Title: I Am Aware Now
By: flipflopadd1ct
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Lemme jump in here with a disclaimer. This fic was inspired by Alanis Morissette's "Head Over Feet" and uses the lyrics to the song in the fic without permission. They're not mine.
Summary: "You've already won me over, in spite of me."

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I had no choice but to hear you
You stated your case time and again
I thought about it

You treat me like I'm a princess
I'm not used to liking that
You ask how my day was

I never thought I could seriously like a guy. Especially a guy like Greg. But whatever, because it happened.

He'd joke with me in the lab and I'd tease right back (I guess, now, that all that was flirting). Random acts of kindness focused on me became commonplace. It was harmless fun, right? That's what I thought. That is, that's what I thought until it didn't stop. We went out to dinner, breakfast, whatever you want to call it, after shift one morning. Shared some beers and some good pancakes. That's when Greg laid it all out on the table.

He told me he was into guys, told me he had feelings for me and wanted to know how I truly felt about him. Honestly, I didn't know. What I did know was that, somehow, we ended up at his house, naked and hard and horny.

And I loved it.

You've already won me over
In spite of me
And don't be alarmed if I fall
Head over feet
And don't be surprised if I love you
For all that you are
I couldn't help it
It's all your fault

It didn't stop after that one night. I came back, hungering, thirsting for more. More of him, more of his body. All the flirting I had ever done? It all had deeper meaning behind it. It wasn't just friendly banter. Well, it looked that way to everyone else. But that's what we wanted.

Your love is thick and it swallowed me whole
You're so much braver than I gave you credit for
That's not lip service

You've already won me over
In spite of me
And don't be alarmed if I fall
Head over feet
And don't be surprised if I love you
For all that you are
I couldn't help it
It's all your fault

Greg would make sure I knew that he truly loved me. All the time. He'd slip notes in my locker like a teenager on Valentine's Day; he'd whisper sweet nothings while we were lying in bed after a hot smutty night.

I never said "I love you." But I really didn't know! I loved the way he felt around and under me, but was I ready to get into a serious relationship with him? We fucked all the time, and that's all I wanted at the time. If I was horny, I'd call him up and he'd be more than willing. And it worked the other way around. I knew he wanted all of me, not just my sex, but I didn't want him the same way.

Not yet.

You are the bearer of unconditional things
You held your breath and the door for me
Thanks for your patience

You're the best listener that I've ever met
You're my best friend, best friend with benefits
What took me so long?

It hit me like a freight train.

I was right in the middle of a case, working a homicide with Cath and Warrick when it just hit me.

I wanted him too.

I've never felt this healthy before
I've never wanted something rational
I am aware now
I am aware now

Cath and Warrick noticed the sudden change. I stood up quickly, a piece of bright orange fabric between tweezers, grinning like an idiot.

"What's up with you?" Warrick asked with a raised eyebrow.

Realizing where I was, I wiped the far-too-happy expression off my face and shrugged it off. My two colleagues shared a confused expression but I ignored them, dropped the cloth into an evidence bag.

I practically sprinted into the lab. I had to find Greg, had to talk to him, had to see him, dammit. I found him in the trace lab, hunched over a microscope.

Not caring who saw me, I put a hand on Greg's shoulder and leaned close. Leaned so close my lips were almost touching his ear.

"My place after shift. We gotta talk."

Greg turned to me with what was, at first, a worried expression, but when he saw the ecstatic grin plastered on my face he conjured one to match.

You've already won me over
In spite of me
And don't be alarmed if I fall
Head over feet
And don't be surprised if I love you
For all that you are
I couldn't help it
It's all your fault

That night, with a home-cooked Texas meal on the table in front of us, I told him. I explained that I discovered that when we fucked, it was beyond fucking. It was making love. I I leaned across the table and kissed him hard. Told him I loved him.

Later, we made love for what must've been hours, slowly and sensually. It was the best sex I ever had.

You've already won me over
In spite of me
And don't be alarmed if I fall
Head over feet
And don't be surprised if I love you
For all that you are
I couldn't help it
It's all your fault

Head over feet was the only explanation. I was completely smitten for Greg. His spiky hair, his perverse sense of humor, his openness - I cherished everything about him. And I know he felt the exact same way about me.

I couldn't help it
It's all your fault...

One night, we stood atop a mountain ridge overlooking the bright Vegas lights twinkling like jewels. I slid my arms around his waist and pulled him close. "This is all your fault, Greg."

"What is?" he asked, turning to look at me with a confused expression.

"Love," I replied simply.

That said it all.

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