Title: Lay It On Thick
By: quettaser
Rating: PG-13 (oh no, someone said ass!)
Spoilers: "High And Low" and a little bit of "Blood Lust"
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Pairings: Nick/Greg
Summary: Nick lays it on thick. (aha, rhyme)

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"Greg..."

"Not talking to you."

"Please just let me-"

"Still not talking to you."

"Let me just-"

"No matter what you say, I won't be able to reply, because that's how this whole 'not talking to you' thing works. Which, by the way, I'm still not talking to you." In the quiet of the deserted locker room, Greg was stripping off his lab coat, and for a fleeting second, Nick was drawn by the teasing sliver of skin that appeared at his waist, and it had been forever since he'd touched that skin. Was two days forever?

He knew he should leave, but he prided himself on his tenacity.

Greg called it stubbornness.

"Just because you're not talking to me, doesn't mean you can't listen."

"It all falls under the talking umbrella, so no, I can't listen to you."

"But you just did, right there. You responded to my suggestion, that implies both listening and talking." Nick moved closer to Greg, softening his voice, highlighting his accent. He couldn't bear to have Greg mad at him any longer.

He was dim-witted enough not to realize what he'd done. What he'd said. He always knew he was relationship retarded, but he shook his head at himself, how could anyone be so thick?

Greg sighed again. "If I let you say what you want to say, will you shut up and leave me alone?"

"Sure."

Greg waved a hand at him.

Well, if Nick was thick for doing this to Greg, he was going to have to lay it on thick to get him back.

Nick moved across from him, keeping his voice soothing. "I just want you to let me apologize for how stupid I was. For not realizing how I hurt you. I'm a self-centered jackass who doesn't know how to be supportive, and I'm pretty positive you don't deserve me, oaf that I am."

Greg's mouth opened to speak, but Nick silenced him.

"You are the best DNA tech on the planet what you did on the Khandelwhal case was extraordinary. You are brilliant and sexy and funny and wonderful and I need you. Life without you has been dismal and without worth."

Greg paused, taking in Nick's apology. A slight smile found its way to his lips. "That was good, except, I'm supposed to be the one to call you a jackass."

Nick permitted himself a small smile. "Sorry, I'm new at this."

"It's okay. I mean, you're still a jackass, but I think I can forgive you. I don't think I'd be okay with making your life 'dismal and without worth.'"

Nick laughed. "Did I lay it on thick enough?"

"You did it just right." They both smiled, Nick leaning forward, giving Greg a quick kiss.

"Good. Are you going home? I'm still waiting for Brass to bring in my suspect."

"I'll be asleep by the time you get home."

"That's okay. I missed you, you know."

Greg moved in closer, letting his lips brush Nick's. "Shut up, jackass. You aren't allowed to be sweet yet."



Fin!

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