Title: Memories
Author: el_gilliath
Category: Angst
Spoilers: None really, but can be seen as Post-Play With Fire
Rating: Pg-13'ish
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Summary: Nick remembers.
AN: Written in 20 minutes
Warning! Character Death
Disclaimer: Under no circumstances does these characters belong to me. The belong to CBS and the writers. I just borrow them!

You look at him, lying in the brown coffin.

You imagine the big, beautiful brown-eyes you know are underneath his closed eyelids. The eyes you fell in love with so long ago, the eyes that smiled at you every time you kissed him, every time you dared to show the world that he was yours.

You look at his lips. His gorgeous full lips that you loved to kiss, loved to suck on his lower lip. And all you want is to kiss him and feel the lips respond against your own, his fantastic tongue rubbing against yours. But you know that will never happen again.

You look at his hands, remembering the feeling of his hands against your skin, in your hair, holding your hand, stroking your cock. The long nimble fingers who used to tickle you whenever you where play-fighting, the fingers who would caress your skin lightly, in hope of getting you aroused, the fingers he would suck in his mouth just because he knew you liked it.

And you imagine the rest of his body, his lean frame, who you loved to have pressed against you as you slept, his long, perfect legs, who would curl around yours as you slept, or curl against your waist as you pounded into him.

You remember his voice, which would whisper sweet words into your ears whenever you had a bad dream, which would murmur soothing words when you had a rough case, which would give a laugh so wonderful that you had to smile, which would say words full of hidden meanings whenever you visited the lab. The voice, which would tell you ‘I love you’ whenever you dared to show that he was yours, which would scream ‘I love you’ when you brought him swirling into a strong orgasm.

But most of all, you remember the way he would just sit next to you in complete silence, because he knew that was exactly what you needed. He always knew what you needed, like he knew you better than you do yourself.

“Nick, it’s time.”

You look at Catherine, her eyes so full of shining tears, threatening to spill. You nod at her, before you turn back to look at him. You look at his ring finger, and smile as you see the beautiful golden wedding ring there, the ring that will forever show that he’s yours, and noone can ever take that away from you. You brush your finger against his cheek, before you go and sit down next to his mother, who takes your hand with a teary smile. You look down on your clasped hands, smiles at your own wedding ring. You remember the joy you felt that day, how beautiful he looked, and how happy you both where. You smile, despite the tears that are now spilling down your cheek, and you know that even though he’s gone, you’re going to be okay. The memories you have, will be enough until you can see him again.

“We are gathered here today, to celebrate the memory of Gregory Hojem Sanders, beloved co-worker, loving son and loving husband…”