Title: Munich
By: anmani
Pairing: Nick and Greg.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, first time, romance.
Summary: What if Greg had lost his job after the explosion?
A/N: Like so many other CSI-fanfic writers I too have wondered what if Greg had lost his job after the explosion. The following story is my offer on that theory.
Please bear in mind that English is my second language.

The traffic came to a complete stop; he had like everybody else in the fast lane pulled to the left to allow room for emergency vehicles. He kept a watchful eye on the heat gauge because the queue had appeared out of nowhere and he turned the radio on listening for an update on the motorway that he was on. He knew that he was so far north that it most likely wasn't the Elb tunnel causing this one. Germans are well known for their efficiency and after three minutes it was announced that a truck had rear ended another and skidded across all lanes closing the motorway. It would probably not take more than an hour before the traffic would move again. He picked up ‘Aftenposten' lying on the passenger seat and read on from where he had stopped when he had to get off the 8½ hour ferry trip to Denmark. His daughters had thought he was crazy to drive all the way to Munich just because of a phone call.

He thought back to the years in Las Vegas and working in the crime lab. It had been good years until he got blown up and couldn't continue working because of his shaking hands. Leaving his friends and work had been the single hardest thing he had ever done; especially because of the intensity between him and Nick. They had never ended up together only kissed once when Nick had woken from a nightmare after a night of heavy drinking in his place. The number of times he regretted that they had silenced *it* were endless, but Nick was way too straight for that.

It was a little more than two years since he left and moved to Norway with Annika his girlfriend from early college. The explosion had made him rethink his life and he had called her up and gotten the biggest surprise of his life. He had a pair of twin daughters with her. It had taken time to sort his feelings; the anger of not knowing and the joy of getting to know his children. They had ended up together again after Annika's confession of why she had left; the pregnancy had scared her and she thought he wasn't ready. He would never know if she was wrong or right, but he was definitely ready for his girls when he met them for the first time.

Annika had forced him to make a quick decision because she had gotten a job in Oslo and it had been easy for him to get a teaching position at the university there and nobody made any attempt to make him stay.

Then Nick had called two weeks ago crying on the phone and he had a hard time making sense of the Texans sobs. He called Sara to get the full story and it made him throw up. Nick had been buried alive. He called Nick back and they managed to talk quietly and Nick told him that Catherine had sent him to Munich for a conference and suggested that he took at least a months holiday in Europe. He offered to come and meet him and Nick accepted it with relief in his voice though the over seas call made it hard to detect.

Annika's grandparents had taken them in when then moved to Oslo and they had shortly after arrival had a huge wedding with all from both their families attending. Six of their grandparents had been first generation in the USA, but Annika's mother had not moved to the States before Annika was 5.

Ten months later their son had come into the world and he felt fairly satisfied with his new life. Annika's death 4 months later had come as bolt of lightening from a clear sky. A blood vessel in her brain had ruptured and after 8 hours with doctors fighting for her life she had died. He was still living with her grandparents and they were a great help with the children. It had been hard on them all; the hardest had been taking the girls to school and explain to 9 year olds about the death of their mother to their class mates.

The traffic started moving and he put his paper back down without remembering if he actually read anything or if he had just gotten caught up in memories. Ten hours later he arrived in Munich and the hotel Nick was staying at. Nick was in lobby waiting for him obviously having received the text message he had sent when exiting the motorway.

"Hello stranger."

"Hello cowboy." He moved over and hugged Nick's muscular frame wondering if Sara had confided in Nick.

"How are you, hungry or just tired from the drive?" He felt good hearing that familiar accent.

"Hmm mostly sticky I could really do with a bath." He thought the words sounded off somehow and realized that he had said bath instead of shower. He wondered if two years of talking Norwegian was all it took to make him forget his native tongue. He knew that he had translated the sentence directly from Norwegian to American and that's why he had gotten it slightly wrong.

"Earth to Greg. What happened? You just disappeared there for a moment?"

"I just called myself on translating the words instead of just talking. I don't even think in American no more." He gave Nick a tired smile.

"If that's your overnight bag? Shouldn't we go up and let you have a bath or shower? My room has both." Nick said pointing to the sports bag he was holding. He nodded and followed Nick upstairs.

"Sara filled me in on Annika and all that has happened to you. I'm so sorry." Nick gently planted a comforting hand on his shoulder while he was roaming his back for change of clothes.

