Title: The Heart Of Love
By: NGLove
Pairing: one-sided Nick/Greg
Rating: PG
Summary: Why is fear the heart of love?

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A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and gets to bed at night, and in between he does what he wants to do. If that's true, than I've got to change some things. Sometimes there just not enough hours in the day and other times there's way too many. In my case I don't have enough to fit everything I need to get done and the things I want to get done into one day so what happens you might ask? Lucky me gets to work a double. Time is a monster that cannot be reasoned with. It responds like a snail to our patients and races like a mad truck when you're out of breath. It's bad enough that I don't get to sleep as much as I'd like to and that I have Ecklie hovering over my shoulder all day while I'm in the lab, but to have Nick walk by me a thousand times a day and to only have the chance to talk to him when I give him the results; in which I get nervous, act like an idiot, and over talk him to death so he leaves in a hurry, is just cruel.

I've been working for 48 straight hours on processing various objects that happen to keep appearing on my desk and since the DNA results for Catherine and Warrick's rape case haven't come through yet I'm taking a break. Slipping a coin into one of the coke machines, I sit down in one of the many chairs in the break room and let my body slowly relax, letting my mind slip into the weird and unanswered questions I have yet to solve.

I would imagine if you could understand Morse code, a tap dancer would drive you crazy. Why is the word abbreviation so long when it means to shorten a word? When people don't know what to say to the other person, why must they resort to saying such a simple term as 'So....' Have we not evolved enough to figure out another way of getting past that awkward silence? Do snowmen have feet, or butts for that matter? How can they stand or sit without either? Are Catherine and Warrick going to get together any time soon, because I don't think anyone around here can stand to see them avoiding the obvious for much longer. How could Sarah like Grissom more than me; I may be gay but how insulting. How come it rains whenever you go to a funeral? Who is that one person who laughs at the saddest moments in life? Why is fear the heart of love? Will Nick ever love me the way I love him?

In the middle of thought I hear someone clearing their throat. As I look up I see Nick standing in the door way.

"Hey, I know you're on break but I kinda need these processed as soon as possible. It may be the case breaker." Nick says as he steps further into the room and holds up a small envelope for me to see; which obviously has some sort of evidence from the crime scene in it.

"Uh, sure. I'll do it right now." I say trying to sound casual, not blush and not notice that if I look straight ahead at him instead of up to see his eyes I would come face to face with his... uh, you know...

Nodding his head he says "Page me when you're done?"

"Always do." I say with a slight smile.

As he goes to walk out the door and back to work he turns around again to face me again.

Oh, I love this part. The one where he goes to walk away but stops and tells me he loves me instead. Then we start to make out on the table, and run away together living happily ever after.

Reaching up he touches his chin and points.

"You've got a little something there. Guess you missed you mouth." He says with a laugh and walks out the door, down the hall and out of sight. Reaching up to my own chin I feel a wet sticky substance there. Coke. I quickly whip it off.

Aw crap.

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