Title: Sorry ((sorry))
Author: ezra_t
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Nick-Greg, take it as you will.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I own.
Summary: But I'm broken and I'm not to sure if you can fix me.
A/N: Wrote 2004, it was going to be an original a loooong time ago but when I found it again (just now) I was all like, 'Hey! That can totally be someone else!'. So i changed the names from Tom and Jacob to Greg and Nick.
Cool huh?
How it went from an original to a fan fic in just a few seconds.

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The painting on the wall was peeling so I looked away and towards the ceiling, but the ceiling was cracked.

I was running out of places to look at. So I stared at the collar of his shirt.

Not in his eyes.

Never in his eyes.

"Greg," he said in a whisper but it sounded so loud in the deathly quiet room.

I think the clock had stop ticking as well.

"Greg," he tried again.

But nothing.

I looked to his neck and saw him swallow.

I looked higher and saw him lick his bottom lip.

He always did that when he was nervous.

I look higher and he's scratching his nose. Another habit. I continue to look higher but before I meet his eyes I realize what I was doing and quickly looked back down.

He sighed.

"Greg...please."

I refused to look up, to meet him in his eyes and once again the room was quiet.

Ten minuets passed with me looking every where but in his eyes and him just staring at me.

"Maybe you should go." I say in a quiet raspy voice, finally breaking the heavy silence that seemed to surround us.

He doesn't do anything but I can feel his stare intensify. Then he stands and leaves. No goodbye. No nothing.

He's just gone.

"I'm sorry Nick." I say to the now empty room




---Below is a explenation for the fic. It has been brought to my attention that to some it didn't make sense. So here is my way of explaining it.---




I hope that after reading this reply you will have a better understanding of the short little drabble.

It's supposed to take place after the whole lab explosion.
Well, at least it is now, since I decided to turn it into a fanfiction.

Greg is feeling...well unworthy of Nick, not to mention that he is depressed and feels liked damaged goods (his new scars). Something life threatening like and explosion can really change a person. Their frame of mind for one and their views of the world, themselves and the people around them.

Greg wont meet Nick's eyes simply because he feels like he's a changed person. A damaged person. He's no longer the same Greg that every body knew and loved. And he feels that if that's true then maybe he should distance himself from everybody. His views of himself have changed and he thinks that if that's the case then maybe so will everyone elses.

This all takes place in the Hospitol aswell, which is why everything seems so...I dunno, out of place.

Nick is just trying to be there for his friend/lover (how ever you want to see it). He's trying to reach Greg but he can see that Greg has really been affected by the explosion, that he has put up walls around himself that were never really there before.

The reason Greg says sorry at the end is because he knows that things will never be the same again. The he can no longer go on being the same goofy, happy-go-lucky, adorable little lab tech any longer. He's a changed man, like I've said before. He knws that he can never go on living that life. Not after what has happend. And he is sorry for that. Sorry to himself and sorry to Nick. That's why he says it. Because he feels like his change will let people down, and that maybe he can never be happy again. At least not how he used too.

At least that how it felt once I really thought about. Most people that have read this have gotten that.
But I'm sorry if you didn't.
I'll try and make it more clear next time.

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