Chapter 6: Fool for You

"The tox-screen on you vic, came back negative. It was all him behind the wheel," Hodges said handing Greg the paperwork to confirm his findings.

He nodded, eyeing the paperwork himself just out of habit though he knew Hodges was thorough and never missed anything. Hodge stared at him hotly, "It's all there."

"Yeah," Greg said absently, still reading the file.

Hodges cleared his throat loudly after a minute which made Greg slowly pull his gaze away from the paper.

"If you want to review my findings, do it in your office." Hodges said with a righteous indignation.

Greg sighed, "What'd I do now?"

Hodges huffed angrily, "Aside from the fact that you feel the need to review what I already told you- it hurts to know that you would then blatantly do it right in front of me like I'm some dumb intern."

"What's with you and interns?" Greg asked curiously, completely ignoring Hodges dramatic perspective on something trivial as reviewing paperwork.

Hodges muttered and turned his back to him, pretending to busy himself with his lab-duties. "Until you have to work with one, you'll never fully grasp my pain."

Greg rolled his eyes. "Don't you think your being just a little dramatic?"

Hodges gaped, "Of course not! That girl is a menace. Archie sent her back my way after only two hours! He couldn't stand her either."

Greg shook his head, resisting the urge to laugh at the look of obvious disgust on his face. He considered Hodges a friend but sometimes he wondered why.

"Get back to me if you find anything else in the blood work or from his medical kit." He instructed before heading back to his office space.

Luckily Nick had found Mr. Fowler's medical vet kit in his thrashed car. It had unlabeled bottles, a few broken from the car wreck, though some were still fully intact. The theory that the doc might have been slipped something from his own stash that made him drive off the side of the cliff was only a possible one. He had to disprove theories, no matter how unlikely before eventually finding the right one.

Greg began pouring over the pictures he took of the highway. After all the evidence had been collected from the corvette, Greg now got the pleasure of piecing together the puzzle.

Hunched over files and a computer screen, Greg's eyes began to blur. He didn't get much sleep last night and it didn't help that every time he drifted off he was securely wrapped in Nick's arms. What had he been thinking staying so long? He should've gotten out there earlier yet he felt cemented in the warm embrace of Nick. His sweet musky scent surrounding him, breathing him in from the pillow to the softness of his neck. He enjoyed watching him sleep peacefully, the dark bags under his eyes and wrinkles around his mouth had eased and he looked like his old self again, tucked safely away in dreamland. Greg ended up watching him sleep for probably an hour and by the time he convinced himself to sneak out, he felt like an overdramatic romantic. Hodges suddenly popped into his brain. Yeah- he was acting quite the fool for love, or whatever this intense emotion was that seemed to trap him and hold him all at the same time.

What was wrong with him? He needed to get his emotions under wraps and quick. It was just sex he told himself. Just hot, steamy, incredibly passionate sex. And damn, how he wanted to do it again. But did Nick want it again? Had once been enough for a man like him? Greg pondered these questions as he rubbed the side of his temple with his fingers, easing the pain of a headache beginning to take root. Nick was the type of guy who went through chicks like a revolving door. Who's to say he won't do that with him? What would make him so special that he might consider a relationship with Greggo? Compared to the illustrious women and probably men who would gladly fall to their feet for Nick- what could possibly be the reason someone like him would want to stick around? Damnit, how did this get so complicated and emotionally taxing?

Greg sighed. He was never all that good putting distance between himself and the people he cared about. It was the care-giver side of him, the pleaser. He didn't think it was a bad thing- just not always the best when the person he was trying to please, was trying to flee. That's probably why he fled this morning. Afraid that Nick would be the first one to fly the coop and Greg didn't know if his heart was ready for that yet.

Footsteps echoed behind him, he glanced up from the paperwork on his desk and stilled. He wondered if those footsteps belonged to his Nick. His Nick? Greg's headache pulsed now. Nick didn't belong to him. And probably would never belong to him. He only had one night were he pretended that Nick was his. Now- it was back to reality for the both of them.

Suddenly he smelled that musky, unbelievably sensual scent before Nick said a word as he stopped behind him, standing there, looking over his shoulder. Greg felt his heart begin to pound against his chest and his pulse skip into overtime.

