Title: The Bar
By: 10th-letter
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG
Summary: Greg's lonely, but not for long. :)
A/N: This idea came to me last night as I was going to bed and I had to get it down somehow. Enjoy!

Greg Sanders sat alone in his favorite coffee shop, a crinkled magazine in hand and a depressed look on his face. He was alone again and all he had to look forward to that night was a night in front of his DVD player with Season One of Heroes. He hoped Mohinder and Sylar could keep him company in lieu of an actual boyfriend. He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around, locking eyes with five foot ten inches of pure sexiness.

“Hey there, gorgeous. Can I get ya a drink?” asked the voice, in a seductive southern twang.

“Um – hey –um, sure. I mean, do I know you?” stammered Greg.

“You do now. Nick Stokes,” he said, reaching out his hand. “And you are? Besides hot as hell, that is.”

Greg blushed and shook Nick’s hand. “Greg Sanders. Nice to meet you. And yes you can.”

Nick’s face was blank.

“Get me that drink. A Venti coffee, if you don’t mind.” Said Greg.

“Not at all.” Nick went over to order the drink and returned with cup in hand.

“Thanks. You sure know the way to a guy’s heart. So where are you from, I thought I heard an accent.”

Nick sat down next to Greg, trying to scoot the chair as close as he could without seeming too obvious. “Born and raised in Dallas, Texas. I just moved to town a few months ago. Something about Vegas called to me, you know?”

“Surely not the rampant sex, booze and gambling?”

Nick chuckled, “No, I’m a pretty down home kinda guy. I’m not big on the club scene. Something about cuddlin’ up next to that special someone seems much more intimate than grindin’ in a club with dozens of other people you know?” said Nick, leaning in to Greg as he spoke, breathing the last words onto Greg’s neck. Greg could definitely see what Nick meant.

“I hear ya. So, um, what’s a fine slice of Texas sirloin like yourself doing in a place like this? Wow, that sounded really pathetic. I’m just going to shut up now.” Stammered Greg.

“I was passin’ by and I saw this really hot, shaggy haired guy sitting by the window reading a magazine and I just had to come in and talk to him.” Said Nick, huskily.

“Oh, um. Well, where is he? He sounds like a nice guy.”

“I’m talkin’ about you, sexy. Now, what’s say we get outta here and move somewhere more private?” Nick didn’t wait for an answer and grabbed Greg’s hand, pulling him towards the door only to be greeted by an older man wearing glasses and holding two small slips of paper.

“Nick, Greg, you two can pick up dates on your own time. The lab break room is not for rampant flirting. No matter what Catherine and Warrick may think. Now, I have your assignment slips. Nick, you and Warrick are on a B&E in Henderson and Greg, you and Catherine are working on a 419 in the mountains. Well get going, boys.” Said the man, turning around and leaving.

“Caught by the boss, again.” Said Greg, looking down at his shoes.

“Don’t worry, babe. We’ll finish this at home after shift.” Said Nick, winking at Greg before they left the break room.