"Hmm well it's not your fault so don't be. Besides I'm ok now." He turned and faced Nick suddenly feeling an urge to close the gap and hold him tight.

"I'm not!" Nick admitted and pulled him into a strong embrace. He had no idea how long they just stood there holding each other tight but it seemed like all he needed right then and there.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Sara had kept him updated since he left and he had a good idea of why Nick wasn't ok. He moved one hand up to Nick's shaved head starting a gentle caress and the other he lowered to the small of Nick's back and pulled him even closer.

Nick nuzzled his head at Greg's neck and sighed deeply.

"I ought to."

"I'll be happy to listen. But first why have you shaved your head?" The stubble beneath his fingers was fascinating him in the same way the edge of a piece of paper do when you touch it real gentle.

"After you left somebody had to have a weird hairdo. And I wouldn't have to dye it to keep the grey at bay." The image of a grey haired Nick actually made for a rather attractive one.

"I think you would look real good in grey locks." He was certain that he had lost his native tongue for good and he felt the giggle in Nick's body spreading.

"You sound different Greg." The warm breath against his neck was starting to affect him more than he wanted it to. Nick didn't need to get laid, he needed a friend, he needed a shoulder to cry on and not some foolish holiday affair. He slowly released Nick from his embrace and picked up the clothes he had dropped on the bed before.

"Do you want me to call room service while you shower or do you want to go out?" Nick tried to keep the trembling in voice hidden.

"Do you speak German Nick?" He knew that many Germans weren't good at English let alone the cruder Texas drawl that Nick had.

"Nah not really." Nick threw him an inquiring look.

"I'm too tired to go out so I'll order us something ok. Anything special or just your usual low carb?" He remembered the long health monologues Nick had given in the break room.

"Surprise me." He phoned room service and quickly ordered Schnitzel's with vegetables and fries for them both in fluent German and then sauntered of to the bathroom leaving a gob smacked Nick sitting on the bed.

In the shower he noticed his right ring finger and the missing ring. He had taken his wedding ring of three weeks ago and he could still see the indentation on his finger. He sighed and braced himself against the wall as the flood of memories washed over him. Last month he had finally been able to talk about her in a happy way, grieving was a long and hard process. But he had come to the point where he could start to honor her memory instead of just mourning her death.

"Are you ok Greg?" He wondered how long he had been in there and hurried up. Five minutes later he came out with a towel wrapped around his hair and fully dressed. His hair was long and shabby; he hadn't had a haircut since his wedding.

The food arrived before either of them spoke and they ate in companionable silence. He hadn't thought that seeing Nick would stir up so many feelings and he was trying to find a way of dealing with it when his mobile rang.

"Hei." It was his little girls calling to say goodnight and he felt very guilty about forgetting them just because he was there with Nick. He said goodnight to his three children and talked briefly with Ingrid their great grandmother.

"I never knew you could speak anything but English?" Nick still had that look of awe on his face from when he ordered room service.

"Hmm strictly speaking we speak American and not English. Europeans aren't all that big on American's so it is important to know the difference."

"You knew I had a Norwegian background right?" When Nick nodded he continued: "Well my parents raised me bilingual and I learned German in high school because there is an awful lot of scientific literature in German. I can read and understand Swedish and Danish because they are close to Norwegian. When I moved to Oslo I took up French, but I got a long way to go with that one."

"Wow I had no idea. Well I had to learn Spanish at the police academy but it is not fluent."

They had been friends for more than 3 years and he suddenly realized how little he actually knew Nick. This trip was becoming quite an eye opener.

He stretched out on Nick's bed yawning and feeling the exhaustion of his long drive.

Nick laid down next to him on his side popping up on his elbow and gave him an examining look.

"Do you want to talk about it Nick?"

"I mean about being buried?" He added when Nick didn't answer.

"I've talked to the shrink. I don't know." Nick's free hand was hovering over his chest and he just wanted to pull the Texan into a mind numbing kiss.

"You can say anything to me. Remember good old goofy Greg Sanders." To emphasize his point he added his big goofy grin.

"I've missed you real bad. And I never forgot the kiss." He no longer felt tired at all.

"You… didn't?" He acted without thinking and pulled Nick's head down to his own and kissed him gently on the lips.

