Title: Untitled
By: girlnorth
Pairing: Nick/Greg pre-slash
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Small spoiler for 505 "Swap Meet".
Disclaimer: Nick and Greg are not mine. They belong to each other.
Notes: This started out as a Nick/Greg 'first kiss' fic for cinderlily's wishlist, but it didn't quite turn out that way. So I guess it is what it is. I blame Hyenas for the fact that I can't get a gloomy Greg out of my head, and I blame TPTB for the fact that I can't stop thinking of Greg as being pissed at Sara.

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"See ya, Sara," Nick said as she left, throwing a wave over her shoulder. She didn't seem to notice that Greg barely acknowledged her departure, but Nick did.

"What's with you?" he asked.

Greg shrugged and rolled his beer in his palms, not looking up.

"You know, that's a really good way to warm up your beer," he said, pulling it out of Greg's hands and setting it on the table in front of him. "Greg. What's up?"

Greg looked up at him through long lashes, and Nick momentarily forgot what they were talking about. When Greg looked at him like that, his dark eyes looking somewhere deeper within Nick, it was hard to focus on anything else.

"I don't really want to talk about it," Greg said, looking away.

Nick let it go for the moment, taking another swig of his beer. He looked around the bar and wondered who chose this place. It was a dive, really, but a nice change from the glitz of the strip. It was probably Warrick, who was always suggesting small out-of-the-way places he knew of from growing up in Vegas. Warrick had left first, and Sara not long after.

"Well," Nick said, pushing his chair back, "if you're just going to sit here and brood, I'm gonna take off."

"Sara did something I'm not happy about, okay?" Greg said quickly, and Nick wondered if he'd just decided he wanted to get it off his chest, or if he didn't want Nick to leave. Either way, it made him stick around.

"What'd she do?"

Greg sighed and looked down at the table, tracing a cigarette burn with his finger. He didn't speak for a long time and Nick didn't press him.

"One night we were pretty drunk and I told her something I shouldn't have, something personal. I never thought she'd tell anyone else, but she did."

"Who did she tell?" Nick asked. He wanted to ask Greg what secret he'd shared with Sara, but he didn't.

"Mia," Greg said. Nick must have looked confused, because he added "The new DNA tech?"

"Right. The one you guys have been fallin' all over." He swallowed. "Did it destroy your chances with her?"

Greg looked at him oddly. Nick was confused by it, and wondered what he said wrong.

"I'm not into her."

"Come on, G, you've been flirting with her like crazy," Nick said, leaning back in his chair. He'd seen Greg batting his eyelashes at the new girl a few times, which is why he hadn't made an effort to get to know her. Jealousy was a strange beast.

"I flirt with everyone," Greg said. "It doesn't mean anything."

"So you're sayin' that if Sara or Catherine had ever taken you up on all the flirting you've done with them, you wouldn't have jumped at the chance?"

"Who says I haven't?" Greg asked deviously, looking at Nick out of the corner of his eye.

Nick chuckled, but when Greg's expression didn't change, he asked "Have you?"

Greg smirked and shook his head. "Not my type."

Nick didn't want to know what Greg's type was, not really. He didn't want to hear about the characteristics of Greg's perfect chick, down to a DNA analysis. But he must have been a little masochistic, because he asked him anyway. Greg shrugged, and at first Nick didn't think he was going to answer him.

"I don't have a type, exactly," he said. "But I generally go for guys."

He said it so matter-of-factly that Nick wasn't sure he heard right.

"You what?"

"You heard me. I'm just surprised you haven't picked up on it by now. You don't have much of a gaydar, do you Nick?"

"Why would I have a gaydar?" Nick asked, turning red. Greg gave him a ‘don't bullshit me' look and got up from the table. He fished a ten dollar bill out of his wallet and threw it on the table.

"Your gaydar may be weak, Nicky," he said quietly, bending down so that his breath was hot on Nick's neck, "but mine is just fine."

END

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