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Chapter Seven

Teeth and tongue collided in a most pleasant way. Nick could feel his back against the wall as he felt her hands moving beneath his shirt. He slid a hand underneath the bottom of her shirt. Her skin was smooth and soft. He could feel the faint outline of her muscles. He inched his fingertips higher and his lips traveled across her beautiful neck. So soft.

A sudden thud moved his attention away from her neck. Nick now realized that his hands had joined the rest of his body against the wall. He let a groan of frustration pass his lips and he felt his blood rush to his groin. Her bright brown eyes narrowed in astute observation. He struggled against her long, slender fingers only to be held firmly in place. Nick smiled his best 'I want to make love to you' smile. She returned it with a nervous smile and a silent swallow.

Nick's eyes followed her cheekbones and square chin before dropping to her neck. As she swallowed Nick noticed her bobbing Adam's apple. He glanced at her intense brown eyes and he could feel confusion playing upon his face.

Nick started at her shoes, which were now replaced with a pair of All Star Converse. A pair of slightly battered jeans replaced her miniskirt, hung low on her hips. Her red t-shirt didn't quite reach her jeans. Nick ran his fingers over the soft pale skin, earning a gasp from his partner. Nick looked squarely into her eyes.

"Greg?" he whispered. She gave him a wide smile. "Tell me if you're Greg!" Nick flipped their positions. "Tell me!" he ordered. He felt her long fingers hook his belt loops and jerk him forward. Nick's groin rubbed against his. Nick saw another smile from his unidentified partner as she dissolved into a wall.

Nick shot upright and sucked in a desperate breath before looking around the room. The first thing he noticed was that he was not on his bed, but on a couch. Not his couch, but someone else's. Someone who owned a lot of posters and a lot of music. Nick stood and stretched his back.

Footsteps made their way down the hallway. Think, Nick, think! He begged whatever other power that might exist to remember the night before. Pandora's, Alyssa, Warrick pushing him encouragingly, dancing with Catherine… What am I missing? Nick barely had another second to panic before a familiar figure made its way into the living room.

"You okay?" asked Greg. Greg must have taken me home, he thought. Oh crap! What am I supposed to say to him?

"Uhh…" That didn't make much sense.

Greg quirked an eyebrow and continued, "I heard some yelling."

"Yeah, yeah. Mind telling me how I got here?" Greg laughed and tightened his towel. Nick closed his eyes to avoid focusing on his pale skin.

"You were rambling and then you fell off the barstool. Face forward into Sara's lap." Greg paused to laugh again. "Warrick had already taken off to get laid and Catherine cut out early too, for Lindsay. Sara told me to take you home."

"But I do not appear to be at home, Greg." Nick had to focus to keep his voice even.

"You told me you lived on the moon," answered Greg with a straight face. Nick put a hand to his head and looked up at Greg.

"I didn't."

Greg laughed again and nodded. "You so did! You also told Sara she should wear more feminine attire, and you told me my gay was showing." Nick heaved out a long breath. She's going to make me pay for that.

"I was about to make coffee and wake you up. I have some stuff that might fit you. Or did you want to stop by your house on our way to work? Your car is still at the crime lab."

"I don't suppose my mystery girl showed up?" Nick's eyes glimmered with hope. Greg shook his head with a sad smile.

"Sorry, Nick." Nick sighed again. Maybe Greg does dress up like mystery girls and seduce his coworkers in his free time. Nick pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'll take the clothes, then."

Greg started coffee and pulled some stuff out of his fridge. "The top drawer of the dresser in my bedroom has some stuff that should fit you. Feel free to use the bathroom. In the meantime, I'll make breakfast."

"Will you be sharing your coffee?"

Greg grinned. "Only the best for you, Nicky."

Nick smiled at the affectionate nickname. As he walked down Greg's hallway, Nick seized the opportunity to learn more about his coworker.

The first thing Nick really noticed was how clean the apartment was. Clutter took over various tables and shelves, but it was clean; The floor had to have been vacuumed that same week; the clothes were hung in Greg's closet, all facing the same direction. Greg's bed was already made. Posters lined the walls and stuck on some posters were pictures of people Nick had never seen.

Nick pulled open the drawer. Slacks, button ups, polo shirts and a couple of ties greeted Nick. Nick hummed aloud and pulled out a black polo shirt and a pair of slacks.

When Nick walked out of the shower Greg had already made breakfast. He sat across from Greg.

"Mind if I join you?"

Greg grinned. "I believe that's right up there with 'what's your sign.'"

"Are you flirting with me?"

Greg pulled the coffee to his lips. "Would you like it if I was?"

Nick shook his head earning a laugh from Greg. "These don't really seem like you're style, Greg."

Greg became cold in an instant and set down his coffee. "They belong to my ex."

"What happened?" Nick wondered aloud.

Greg coughed into his hand. "You should eat up, before it gets cold."

After ten minutes Nick couldn't take the silence any longer. "You know what's funny?" Greg looked up. "I had a dream that you were my secret girl."

Greg choked on his coffee. A few moments later and tears were streaming down his face. "Greg! You okay, buddy?" Greg nodded and inhaled a few deep breaths. And then he was laughing; the 'lay your head back, tears falling down, feet stomping' kind of laugh that lifts your entire day. Seeing Greg look so happy, Nick couldn't help but laugh too.

When they both calmed, he looked directly at Nick. Nick tilted his head in question.

"I'm gay," said Greg, as if that explained everything.

"And…?"

"So, just because I'm gay doesn't mean I dress up like a woman and seduce cowboy cops, even if he is pretty cute."

"You're flirting with me again." Greg howled in laughter again. Nick shook his head and shoved a forkful of pancakes into his mouth.

"I told you I flirt with everyone." Nick cracked a smile and gathered the dishes. "Nick, you don't have to do those."

"I know," he said as he filled the sink. "But you drove me home, clothed me, fed me, it's the least I can do."

A sudden flash and a click caught Nick's attention. He turned to face Greg who was gently shaking a Polaroid picture. Freshly taken. "What was that for?"

"A man doing the dishes," announced Greg. "It's a historic occasion, and Sara will never believe me." Nick chuckled and continued to work his way through the dishes. Greg folded the blankets on the couch and ten minutes later, both boys were on their way to work.