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“My Love”
Everything’s spinning out of control
and I’m falling
falling
falling...
strong arms are catching me.
Brown eyes lock onto mine
but I’m still lost,
lost in the forest of my strange heart.
These days it grows stranger
everyday.
Everything’s cloudy
I can’t see anything but brown eyes,
gentle, seeing into my soul
understanding me like no one before.
My heart struggles to clear the underbrush.
I hold onto it,
afraid of what I want.
“I’m here Nick,
not going anywhere.
I’ll clear the brush away”
his beautiful voice reaches my ears.
Now I see brown hair, blonde highlights
falling into those eyes.
The sun is coming out
the brush is scrambling back
and I smile,
glad he’s here.
"And Bring Greg Too"
An alarm is going off in the darkness of a bedroom. A hand reaches out to slap the alarm clock, but several slaps later and the alarm is still going off. Nick pushes the covers back and sits up, wearing nothing but a pair of pajama bottoms. He shakes his head and rubs a hand over his face. Looking around he finds his work cell phone lit up on his nightstand. Picking it up he reads Grissom’s name on the screen. He flips the phone open.
"Stokes," he says wearily, looking at the clock, which reads noon.
"Nick, I hate to do this, I know you have tonight off, so don’t even start on that. But I need you to come in. We’ve got a huge case, just came in."
"Shit, Grissom. I got two hours of sleep. Can’t you at least give me a few more hours?"
"I can’t. It’s high profile. Warrick and Catherine are already on their way in. Please, Nick, I don’t have time to argue."
"Ok, fine. Fine. I’ll be in as soon as I can. Just give me time to shower," he says with slight anger peppering his words.
Nick stands up and makes his way to the doorway, stumbling over a pair of shoes and pants haphazardly thrown on the floor.
"Good. Oh, and one more thing, have you and Greg stopped trying to avoid each other at work?"
Nick freezes mid-stride. "Uh.... what do you mean, Griss?"
"Cut the act, Stokes. You can stop avoiding each other like the plague. You’re not fooling anyone. And drag him in with you. I need the whole team present. Thanks."
"But Griss... what do you..." Nick tries, confused, just as Grissom hangs up.
"Why’s the bed cold?" a voice reaches him in the doorway. "Nicky?"
He sighs, closes the flip phone and turns back to the bed, his shoulders slumped.
"We have to go to work. Griss just called," he sounds tired again.
Greg’s head pops out from underneath the dark green comforter. His hair is a spiky mess and the look on his face is one of heartbreak, matching Nick’s.
"Nooooo...." Greg moans. "It’s so rare that we get a night off together. So rare..."
"I know, G. I know."
"DNA"
Greg stood in the parking lot with obvious anticipation as Catherine got out of her car and approached him on her way into the lab to work the graveyard shift.
"What’s going on Greg?" She stopped in front of him as his eyes lit up.
"He said he was going to do it, but I didn’t believe him. And he did it!"
Greg’s eyes swept right over her head to Nick’s truck as he pulled into the lot, and she couldn’t help but notice how much they were shining. She followed his gaze as Nick parked and got out.
"Uh, Nick? What’s with the new license plates?" she asked, noting the special plates she hadn’t seen before.
"You like them?" Nick was facing Greg who nodded enthusiastically.
"I can’t believe you actually did that!"
"After your CSI, how could I not?"
Catherine glanced at Greg’s Jetta parked next to the truck to see his special plates which read ‘CSI’.
"I thought you got those because you wanted to become a CSI?" she questioned, now thoroughly confused.
"Sure I may have wanted to be a CSI, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t want one of my very own too."
The look on the DNA tech’s face turned very mischievous as Nick swated him on the shoulder with a huge grin. The two headed into the lab, talking animatedly together as if she wasn’t even there, leaving her staring at Nick’s truck, who’s plates now read ‘DNA’. And she wondered when all of this happened and how she never noticed it before.
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