So, it's a bit of a long chapter, hope you guys don't mind :) Enjoy!

Greg thought about Nicks words for a whole week. He knew there was only one way not to let this confession of Spencer change things between them. The talk about it was one-sided, Greg wasn't able to say anything when Spencer made that confession. He needed to confront him about it. Not an easy task with his insecurities, but it was necessary, he was sure, so he visited Spencer at the station. "Hey Barry. Can we talk?"

They walked into an empty interrogation room. "What is it?" Spencer asked with a smile on his face.

"You know, about... What you told me last week..."

"Yeah?"

"I had a lot of time to think about it and..."

"I scared you a bit, didn't I?" He smiled softly.

Greg laughed nervously. "Nah... It's just, I..." He sighed. "Whatever your feelings are for me, I think we should keep our relationship strictly business, you know?"

Spencer looked confused. "Why?"

"I just think it would be weird if we would still hang out together..."

"But..."

"It's not easy being in love with someone you're friends with, so..."

Spencer laughed. "In love? I'm not in love with you."

"...But you...?" Greg sat down. He was confused. "...You're not?"

"I already told you, Greg. I'm not gay."

"...Me neither."

"I know." He gave Greg a confused look.

"...But you said you liked my smell."

"No, I said your smell reminded me of my ex-girlfriend."

The confusion couldn't get any bigger. "...What?"

"You didn't listen to a single word I said that day, did you?" Spencer laughed. "I guess it's your hair products or something. She used something that smelled like yours... every time I smell it I get reminded of her... It confuses me."

"...So... You're not in love with me?"

"Forgot about the time you saw me with a woman in Brass' office?"

"...Huh. Guess I did."

"Or the one time in this bar, in the men's room?"

"..."

"Or the fact that I tried to hook you up with my brother didn't make you doubt that I..."

"Okay, okay, I get it. I'm sorry, I just..."

"How did you even come to this conclusion?"

"I feel like an idiot... I don't know, I mean... the way you acted around me... and Nick said... The thing about my smell... I..."

"Nick, huh? He has something against me and starts this rumor to cause you to doubt our friendship?"

Greg shook his head. "It's nothing like that, but... Oh god, I'm SO embarrassed!" Greg buried his face in his hands.

"It's alright, don't sweat it." Spencer sat down next to Greg, putting his hand on his shoulder. He took a deep breath. "I'm not in love with you, alright?" He smiled. "Though I think it's kind of sweet you thought that!"

"...Really?" Greg asked, looking up to him. "You're not insulted or embarrassed...?"

" 'Course not! ...So, everything's cool between us?"

"Sure," Greg gave him a smile.

Despite being totally embarrassed, Greg thought it was good that him and Spencer finally had that talk. He was hoping things between them would be getting a lot easier, now that Greg was sure Spencer's feelings towards him were completely platonic.

"Really?" Nick asked warily. Greg had just told him what happened the day before between him and Spencer at the station. "And you buy that?"

"Of course, why not?" Greg asked while looking at some crime scene photos in the evidence room.

"You told me the way he reacted when he thought he heard something in that house. That's weird."

"Oh, now it's weird? Two days ago you told me not to worry, that he's not a freak."

"Well... Not a dangerous one, but a freak nonetheless!"

"What is your problem with Spencer? He said he's not in love with me and I believe him. Why isn't this enough for you to stop doubting him?" Greg was getting a bit annoyed and angry with Nick.

"Look, all I'm saying is that I think he wasn't honest with you. He probably saw your reaction and backed down."

"So even if you're right, what am I supposed to do about it?"

"No need to get angry, alright? I don't know what you should do. But I think you should be careful and consider the fact that he might've been lying, okay?"

Greg shrugged his shoulder. "I don't think he was lying."

After shift, Greg headed home. First thing he did was turn on the TV and sit down on the couch. It was a long, exhausting double-shift and he almost fell asleep, but a knock on the door forced him to stay awake and get up. Looking through the fish eye, he was surprised to see Spencer standing on the other side of the door. "Barry. What are you doing here?"

"Mind if I come in?" he asked while entering.

"Actually, I... sure," Greg replied. He just wanted to relax after his hard workday, but Spencer just walked in, he didn't really have a choice. "What's up?"

"Well, I have some time to kill and was wondering if you'd like to hang?" Spencer walked into the living room and sat down on the couch.

"Uh... Sure, why not..." Greg replied a bit irritated. He didn't feel like company right now and there was Spencer, kind of inviting himself in, asking if it was okay, but not waiting for Greg to answer. He didn't really have a choice but spend some time with Spencer and hope that he'll leave soon.

