Title: Assumptions
By: Quicksliver
Pairing: Greg/Nick
Rating: PG-13
Warning: WiP
Summary: After a fight with Nick, Greg goes out and Nick fallows him.

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Greg sat at the bar, looking at his empty glass as if it held the answers to all of life's quirky little questions. He sighed and ignored the flashing lights and pounding music around him, thinking back on the conversation that drove him to the place where he sat.

Greg tossed his keys on the table, sighing wearily and running his hand through his spiky hair. The recent case had been a hard one; the young boy killing his father in his own self-defence after his "daddy dearest" had beaten him severely.

Greg sighed again and walked towards the bedroom, knowing that he would get a warm welcome form his lover.

How wrong he was.

"Where the hell were you!!? I've been worried sick!!" Nick rolled over and stared at Greg, then stood up and came to a stop before him. His eyes were full of anger, and he was only wearing a pair of boxers. Greg was suddenly aware of just how tight his pants were.

"Hello to you too babe."

"Greg answer my question! Where were you??!!"

"I worked overtime ok? Just like I always do on Sundays...you know that Nick." Greg started to get undressed, believing that his reply would satisfy his fuming love.

It didn't.

"Why the hell didn't u call me?"

Greg sighed and walked over to the bedside table, tossing the Dead cell phone to Nick.

"Oh, I donno, maybe because you forgot to plug this in...AGAIN! Even though I tell you to every fricken day."

"Well why didn't you call me at home?"

"I assumed you'd be out. Like you always are on Sunday's. I also find that incredibly interesting..."

"Are you implying something??"

"No nick, I'm not. Now can we just sleep? I'm tired and-"

"No we can NOT sleep! I wanna know what your talking about!"
"It's nothing Nick...now go to sleep."

"NO!!" Nick stepped up to stand in front of him; his face so close the Greg could smell the toothpaste on his breath. He stepped back, suddenly afraid of the tall Texan.

"Nick..." he pleaded softly "Nick what's wrong?"

"NOTHING!"

"Please Nick I-"

"THERE IS NOTHING WRONG! NOW DROP IT!!"

Greg backed up and scrambled for the door, grabbing his keys and running to the end of the hall where the entrance was.

He opened the door and ran out, not looking behind him once. Not even when he heard Nick calling him. He ran down the stairs, past the mailboxes, through the door and into the parking lot. He jumped into his old car and drove as fast as he could away from the building, glancing in the rear view mirror as his apartment faded out of sight, the image of Nick standing above him clear in his mind.

Greg sighed again, not noticing the young woman that had taken it upon herself to sit beside him. She was a little shorter then him, had long blond hair with purple streaks in the front, and seemed to like popping her gum. Greg was reminded of that movie he and Nick had watched the night before.... Chicago.

"Pop, squish, six, ah-ah, sisiro, lipshits" he smiled slightly at the memory, and turned his attention to the girl.

"What's a hottie like you doing here? This is no place for the broken hearted." She licked her lips slowly, rubbing off some of her lipstick in the process.

Greg smiled.

"I donno... it seems nice enough."

She shook her head.

"Wanna dance?" he smiled at her and nodded, standing up and not resisting as he was lead to the dance floor.

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Nick walked into the bar, his eyes slowly adjusting to the neon lights and his ears ringing from the loud music...if you could call this music.

He felt so bad about what had happened, but he had been sincerely worried about his lover. His pervious relationship, Zoey, had told him that he wasn't a ‘ladies man' and that he was actually a ‘mans man'. Nick had been shocked and had denied it. But she didn't listen and left him, saying he'd know when he saw the right guy.

Nick had denied it. To himself (and anyone who asked) he was as straight as a nail.

But one day he had walked in on Greg getting changed in the locker room. His shirt gone and him rooting around, looking for his other shirt that he swore he put in his bag.

Nick had almost died when he realized that the goofy lab tech had abs!!!

He looked around the club and sighed. "Where the hell is he..."

And then he saw him.

Greg was on the dance floor, a pretty girl with blonde hair grinding against his body.

Nick suddenly had to leave, to get out of this place.

It was way to hard to look at his lover dancing with some blond bimbo that was chewing her gum with her mouth open.
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Greg sighed and pushed the girl away, his melancholy feeling had returned.

"I'm sorry." He said, looking at her and sighing. "But I'm involved with someone and we had an argument. That's the only reason I'm here."

She smiled. "I guessed." She smiled, and then looked behind him.

"What's up with him?"

Greg turned, his eyes meeting his lover's.

"Shit."

Nick turned and walked briskly out of the club, tears streaming down his face.

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Greg ran out of the club, pushing the patrons out of his way as he hurried to catch up with his lover. When he finally did, he grabbed Nick's shoulder and spun him around.

"Nick babe I'm so sorry." Greg held back the tears threatening to spill over, his fear of rejection coming to the surface of his mind. "Oh god, oh god, please not him. Please......"

He looked at Nick's face, scanning his eyes for some sort of emotion, but he just found the blank eyes of someone in shock.

"Nick! Talk to me please!"

Nick spoke softly, his eyes looking to the ground and his hands hanging limply at his sides.

"Why.......why would you do that to me? What did I do? Don't you.....care... anymore?"

Greg's eyes widened. "Why the hell would you think that I don't care??"

Nick's sadness and shock suddenly turned to anger, and he raised his head to stare into Greg's eyes.

"What??!! Why the HELL would I think that YOU would be CHEATING!?!? I mean, you were only GRINDING WITH A PINK BUBBLE GUM BIMBO!!" he yelled loudly, not noticing the other people on the street that were staring at him. Greg grabbed his arm and pulled him into the nearest alleyway, out of passer-by's peering eyes.

"You listen to me," He hissed, His eye's smouldering into Nick's as he tried to ignore the rotting odour and the filth of the alley. "And you listen GOOD!! I would NEVER cheat. I've been hurt to many times to do that to someone. Contrary to popular belief, I wasn't always the happy shiny person that you know and love. I was once a depressed teen, who had off-and-on relationships. They all sucked. Every single one of them cheated on me, and if you think that I'd be so...so...so LOW to do that to someone, then you are....." he sighed. "Then you aren't as perceptive as I thought."

Greg shook his head and went to turn, but was startled when Nick grabbed his arm. "Greg...." He whispered softly. "Please....we.....we can fix this." He pulled Greg closer, gently touching the side of his face. "Greg.....please." he pleaded.

Greg looked at him, and then gave a small shake of his head. "I think we need to take a break..." he gave a bitter laugh. "I don't think I can do this right now." Greg pulled away, his eyes tearing at what he had just said as he slowly started out of the alley.

Nick, however, had a different idea.

He spun his lover around to face him, holding him at arms length by the shoulders. He tightened his grip and resisted against Greg's struggles.

"Let me GO!" Greg cried, his eyes swimming and his breath coming quicker.

"No."

Suddenly Greg got one arm free, his face contorting in anger and rage. He pulled back his fist and let it fly...

....right into Nick's left eye.

Nick stumbled back, shocked. "Did.....did you just hit me?"

Greg's eyes widened, the reality of what had transpired sinking in. "I think I did." He blinked, staring at Nick for a moment before turning and running out of the alley as fast as he possibly could.

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