Title: He Needs You
By: it-glitters
Pairing: Greg/Nick
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Rating: PG-13
Series: 1) Bewilderment, 2) Take Me Home, 3) Cynics, 4) Blood Spatters, 5) Hello Mr. Sanders, 6) Hitting The Wall, 7) Capable Of Murder, 8) The Good Boy, 9) Crying Shame, 10) As I Lay Me Down, 11) Stoic, 12) You Tell Me, 13) Mother, Mother, 14) A Simple Smile, 15) Good Enough, 16) Smack, 17) Let Me Be The One, 18) There Isn't A Manual, 19) Call Me Magic Mama, 20) The Bus Stops in Suburbia
Summary: Nick gets tempted. Jillian faces off with Greg's mother.


Nick turned into his home thinking about his appointment and the words that Dr. Sealy had said - Take some time to yourself - they were words that had mirrored Grissom's earlier in the day.

He parked and checked his mail before going inside. Setting the mail down, he pulled out his cell and called Greg.

"I was starting to worry about you."

"Sorry G. I had to take care of some personal stuff."

"That's fine you can't be here playing nursemaid to me every second." He sounded depressed.

"Greg, I don't feel like your nursemaid. Don't think for one second I don't enjoy being there with you." The tone in his voice verged on anger he didn't mean for it to sound that way. "I love you, I mean that." The line was silent as Nick sat down on the couch and listened to Greg's breathing he tried not to get turned on by it.

"What are you thinking about, Nicky?"

"Nothing G."

"Don't lie to me."

"Is my mom around?"

"No, she borrowed my car a while ago because she wanted to go take care of some things, which I interpreted as she was going out to buy things that she thinks we need."

"I need to talk to you."

"So then why are you at your house and not mine?"

"I don't think I can do this face to face."

"Don't leave me!" Greg's voice was panicked and high.

"Shh, baby, it's nothing like that. I just wanted you to know that I went to see Dr. Sealy today for me." He had contemplated talking to Greg about certain aspects of his sexual needs just in minor terms, but his first premonitions were right it was too soon. But that didn't stop the hard-on that was growing in his jeans.

"How'd it go?"

Nick squirmed on the couch, trying to stop the growing pressure, but even the mere sound of Greg was turning him on. "You know what G? I think it would be better to talk to you face to face I'm just going to shower and grab some new clothes, k? And then I'll see you in a little bit."

"Your mom did laundry today too."

"That's great, I just plan on staying a little longer, so I wanted to bring some more stuff. You know how much I love you, right?"

"I love you too." And then Greg was gone. Nick looked down at the bulge in his jeans guiltily. In some way he was glad that he hadn't gone to see Greg right away he was so horny he would have gotten hard right in front of Greg and that would have been disastrous. Racked with shame, he went into the shower and came, thinking about Greg.


Jillian had searched through some of Greg's things while he had been in the shower after they had eaten and found his parents phone number in the memory of his cell phone. An address book that Greg kept on the bookshelf yielded their names and address. She left Greg for awhile under the pretenses of shopping knowing Nick would be back soon and that she was only a phone call away. She pulled Greg into a shopping lot and with a shaking hand she pulled out her cell phone and dialed Greg's parents.

A woman answered cheerfully on the first ring.

"Is this Mrs. Sanders? My name is Jillian Stokes."

"That's me. I'm afraid I don't recognize your name."

"I'm Nick's mother."

"Again, not ringing any bells."

"I'm sorry, perhaps I've dialed the wrong number. Is your son Greg Sanders?"


Jillian was struck. What could Greg have possibly done to deserve a reaction like that? She tried to push forward. "Anyway, as I was saying I'm Nick's mother Greg's boyfriend?"

"What the fuck did that faggot do now?"

Jillian wished that it were possible to reach through the phone and throttle someone. "Excuse me, but what the hell is your problem?"

"Listen, until that boy comes to his senses and realizes that this thing he has for other men has to stop, I have no son."

"You have a son. You have a son who's been raped. A son who needs you now, more than ever."

"Rape requires that he didn't enjoy it." And with that Ana Sanders hung up the phone.

Jillian was shaking from head to toe. She hit the steering wheel and screamed she had not been this frustrated or furious since her own son was kidnapped. But this, this was worse, Greg's mom could be with her son, she could be helping him now. She gripped the steering wheel until her knuckles turned white and she managed to gain control of her breathing. She called her husband.


Greg lay down on his bed and was actually a little happy to be alone at least for a little while. He hoped that Nick would be fast at whatever it was he had to take care of. It had been hard to be away from him even though it had only been over a half a day since he had seen him last. He had just gotten so used to having the other man around to comfort him and to just be there. Greg pulled Nick's pillow in close to his body and closed his eyes. As he drifted off, he remembered their first real night together in Nick's foyer.


Nick made it back to Greg's before his mother did and was again glad to have some alone time with Greg. Unfortunately, Nick's cursory glance into the bedroom showed that Greg had fallen asleep... and he was... hard. Nick licked his lips and completely avoided the bed as he made his way into the bathroom and called Dr. Sealy. He told the receptionist that it was an emergency and she told him to hold while she got him.

It was then that he saw Greg's journal. He knew he shouldn't read it, but it was just there, wide open and glaring at him. He was so engrossed in it that he didn't even notice when Dr. Sealy answered.

"Nick, are you there?"

It took Nick a second to tear his eyes away from Greg's journal. "Uh, yeah. Sorry."

"You told Cindy that there was some sort of emergency?"

"Yeah I just got here and Greg's asleep, but he's... uh... aroused."

"Just stay away from him. If he wakes up in that state, you can't be in the room with him he might take it as you were trying to get him to do something that he didn't want to and he might panic. Or he might take it another way in short, you being there would be a very bad thing."

"Okay... Listen, Dr."


"Ok, Marcus. I just did something really bad."


"I read Greg's journal."

"You shouldn't have done that. You should have waited for him to share it with you."

"I know but it was just... it was just sitting here."

"When he wakes up, I suggest you tell him the truth you need him to trust you, remember?"

"Okay... Listen, thanks for taking the call so quick."

"No problem, Nick. The first stages of healing are always the worst. Don't hesitate to call if you need anything else."

Nick left the journal as it was no reason to make Greg worry further and slunk out of the bathroom and then through the bedroom. He felt horrible about it, but he hastily took one last look at his aroused boyfriend before leaving the room.

Once in the living room, he pulled his unused journal out of the plastic bag and started writing. When I was nine...


Next story in series - You're Not Really OK.