He hadn't planned on this to happen. Instinct had made him call Greg when he was offered this conference in Europe. He hadn't thought about what would come of their reunion. Greg had learned about his girls moved with their mother to Norway and married her and lost her. Sara had thrown in bits and pieces about Greg when he had some of his blue days. For Greg the past two years most have been an absolute roller coaster ride and now he had added to that.

He parted his lips and their kiss became deeper and both perfectly sober they explored the passion they possessed for each other. He removed the towel from Greg's long hair and started to play with it while still kissing. Greg pulled him down so he now rested on the smaller man feeling Greg's erection against his own and sending his brain into sensory overload.

"Nick… I've always wondered what it be like with you… wondered what it would be like to fuck you." He felt every word as Greg spoke them into his open mouth as he had broken away for air. It turned him even more on than he already was.

"Then… take me. Make love to me. I… want you…to have… me." He managed to say between the frantic kisses.

"I… will… show… you… the… real… thing…" Greg panted and they groped and grabbed at each other.

In a desperate tangle of arms and hands they tried to get out of their clothes, but their brains had drained for blood momentarily leaving them as clumsy as young teenagers. Somehow he managed to loose his own pants and Greg's jeans disappeared over the side of the bed with their shirts. He hesitated at the underwear knowing that once that line was crossed he couldn't go back and then he felt Greg grapping his cock through the fabric and he quickly crossed the line to nudity. The strong desire for each other made it a frantic clumsy affair of jerking each other off ending up all sticky after few minutes.

"Nick…? Are you ok?" He found the worried question so endearing he could feel tears building.

"I'm fine… Greg now that we've released the pressure… could we… you know… make it good?" He didn't want it to end with that. He wanted sensual beautiful sex.

"Hmm you mean like in making love? Instead of just desperate teenage stuff?" Greg's started to plaster kisses on his face and neck motioning for him to roll onto his back. He was more than happy to let Greg take the lead since his most advanced experience with men was blow jobs or jerking off like they had just done.

"How far have you gone before Nicky?" Greg was licking their cum of his torso and fingering his nipples making him hard again.

"Teenage stuff and blow jobs." He surprised himself with his honesty but then it was Greg and he had always been different around Greg.

"Well then it's high time for you to learn the best thing about being a man." Greg kissed his way down to his cock careful not to touch it but to kiss around it and he couldn't help but to buck his hips when he felt Greg take one his balls into his mouth ever so gently. After licking and sucking that ball Greg moved to give the other the same attention and all he could do was clutch hard at the sheet. He had imagined going all the way often but now that it was happening it was almost too overwhelming and he fought hard to enjoy it. Greg released his ball and let his tongue glide over sensitive skin to his opening; he was sure he would loose it completely; it was a new and very invasive feeling. He stiffened when Greg's tongue entered him trying to overcome the alarm bells going off and enjoy the intimate act instead. Greg had all the patience in the world and waited for him to relax before he began to move his tongue in and out adding a circular movement that made him feel so hot. He registered Greg rummaging in his sports bag; but he was so lost in the tongue-dance that he didn't care until the tongue was replaced by a slippery finger. He wondered if Greg had condoms in his bag as well as lube but in the first place he wondered why Greg would have stuff like that with him.

Greg resumed kissing the area around his groin while the finger worked in and out of him.

"Can you handle it Nicky?" Greg sounded so full of sex that all he could was moan and clutch harder on the sheet. "I'm gonna add another finger and if it's too much you just say stop." His sweet Greg worrying about him, he had missed his lab rat so much without being willing to admit why. He felt the other finger enter and then Greg must have hit something because it felt like he was gonna loose his mind.

"It's your prostate. It's kinda like a G-spot. Do you want me in you now? ‘Cause you feel so ready and I would love to feel your tight ass around my cock."

He had never been able to do the dirty sex talk but he reveled in the words coming from Greg. The finger hitting the prostate had been a shock but it was nothing compared to Greg entering him with his cock. He felt a strong pain and just wanting it to stop and Greg didn't move just waited till he relaxed enough to allow for the full penetration.

"Oh… God… Greg… that is… so… different… and good." He needed for Greg to know that he wanted this more than anything. Greg sunk himself in slowly as far as physically possible and then pulled almost all the way out again only to sink slowly back into him. He was panting hard and it was as sensual as others had told him it would be when they had tried to fuck him. But he was glad that it was Greg doing it because he trusted him and he was so careful and it made the pain seem so unimportant.

