just yet, because he didn't know how he would react if Nick still wanted their relationship to be over. But he also just wanted to get over with it. Find out quick, just to stop his misery that was caused buy the uncertainty. Just like ripping of a Band-aid. Get it over with.

The guilt was still there. Maybe Nick was right in the things he said. Marilyn Manson blasted in his car as he drove home.

The lab rat stood outside his apartment, quite nervous. Nicks car was parked right beside his in the block's garage. So Greg knew he was home. Or, he could be home. What would happen if he went in there, and Nick was there? What would he do if Nick still was angry, or in the worst case, still violent? What if he was there, but just ignored him? What if Nick wanted to make it all alright again? Cold Greg at all let him do it? The blond man had never felt so uncertain about anything in his entire life.

Greg opened the apartment door, and kicked of his shoes. Nick was home. He was there, in their kitchen, placing some dirty pates in the dishwasher. He had already eaten. They always ate together. The small part of Greg that had hoped everything would be alright if they just got to talk together sank quickly away. The dark haired man wore that boring gray sweater and the matching pants again. He didn't know just how many times he had complained about them before. Nick turned towards Greg as soon as he noticed the other man was in the room. Greg found his expression impossible to read.

Greg just had to fill the awkward silence.

"Hey." He didn't know what else to say.

"Hi." Silence filled the room once again. His boyfriend had still that strange expression on his face. He looked like he was talking to a witness he thought was their suspect.

What did he do now? Greg suddenly found his socks very interesting. They were of two different colors. It was one of Nick's gray socks, and one of his own purple pair. He didn't have to fill the silence again. Nick did it for him.

"You blocked the doorway." Greg met Nick's eyes again in surprise. He had thought of many causes why Nick had actually hit him, but he had never thought it was because he 'blocked the doorway'. But Nick wasn't finished.

"I guess that's why you came home. To get an explanation." Greg's mouth fell open, like he didn't really understood what Nick said to him. He didn't know what to say.

"Now get out."

Greg didn't know where he was driving. The shock was too big for him. Nick hadn't changed his mind. Deep down had Greg wished and hoped that they could just forget all about their fight and have a huge make out time on their couch afterwards. He wiped off his frustrated tears with the back of his hand. Never had he had such an awful day. Nick had thrown him out of his own apartment. The fact that it was his apartment didn't strike him as he stood there dumbfounded in the kitchen. He didn't even feel like Greg Sanders anymore. The sky over him threatened him with heavy rain and possible some thunder.

Suddenly, he felt his phone vibrate in his jeans. Greg silently hoped that it was nick who rang to apologize, but knew better than that. He picked it up, and moaned. Julian. Greg couldn't take that guy right now.

Julian was possible the most feminine guy living on this planet. He was a pretty stereotype homosexual. As a hair stylist and with shopping pastel colored clothes as his favorite pastime you couldn't really expect anything else. Julian had a high pitched voice and could talk about everything and nothing for several hours. Normally, Greg would babble just as much back, and none of them would really listen to what the other had to say. And of course- Julian was a homosexual. Just like Greg. But none of them found the other even the slightest attractive.

Julian was a year older than Greg, but had a twenty-two year old boyfriend who worked with his boyfriend as a hairdresser, and Greg had Nick, who solved crimes. Greg often said that solving crimes was way sexier than fixing someone's hair all day. Julian often said that Greg looked like a member of a bad boy band when he had his hair short and dark. So Greg got Julian to do his hair sometimes, just to make him shut up. They had met in college, and become friends even though they were quite different as persons. Julian was the first to know Greg's true sexuality. They rarely met, but spoke on the phone now and then. Julian was also the only one who knew about him and Nick.

"Helloooo Greggo, my man!" Oh, he wished Julian had stuck his tongue in his baby boyfriend's mouth instead of using it to torture Greg with. He sighed.

"Hi, Julian."

And Julian started talking, like he always did. Greg didn't pay very much attention to what he said, but he and his little boyfriend seemed to be putting up an adoption, of course, after they got married. He also talked about a new gay marriage law, and something about a conservative party and a Christian one and something that sounded awfully much alike "But they just need to get laid."

Greg couldn't see either of them as parents. But he didn't say anything. Then he got a very detailed description of how their wedding was going to be like, he got to know everything about the pastel colored decorations and flowers they were going to get, the very tasteful menu, and everything about the band they had hired. Julian barely stopped his rambling so he could inform Greg that he in fact was invited to the wedding.

"So, how are things with the boyfriend?" Justin asked, in his usual chitchat voice, like he wanted to hear all about their love life, as well as their plans of getting a dog. He sounded like an old woman. No, in fact, he sounded like Catherine.

Greg sighed. He couldn't hide anything from Julian. No matter how irritating and how awful the other man's voice sounded, Greg needed to tell him the truth. He knew the other man cared. Maybe he could get an advice, even if all the advices he had gotten from Julian before sucked.

"We had a fight."

"Oh, that sucks. About what?" Julian asked. Greg didn't know how to answer him, so he just told him what he thought they were fighting about.

When Greg first drove away from the apartment, he didn't know where he was going. But apparently he was driving out of town. "A sock."

Julian drew his breath and said "Oh you've got to be kidding, sweetie. Jimmy and I were fighting about the same thing last week! That's got to be fate honey! Well, tell me more."

"He sort of threw out of the apartment. I don't know what to do. And it's my apartment, so legally, he can't throw me out. But I don't know what to do. What do I do?" Julian seemed shocked at what Greg told him, so he was glad he left out the punch.

"Seriously, I have no idea what you can do, Greggo. Me and Jimmy, we've never had that kind of fight. Maybe that's why we fit so well together--"

There was a loud bang. A traffic accident. Two cars before his. One of the cars seemed to be on fire. Greg could see the smoke, and some of the flames. He stopped his car and quickly got out of it.

"Julian, I've got to go. There's been an accident."

A/N: Thanks for reading!

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