Title: Dew
Author: Lovely Evil One
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Pairing: Slash Gil/Nick, Nick perspective
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Gil and Nick belong to the creators of CSI. All hail them.
Summary: Nick remembers their breakup.


The petal was perched on her fingers. The wind hadn't swept it away yet and it might be an indication for how long she had been left out in the desert.
Maybe.

Nick's eyes were drawn again and again to the petal, as if it would fly up and talk to him suddenly. He knew it wouldn't.

Probably not.

The longer he stared at the petal, the red coming out more and more until he could differentiate between 20 different shades of red, the more the other colors faded. Perhaps it was symbolic of something else.

Probably.

Gil's hand fell on his shoulder. "How are you doing, Nicky?"

"Doing good, boss." Automatic response. Don't look away from the petal. Evidence speaks.

Definitely.

He ignored the evidence once. The distance, the silences that used to be comfortable that faded into uncomfortable quiet, like the deathly silence before a freak storm that produced tornadoes. The nights he would wake up, alone in bed, the sheets on Gil's half of the bed cold.

'Back to the petal,' Nick reminded himself.

He bent down to get a closer glance at it. It looked so odd, just this singular petal against her fingertips. Just like how he felt -- odd.

Their breakup was odd. Quiet. One night, Grissom told him he shouldn't come over anymore. Dispassionate statement. Odd. Their relationship had always been passionate, like they could never get enough of each other.

Guess Gil got all he wanted.

Nick looked closer at the evidence, trying to ignore Gil at his back. Oh yes, he still knew every movement that the man made like he was making it himself. Could feel Gil's presence and his gaze like a warm blanket.

Maybe the petal meant nothing.

'Look at the surrounding area.'

It looked almost black and white. Like the petal in its' vibrant shades had leeched every bit of color from the remaining area. Like their break up. Didn't matter what went before, only that it was over, ended, gone, done. All their memories ended with one memory -- Gil telling him he shouldn't come over.

He wasn't even sure if he wanted to remember anything that happened before that. Hurt too much. Not that he showed it at work, he wouldn't endanger his position or Gil's that way. Good little boy, Nicky.

Maybe not.

What he really wanted was to climb back in his Tahoe and take Gil Grissom with him. He just wasn't sure what he would do once he had Gil. Suck his brains out through his cock maybe. Or just ride him until neither of them could breathe anymore.

Then he saw it.

Dew on the petals.