Title: T.V, tissues and broken bones
By: Gregs_girl666
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own C.S.I or any characters there of. This is pure fiction from my own head to computer screen
Summary: Greg is sick and Nick cleans up.

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Greg was sat on the couch flicking idly through all 300 channels on satellite surrounded by a mountain of used tissues.

'Why is there never anything on when you actually want to watch this thing?!' he thought angrily.

Greg hated being home alone, he hated it even more when he was home alone *and* sick. He missed work, he missed Nick and there was nothing to do, well nothing to do on his own!

"Hey, G" Nick called as he closed the door behind him. "Greg?" he asked more anxiously. Hand on his gun he walked towards the living room where the T.V had switched it self to static again, he really ought to fix it one of these days.

Glancing at the couch and the pile of plaid and fleece he noticed a patch of spiky blond hair poking from its depths.

"How can he be sick and *still* do his hair?!" Nick sighed

"Because it needs to be done" came a sleepy mumble from the heap. Nick jumped.

"Hey" he said placing a gentle kiss on his partners forehead. "Did I wake you?"

"Nah, a need for soup woke me" Greg laughed.

"Well that's good to hear. I'll go and make us some soup in a minute but first c'mere." Greg obeyed and slid towards Nick feeling the cooling of Nick's hand against his throbbing head.

"You're burning up Greggo, come on bed now."

"But I'm still hung.." he was cut off with a simple yet direct GO! from Nick "fine but u better bring some sort of nutrition" Greg joked wobbling as he tried to stand. If Nick wasn't there with those strong Texan arms Greg would have gone face first into their coffee table.

"Right c'mon" Nick said as he hoisted Greg up as if he were a bride and carried him to the bedroom and laid him on the bed covering him with one of the many crumpled blankets.
A distant thank you was heard as Nick was leaving the room.

"No problem baby just rest I'll wake you for din..." Before he had time to finish he her the slightly stuffy snoring coming from the bed and he knew Greg was out like a light.

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Still trying to clear the white sticky clumps of paper off his new rug, Nick couldn't help feel responsible for giving Greg flu, but he did say to Greg he wasn't well enough to make out, an answer the kooky lab tech would not take as an answer.
*The door bell rang*
"Oh hey Cath Greg's asleep right now...Whoa!
*thud*

Nick had slipped on one of the infamous tissues and land straight onto the hardwood floor.
"Jesus Nick are you alright!" Catherine asked almost motherly.

"Yeah...OW! No I don't think I am."

"Right I'm taking you to the emergency room" Catherine said helping Nick up.

"What about Greg?" Nick asked sheepishly.

"I'll leave him a note and then we're going!" she said grabbing a sheet of paper scribbling on it and tacking to the fridge.

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Greg awoke to complete silence throughout the house. Still feeling fairly shaky he headed downstairs. Seeing no-one in the living room he passed the kitchen and noticed the sheet on the fridge it read:

Greg,
Taken Nick to ER be back soon oh and next time put your Kleenex's in
the trash next time!
Love Catherine
P.s I bought u a treat it's in the freezer!

'Nick in ER that's never a good combination' thought Greg.

Just as that thought hit the door opened and despite his watery eyes and constant sneezing he recognized the shape automatically.
"Oh my god Nick what happened" said Greg while grabbing his love by the collar and kissed him.

"Hey I just got over flu and mind the arm it still smarts you know!" Nick gave one of his cocky smiles an kissed Greg back. "I'm fine G just a little careless I guess"

"he broke it in two places by slipping on one of your tissues and I'll leave you two alone" said Cath and quickly left the two men together.

"How you feeling man, I was worried 'bout you." Nick said puling his lover into his embrace.

"Not great, Catherine left me a treat wanna see what it is?" Greg said raising his eyebrows as high as he could despite the screaming headache he had.

"Sure where is it?" questioned Nick

"Freezer" said Greg opening the door and shivering through the cold air from the door "YES! Ben and Jerry's phish food wanna share? I heard that there was a Matrix night on one of the movie channels. How bout you, me, ben, jerry and mr. Keanu Reeves all night?"

"As long as I get to lie on you for a change my arm *cannot* handle your weight tonight" sniggered Nick

"Hey know what I just realized, im on sick leave for 2 more weeks that means by the time I'm back at work your arm will be good enough to help me in the lab! Whadda ya say?" asked Greg

"Sounds good to me, Greggo." Nick replied.


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Three hours later Nick has fallen asleep on Gregs lap, a little ice cream on the side of his mouth with Greg watching him sleep and taking his thumb up and down Nick's spine occasionally getting a quiet giggle out of the sleeping Texan. I suddenly he heard it the faint almost whispered words he had always longed to hear

"I love you, Greg" it was said as almost a sigh but Greg squeezed his eyes shut an locked away the memory.

"I love you too, Nicholas Stokes" said Greg not realizing that Nick was well awake and aware of what he said now trying to suppress a huge grin on his face.


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