Nick stepped closer, his chest brushing against the back of Greg's shoulders as he pretended to be gazing at the photos spread out on the desk. Greg was sure Nick could hear his thundering heartbeat now.

"Where were you this morning?" Nick asked softly, his breath was warm and tickled the side of his ear. Greg flushed and felt the absurd urge to turn in his chair and capture those sexy lips with a hard kiss. Oh God- he felt the tension in his groin already start. Nick aroused him so easily now and they only slept together once!

"I needed to get home before work," Greg said, lying but not wanting to admit the truth. He didn't want Nick to know that he wasn't ready for the conversation that was inevitable. The- 'we need to talk about last night' talk.

"Uh-huh," Nick said sounding unconvinced. Greg was about to look up at him over his shoulder when he felt a firm hard hand wrap around his upper thigh. Greg shivered and let out a small surprised gasp. "I think you forgot something…" Nick whispered huskily, his hand traveling ominously upwards until… Greg groaned, all his resistance slipping away as Nick squeezed his aching cock and then rubbed with expert skill.

Greg's thighs drifted apart as Nick's hand slowly jerked him off beneath the table. It was the sexiest, over the pant rub and tug of Greg's life. His breathing came out choppy and fast as Nick quickened his pace. Nick buried his face into the crock of his neck, which he let drop to the seat weakly, his body tensing and on the verge of combustion. He arched his hips upwards, eyes slipping closed as Nick rubbed viciously on his throbbing erection through his pants.

He suddenly felt Nick's wet tongue trace the red bruises along his neck from the night before when he gave him little love bites.

"Nick…" Greg gasped out breathlessly as he was so close to cumming his body was nearly out of the chair. He grabbed at him wildly, needing to touch him, just hold him close. He ended up grabbing the cotton of his shirtsleeve as he whimpered and gave into the mounting tension. He suddenly burst right there in his office. Nick held him as he shuddered and came. Gasping for oxygen all Greg could do was sit in the chair as Nick pulled away and kissed his neck tenderly.

Suddenly Nick's words came back to him. "I didn't forget anything," he replied glancing over his shoulder up into his eyes. Soft, warm brown eyes greeted him. Greg melted into a simpering puddle.

Nick smiled, "Yeah- you forgot me."
Greg's heart twisted with painful hope. But he didn't want to let himself get caught up in possibilities he knew couldn't happen. He glanced away quickly and back to the photos.

"Did you find anything wrong with the car?" Greg asked distractingly. "Because the tox-screen came back negative- so there was nothing in his system to cause the crash."

Nick was silent for a minute before finally saying, "No- the car was fine. Old and with some serious mileage but other than that, it was a good ride."

"Yeah until it drove over a cliff…" Greg muttered.

"Hey- about that…" Nick said and bent close to Greg yet again and pulled out a photo and placed it on top of the rest. "Look at the tire treads right before he hit the fence."

"It looks like he skidded along quite a ways before going over." Greg replied, also seeing the unusually markings on the road.

"Yeah, but what made him skid into the fence and not away? If he had full control of the car- what caused him to finally slam into the railing?" He said this out loud- it was one of those investigative tools to speak theories or thoughts out loud so everyone could be on the same page and solve the missing puzzle piece.

Nick picked up the photo of the crash impact point on the railing and stared. Finally after a long minute, his furrowed brow eased and he smiled victoriously. Greg instantly wanted to see what he was looking at though he'd been staring at these pictures for hours.

Nick slapped the picture on the table and pointed to the tree that stood outside the railing. "He hit the tree, his car momentarily spun out of control and he took a header, barely ten feet away from the tree, into the railing."

Greg stared and saw Nick's theory was right- or least that's what it said in the evidence. "Now we just have to figure out what caused him to crash his car."

"Yeah- that should be easy enough," Nick said teasingly as he brushed a hand over Greg's neck and soft hair before strutting out of his office. "I'll catch up with you later. I'm gonna talk to Brass, see if he has anything."

An excitement fluttered in Greg's stomach as he suddenly broke into a boyish, foolish grin.

TBC