The final part of Talent. A little bit of fluff but I hope you enjoy, and don't forget to review!:D

"Iain." Dimmock stirred a little, about to playfully bat Greg's kisses away when everything that had happened the night before flooded his head until it was all he could think about.

"It's morning babe, I think you need to get up," the DI called out brightly.

"Mhm, stop," Dimmock moaned, hiding his head deeper under his pillow.

"Hey, you're the one that wanted to be a DI. It's a demanding schedule, so wakey wakey."

Dimmock made a gurgling sound before kicking his legs.

"Oh, please, Dimmock, stop acting like a baby. There's never been a problem with you before so get up."

With a snarl that was more a hiccup really, Dimmock scooted off the queen size bed, promptly ignoring the silver haired DI who was perched rather sexily on the corner of it.

He gave Greg a sinister looking scowl before shuffling off to the loo. Fortunately, Dimmock hadn't needed to alert Greg to the minor error he had caused, seeing as how the older DI wasn't one to miss blatant signals. For one, Iain always kissed him good morning with a rather vulgar promise later. For two, Iain had that face on; the one where everything and everyone could burn in hell for all he cared so long as he got his revenge; though for whom it was aimed at was still a mystery.

Greg heard the distinctive flushing of the loo and then the sink turning on. After a couple of minutes the bathroom door swung open revealing a rather irritated and half naked Dimmock.

"Everything alright?" Greg asked cautiously whilst Iain yanked his side of the dresser open angrily. They established a spot in the flat for Dimmock to keep his clothes after a rather nudist incident occurred with the mailman the next morning. For everyone's sake, it was the best idea to keep spare outfits.

Dimmock turned around to glare at Greg, a curse playing on his lips as he pulled his pants off. "There. Is. Nothing. Wrong," he spat, emphasizing each word.

"There obviously is something wrong, taking in your bloody attitude. I know I was gone for the whole day yesterday, but I mean come on."

"You don't even realize it, do you?"

"Realize bloody what, Iain!" Greg roared, getting up off the bed to amble over to the younger DI.

Dimmock threw his hands up in the air, finally turning his seething eyes on Greg. "Do you remember when you told me that when you made a promise that you were supposed to keep it no matter what?"

"What does-"

"Do you remember?"

"Yeah, I remember it, but why are you asking?"

Dimmock said nothing, not lost for words, just knowing that Greg was responsible for filling the silence in.

Greg reached his hands up to grip Dimmock's face in a reassuring way, but the younger DI turned back around, pulling out a full suit minus the tie as he sidestepped his boyfriend.

"Stop, please." Dimmock's tone was suddenly quiet. "I've got to get ready for work before I get fired."

Gripping his clothing tightly, Dimmock began walking towards the bathroom again. He thought he was home free right up until a tanned hand caught his own and dragged him back to the bed, pinning him there. The younger DI protested weakly- fed up with fighting a fight that would only hurt him more.

"I'm not going to fucking stop, Iain. Not when you're obviously hurt by something I've done, and I think I have a right to know!" Greg shifted, stretching out on top of him so that Iain didn't have a chance in hell of escaping. "Out with it, love."

A painful feeling welled up in Iain's stomach at the sight of Greg's face. He saw right through it, just like he always did, even if it hadn't been a charade.

Greg folded his arms over Iain's chest, gladly showing that he could wait the younger man out even if it took all day- something Dimmock was willing to test if the idea of work hadn't chased it away.

"You forgot…" Dimmock began in a low whisper, blowing out the air Greg's body weight was crushing.

Greg said nothing.

Dimmock closed his eyes afraid to see Greg's response. "You forgot to come last night."

"Come where, love? I'm not following," Greg responded slowly with a quirked silver brow.

"To my piano recital, Greg! "

Greg was silent for a moment, but then his eyes widened with shock. "Oh, god, Iain! It was last night?"

"Yeah, and you bloody promised and everything! I know I'm not supposed to get my hopes up about these things, but I thought maybe…"

The older man's brown eyes flicked back and forth as he read his partner's face. "Maybe what," he whispered.

"That you'd see me doing something I was good at and finally be bloody proud of me. Sometimes I feel like I'm not good enough for you, and what if I'm right?"

Greg disentangled himself from Dimmock as he stood upright. "Iain, I am so bloody sorry. I wanted to go and planned on it, but something came up at the last minute and I totally forgot."

Dimmock rubbed his temples as he too sat upright, looking at the clock, trying to stifle the cry when he realized Greg hadn't answered his question.

"Look, Greg I have to-"

"But just know that I don't care how rich, how spectacular you are at something." He reached over and took Dimmock's hand in his own, slowly rubbing soothing circles on the back of his hand. "It doesn't matter how many bloody eyes you have either because I love you and you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. Please listen when I say that I am truly sorry for missing your recital."

Dimmock watched Greg, his eyes wide and breathe shallow. Yeah, it hurt that Greg missed last night, but he would get over it eventually.

"And you," he smiled lustfully, "are solely and purely the best thing that has ever happened to me."

And just like that, Dimmock patched his broken heart back together for the moment as they passionately kissed, because he knew that Greg hadn't met to hurt him ever. He couldn't think, just remembered a sudden urge to take Greg- his beautiful, strong, loving Greg- and smother him in kisses; as weird as that sound it was the only way to explain the sudden feeling of want. The kiss was awkward and by no means loving, the two acing like death was about to catch up to them if they let go.

When they finally broke apart, their breaths came out short and raspy.

"I truly love you Greg and I shouldn't have been so upset when you weren't there. We went over this a million times and yet, I still felt like you betrayed me. I'm getting over it, but it will take time."

Greg momentarily stopped rubbing circles on the back of Iain's hand, his expression blank.

"Take all the time you need."