Title: (Don't Think About) The Way I Treat You
By: weirdbagel
Rating: PG
Pairing: David/Greg, Nick/Greg, Nick/David
Warnings: Infidelity
Disclaimer: Don't own it... blah blah blah
Summary: Another part to my "kitten-fics", Greg-centric this time. Title based off the song Primative(The way I treat you)" by Ambulance Ltd.

"The sticky red substance was sour spray-bottle candy... cherry flavored." He made a disgusted face."I can tolerate blue raspberry, but cherry?"

Greg stared at David, as did Nick and Catherine, each CSI curious about his boyfriend's candy preferences.

"I'm sure we'll all remember that." Nick replied, grinning widely as he took the manila folder from David's hands. Greg's curiousity switched from the candy to that shy look David gave Nick; a look that was returned.

"Lindsey used to love that stuff..." Catherine began to tell of the horrific Adventures-in-Candy she had when her daughter was young. And Greg tried to pay attention, because if he paid attention to Catherine he wouldn't notice how much Nick looked like he was flirting with his boyfriend, and worse, how much David looked like he was flirting back. Greg nodded along to the story and cracked a smile to try to cover the nervous gulp he gave to get rid of the shaky feeling of jelousy filling inside his chest. Jealousy that was doubled by the fact that he'd seen that look on himself before, and he knew exactly what caused it. Jealousy, that soon gave way to panic.

It seemed like Catherine had been talking forever before she and Nick were called to elsewhere. (Where elsewhere was, he didn't care.) He promptly called after David, who was already walking back into his lab.

"What was that?"

"What was what?" David replied as he sat down and pulled something small and blue from the pocket of his lab-coat.

"That...thing between you and Nick?" Greg clenched his hands and gritted his teeth, hoping his jealousy would mask over his fear, if only on the outside.

He knew he was the last person to be making such accusations, but he was all the same. And David was far from beyond such trickery; i.e. making Greg believe he were flirting with Nick just to see his reaction. Greg remembered the previous day, how David had whispered to him how distant he seemed lately. The remark had confused him; he'd always felt it were David who had kept himself at a distance. Unspoken secrets of Los Angeles as well as some mystery incident in Portland, which he was never to mention ever again. Yes, Greg did have his own secrets, but David was far from a saint.

Maybe it was that last fact that scared him most of all. That David, for all the love and devotion he seemed to have, could just as easily fall in love with Nick. (Just has he had.) It wasn't really his fault! Nick was just one of those guys that could make anyone fall in love with him. Greg just seemed to always find guys like that...

"Are you listening to me?" David's voice came clawing through his thoughts.

"Huh?"

David's eyes rolled upward, as if he were asking some unseen God to take him now. He gave a hefty sigh and looked back to Greg, who could only smile back sheepishly.

"I said Nick and I don't have a thing."

And Greg didn't press further. Because he'd sell his soul to believe that.

"Are you okay?" David asked, pulling on his sterile gloves. He was giving him that look again, that one he always got when questioning Greg's sanity. And Greg's sanity was constantly under suspicion. In fact, Greg was starting question it himself.

"Huh? Oh... Yeah...That case is killing me is all..."

There was always a case killing him. Being a CSI had the perks of having notoriously long, stressful cases that he could use as excuses. He hated lying, but the damage was done, he could only hope to balance his life enough to avoid suspicion. That was mainly why he'd adopted those kittens, to give David company and something to do at home. He'd hoped that they'd distract him enough, make him see Greg's devotion, something. Greg didn't like to think that he was building a fake family to cover his infidelity, but the thought still remained. It was on his mind and that of his closest friends. It was on Nick's too. Greg resented the fact that Nick's conscience always came into their relationship; he silently wished he'd fallen for a guy who didn't care that he was "the other man".

"Could you stop looming over me?" David spoke up from his sample tray. "I'm trying to work here."

"Oh, yeah... Sorry." Greg backed out of the room and turned down the hallway to find Nick. Because it was mid-shift, and he suddenly needed a very long break...