Title: Love Is Poetic
By: flipflopadd1ct
Pairing: Nick/Greg of course.
Rating: PG I guess.
Summary: Nick discovers Greg's hidden passion.
A/N: Wow it's been a while since I've written something! This was inspired by the poetry unit we're doing in English class. Teehee.

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Nick's black truck pulled into the spot, parking next to Greg's gold Civic. Seeing the car next to him, a question that he had been thinking about a lot lately entered his mind again. What were he and Greg? Sure, the sex was incredible and Greg had moved in only a few weeks after their first night, but he couldn't put a name on their relationship. Nick thought he loved Greg. The new CSI had never said those words, and Nick was never able to work up the courage to tell him exactly how he felt. He sighed and stepped out of his truck.

He softly knocked on his (or was it their?) apartment door. "Greg?" he said softly. When no one answered, the Texan dug his keys out of his pocket and turned the lock. "Greg?" he repeated, louder this time.

The apartment stayed quiet but then Nick saw him, lying on the couch. Greg was still in his pajamas, his hair mussed, but Nick couldn't help but think how cute he looked. He ran his fingers through his lover's soft hair but he didn't wake. Suddenly Nick noticed a book that he had never seen before on the carpet.

Nick picked up the navy binder and opened it. To his surprise, he found himself looking at a poem written in Greg's handwriting, accompanied by a rough sketch of the DNA lab.

My world here is far too small
If only I could be a fly on the wall
Day after day in this cage I sit
Where they all think I am fit
My dreams lie outside this glass
Into their world I wish I could pass...

There was more to the poem, and Nick read it all. Nick looked at the date at the bottom. May 7, 2002...two years before Greg became a CSI. Nick gasped; through all the years of knowing Greg he had no clue that Greg hated his lab life so much.

Nick flipped through the book. It was page after page of beautiful drawings and poems describing everything from a sunny day to the joys of sex. He found angst and humor. The poetry book gave Nick a deeper look into Greg's thoughts. Finally, he found the last page with a few lines of writing. Nick's mouth fell open as he read.

He's my fire in the night of winter
He's a cool breeze on a hot Vegas day
He's always there when I need a friend
He's my light when I think I've lost my way

I wish I could know what lies behind his eyes
Does he feel the same way I do?
I need to tell him, need to get it out
I know that what's in my heart is true

The binder slipped from Nick's hands. He was hit by a sudden urge to cry for joy but he forced the tears back. Sitting down on the edge of the couch, he slid an arm around sleeping Greg's waist. "I love you, Greg," he whispered.

The younger man slowly woke. His eyes met Nick's and he smiled. "I love you, Nick." They stayed like that on the couch, just holding each other.

A/N: I was in the mood for writing something sappy and sweet last night. Woohoo :D