Spencer's been at Greg's for almost three hours and it didn't look like he was about to leave anytime soon. They were having a pizza and watching a game. Both were reaching for a piece and their hands touched for a second. Spencer didn't even seem to pay any attention to it, but Greg remembered what Nick said and quickly pulled his hand back an said, "Sorry."

Spencer didn't react. Greg felt a bit stupid and tried to tell himself that Nick was wrong, that there was no need to overreact. So for another twenty minutes, him and Spencer sat there on the couch, very close to each other because Spencer wasn't one to keep a physical distance. Spencer enjoyed the game, but Greg couldn't really concentrate. His thoughts kept circling around what Nick said. He started to worry. Was Spencer really telling the truth or not? He wasn't even sure he wanted to find out.

The game ended. "What now?" Spencer asked.

"Huh? Well, it's been a very long day and I'm tired, so..." Greg replied.

"Oh yeah, tell me about it! There was this guy who resisted arrest, almost punched me..." Spencer said tired, cosying up on the sofa, placing his head on Greg's shoulder and closing his eyes.

For a moment, Greg just sat there, not sure what to do. "...Barry?" he finally said.

"Hmhm?" Spencer replied sleepily.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"I'm getting up in a minute, just give me a moment to rest."

"But..." Just like that, Spencer started to snore. "...You got to be kidding me! Spencer, wake up!" It was impossible to wake him up again. Greg gave up and decided to let him sleep on the couch as he put a blanket on him and went to bed.

It was a weird feeling, knowing that Spencer was sleeping in the living room. But Greg was able to fall asleep. Despite what Nick said, he knew Spencer would never do anything he didn't want. At least he needed to believe that.

The next day arrived and after only six hours of sleep, Greg's alarm clock went off. Despite pulling a double yesterday, he still had to come in today, too. Slowly, his eyes opened. He was still quite beat and didn't feel too well. Having to spend time with Spencer when he didn't want to was exhausting. But he had no idea how much time he actually spent with him.

"Good morning," Spencer mumbled sleepily.

Greg sat up. The shocked look on his face would never go away again, he was sure. "Spencer? What the hell are you doing in my bed?"

Spencer opened his eyes. "What? Oh... I have no idea." He laughed sleepy.

"What do you mean... you don't know?"

"What happened last night? Why am I still here?"

"You fell asleep on my couch! But why in the hell are you in my bed now?"

"Gee, I don't know. Relax. I feel like I'm hungover... Did I drink before I fell asleep on the couch?"

"One beer."

"Really? Because I feel like I had ten." He laughed again.

Greg rubbed his eyes. "Oh god... I think I'm gonna be sick..."

"Don't act like I'm a one night stand that turned out uglier than you thought she was the night before. Why are you so upset?"

"Why am I... Because you're lying in my bed and don't know why! How could this happen?" Greg was outraged. It was more fear than anger, though. He already found it hard to trust Spencer after what Nick said, and now this happened. "...I feel hungover, too..."

"How much did you drink?"

"I only had a beer, like you."

"Maybe there was something wrong with the beer..." Spencer closed his eyes and turned around.

"What are you doing?"

"Going back to sleep," he mumbled.

"What?"

"I don't have to go to work today and I'm tired."

"...But you can't stay here!"

"...Fine." Spencer rolled his eyes and got up.

Just then, Greg noticed something. "...Where the hell are your clothes?"

"Huh?" Spencer looked himself down. He was standing there in his boxer shorts. "No idea."

This whole situation was getting too creepy for Greg. Plus, he really was feeling nauseous right now. "What the hell happened tonight?"

Spencer walked out of the room to look for his clothes. When he found it, he got dressed. "I'm sorry, Greg, I have no idea what happened."

Greg worried. It all didn't seem right. He felt awful although he only had a beer to drink and didn't even notice when Spencer crawled into his bed. Without clothes on, to top it all.

"Listen," Spencer said while putting his shoes on, "I won tickets for the theater tomorrow night. You wanna come?"

"I think I'm gonna pass."

"Come on, it'll be fun! We'll even get a free drink and popcorn!"

"No!" Greg replied rather angrily.

"What's wrong? Are you angry for some reason?"

He sighed. "Just get out."

"But... Let's talk about it. What's bothering you?"

"Well, take an educated guess. I wake up with you in your underwear next to me! That's messed up."

"I told you already, I don't know what happened. What's the big deal?"

Greg shook his head as he opened the door for Spencer.

He walked out. "I'll call you later, alright?"

"Don't bother." Greg closed the door.