Title: Door Number Three
By: heaven56
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Rating: R
Summary: There are demons from Gil's past that even Nick does not know.

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There were rules at Gil's house that Nick had to abide by. No smoking, which he did not do. No peaches in anything; Gil was allergic to them. No parties at all. No hogging the bathroom. The last rule was not to go into the third bedroom. The door was always locked anyway.

Nick was curious. He began trying to open the door on days that he had off and Gil did not. What was behind the door, and why did Gil not want him to look? It bothered Nick. Gil was an open book to him. The young man knew everything about Gil, from what turned him on, to what made him gag.

Sighing, he checked the door again. Still locked. He sighed again and went to the couch. Maybe if he asked nicely he could find out. Smiling, he knew to make Gil tell him.

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Gill walked in the door, setting his keys and the mail down on the counter. He was tired from all the paperwork he had to do in the past three days, and he still had one more day. Walking into the living room, he found Nick watching the television.

"It is almost 8. I thought you would be in bed," he said, leaning against the door frame. Nick turned the tv off and look up.

"I was waiting for you, Gil," Nick said in a low voice that sent Gil's senses in a uproar.

"And why is that?" Nick got up, walking over to Gil. He looked up into the older man's eyes and smiled.

"Hoping you are not too tired to fuck." Gil groaned, his whole body was tired to the point that he wanted to sleep for days, but his lust for Nick was growing. He didn't think he had the energy left in him though.

"Not tonight, too tired, Nicky," he said, even thought his breathing was more of a pant. Nick whimpered.

"Please, Gil," he batted his eyes. "Pretty please."

"Not to night, Nick," Gil said, turning and walking from the room.

"Gil wait," Nick begged, reaching out for Gil. Gil stopped and turned. "I was doing this all because I want to know what is behind that door." Gil's eyes darkened.

"So you don't really want to even be with me?"

"No, Gil I do. I love you very much, but I just want to know what is the behind door. It hurts not to know, not to be trusted."

"It is not about trust, Nick. It is about secrets," he said, turning and walking away, leaving Nick standing there. Nick bit his lip. Did Gil even want him to sleep in the same bed now? When Gil got mad, he was mad. Nick turned off the light and went to his room, the room across the hall from Gil's. The room where they usually slept. The door was already closed. Walking into the cold room, he slipped under the cold sheets of his bed. It hurt not to have Gil, holding him while he slept, but he had hurt Gil too.

He closed his eyes, snuggling down. He would make it up.

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Gil sat in the kitchen as the sun was setting. Nick had not come bed last night. Gil was tempted to go find his wayward lover, but he remembered the blow he had been dealt. He thought Nicky wanted a night of lovemaking, but all he really wanted was to know what was behind door number three.

When he got up, Nick was nowhere to be found. He had checked the dresser and closet, Nick's clothes were still there. His suitcase and overnight bag were not gone. But his wallet, keys and truck were gone. Gil sat down at the kitchen table and ate supper, waiting for Nick to come back

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Nick stayed away from Gil at work. He had gone with Sara to the crime scene and had not said a word to Gil. When he checked out of work, Gil was still in his office. Making a mad dash home, he fixed breakfast, eating it in the dining room that they rarely used. Then he took a shower to clean up.

He returned to the dining table and waited.

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Gil sat in his driveway. Nicky was already home. He wanted to put this behind them, but Nicky was not letting him. He could go rent a room somewhere, but that would only make matters worse. Nicky would think he was cheating. Pulling the keys out of the ignition, he stepped out of the car and headed for the house.

"Here goes nothing," he said. Walking up to the door, he opened it and went inside. The house was dark, except for the dining room candles. Was Nick expecting him ... or someone else? He walked in and saw Nick smiling and food waiting.

"I had hoped you would have been home earlier, but I can warm up the food," Nick said.

"Is this another ploy?"

"No. It is an I'm-sorry-please-forgive-me-I-don't-like-my-bed-please-let-me-come-back-to-your's breakfast." He smiled.

"Very long name. You could just say 'I'm sorry.'"

"I'm sorry, Gil."

"Accepted." Nick smiled brighter.

"Thank you, Gil." Gil sat down next to him. He leaned over and kissed him. He had missed those lips.

"No, thank you, Nicky. It had hurt at first, but now I realize that I need to tell someone my secret."

"What?"

"That room is my little brother's. He was two years younger then me. He died when I was ten. Murdered."

"Oh Gil..." But Gil put his hand up, stopping Nick.

"Forensic was barely a new science. They found my little bother's killer and sent him to jail. That was when I knew I wanted to be one. To help other families."

"I'm sorry, Gil. I didn't know."

" Not many do. This was my parents home. Your room was my old room. I still don't want you to go in it, but now you know what is in it."

"Thank you, Gil. This means a lot to me." Nick leaned him and kissed him again. "I love you."

"And I love you."

"I'm not hungry, are you?" Nick asked smiling.

"Not for food, but for someone else." Nicky smiled even brighter.

"You will have to catch me first." Gil smiled as Nicky ran from the room. This was going to be a wonderful evening.

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