Greg picked up the pace and to his satisfaction he heard Greg pant his name like a mantra.

"Nicky… Nicky… Nicky…"

"It's… so… fucking… good… this" The orgasm leaping through his system stopped his attempt at speaking and he came spilling onto his stomach. Greg lost the pace when his muscles clamped tight because of his orgasm but it made him come too.

He looked at the Texan laying beneath him wishing that this had happened ages ago. Nick opened his eyes and looked at him with pupils so dilated it made his eyes look black.

"Nick it can be a bit painful when I pull out. But I promise to be real careful." He was so terrified of hurting Nick especially because he knew it had been his first real time.

"You're so good to me Greg. I know you'll never hurt me." He knew he couldn't promise Nick anything in a month Nick would back in the States and he wouldn't want them with him. He pulled out and rolled off the condom with one hand using the other to pull Nick up and drag him of to the bathroom. They shared a long shower kissing and exploring each others bodies this time more out of curiosity than lust.

He didn't want to fall in love with Nick. He hadn't come to Munich for that; he had come because an old friend had been through some horrible shit and needed a shoulder to cry on. It was just he could feel himself falling in love and he was afraid it was too soon.

"Greg please take me with you to Norway. I don't want to loose you ever again." Nick was pleading and he felt a knot tie in stomach wondering what Nick wanted from him and even more what did he want from Nick.

"But you'll be across the Atlantic next month." He knew it was crazy thinking of a relationship after just one passionate evening.

"Do you want me to stay? Or do you want to come home with me?"

"I've wanted this for so long Nick, but can you handle living with me?"

"And Nick you do remember that I have three children now."

"I want to meet them, ever since Sara told me I've wanted to see what they were like. What do you mean handle living with you?"

Sometimes Nick was real slow on the uptake.

"I would want everybody to know. I would scream it out from the rooftops so the whole world would know that Nick Stokes is my lover." Nick shrank an inch or two at the thought. He turned the water off grabbed a towel and started to dry Nick gently and suddenly he felt sad that he didn't have his children with him.

"If I have to go on the nine o'clock news to come out enough to satisfy you that's what I'd do."

He knew that Nick was really serious and he had no idea what to say. Actually he had a million ideas about what to say but they were all mixed up right now. He finished drying them both and headed for the bed.

"Nick I'm scared and I'm falling in love with you." He enjoyed the warmth from the other man as Nick spooned him.

"I fell in love with you years ago, but I was too terrified to tell you that Greg."

It didn't take away all his fears but it helped and he had a feeling that they would stay together from now on.

"Greg why did you have ya know in your bag?"

"Hmm I brought it on impulse I actually never planned for this to happen. But you know me so I've even got a dildo with as well. We could play with that later."

Two days later they left and headed for Norway. Nick had never before driven 150mph before in his life in a private owned car. He explained about the various speed limits around Europe and that many cars were electronically blocked to not go over 155mph like his own Audi A6. Nick was certain that the free speed in Germany most provide bad statistics on the rate of accidents. He couldn't remember but decided to look it up when he got home.

He had been through so many hard things over the years but writing his letter of resignation was the worst. He loved his job as a CSI, but after a month of living with Greg in Norway there was no way he would return to Vegas. He got a job with the Oslo police as a technical expert and they bought a house down the road from Annika's grandparents. The children accepted him as their *dad* without too much hassle. His biggest problem was learning the language and he often found himself listening when Greg read aloud some of Magne's baby books just to learn what everything were called.

He let his hair grow out again after Greg had spent months convincing him that he didn't look stupid with some grey in the black. Greg reverted to change his hair every month and his daughters were sometimes too keen on helping causing some interesting results at times.

They had a huge wedding after living together for two years and most of their family from the States came even Sara Warrick and Catherine. Grissom was supposed to have been there too but his health had taken a bad turn and he was recovering in the hospital after an operation. It had taken a lot of coaxing for Sara to leave his side and come to the wedding. A few in Nick's family hadn't accepted him being gay and didn't come.

But their Wedding Day was just as perfect as they had ever dreamt of.

The years that followed brought all the joys and sorrows that could be expected and they faced them together knowing that is was the best way.