Title: Strange Weather Today
By: HappyMe
Pairing: pre-slash Nick/Greg
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI.
Summary: Greg thinks abouth his feelings for Nick.

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Nick would sleep with him. Next to him. In the same bed, in the same room. Their bedroom. they would wake up and greet each other like they always did.

"Hey Nick."

"Hey you."

Sunshine would shine on Nick's face; make his nice wrinkles around his eyes more visible as he smiled. His most lovely smile. The one that told Greg "everything's perfect". His eyes would flow of emotions, love, affection. They would tell Greg that Nick cared about him. A look that had not always had been there.Greg's sweaty hair would be removed from his forehead by Nick, so carefully. They would whisper tender words in each others ears, promises of tomorrow. Greg would get up and make them some breakfast before they went to work. They would sometimes do that, have their breakfast in bed. While Greg would be away, the covers would slowly turn cold. Nick would look forward to having Greg back in bed with him. Both of them would like to have the same habits as they now had when they grew old together. And they would look forward for a long prepared vacation together. Dream about it, and plan it until it became perfect. Just like their relationship. They would eat, read the mornings newspaper. Greg would be a CSI. They would joke about their age of retirement, and make up stories of all the things they would do together. None of them would know why they read it, why would someone know about all the bad things that happened in the world? But they would read it anyway.For them would the day's news not distant, it would be something they related to. Murderers, rapists, bombers, abusers were all people they dealt with everyday. It was their job. To make the world a better place? Maybe they saw today's newspapers as a preparation for the horrid things they would see when they came to work. Before they would get up for a shower, they would again caress each other, and whisper. Whisper words to each other. Words that meant something.

"I love you Greg."

"I love you too, Nick."

"I love you too."

Greg woke slowly up. He woke up alone, in his dark bedroom. The blinds shut the light out. All he wanted was to get back to sleep, and find his lovely dream again. But his alarm clock once again told him to get up. He glanced at it. He was already a bit late. Overslept.

The dream came back to him as he stood in the cold shower. He felt slightly disgusted about it now. Nick was his best friend. He wasn't supposed to think like that about a friend. A friend. Not a partner boyfriend or husband. Not somebody he would like to wake up with everyday. Not somebody he would like to be more than friends with... But he did.

The dreams came more frequently now. It was rare before, now they came and haunted him more often than ever. Greg wasn't so sure that was a good thing.

Nick the Ladies Man would probably also be disgusted if he knew about Greg's dreams. He believed that Nick might just be the straightest man he'd ever met. He even had a relationship with Kristy the Hooker before she got killed. Greg was the one who had to examine Nick's condom. Nick wouldn't turn out to be homosexual even if the sky fell down on him.

Greg fixed his hair. With a lot of wax.

Greg wasn't homosexual either. Or, that was what he tried to tell himself. He had had relationships with women. Not many. And even fewer of them had been sexual. Sexuality made him uncomfortable. The whole act seemed"¦ not right. So"¦ undignified. So he treated his girlfriends as friends. Took them out for dinner and movies and stuff like that. Carnivals. Concerts. Amusement parks. They got bored with him and dumped him. He wasn't gay, queer, fag. But he knew that that was a lie.

He made breakfast, even though he knew he wouldn't eat much of it. He didn't, either.

But Greg was sure that somebody would find out about his little dirty secret, so he sometimes feigned relationships. Made cute phone calls when he was sure Nick was listening, or do weird things like pretending to check out his date's DNA. He flirted with anyone. Even Nick. A little. But just sometimes.

But what would happen if Nick got to know about his secrets, his dreams? Greg saw the whole scenario. They would drink way too many beers, and Greg would crash on Nick's sofa because he was too drunk to go home. Like then often did. He would get another Nick dream, and he would talk in his sleep. Greg knew that he sometimes did that. Talk in his sleep when he wasn't supposed to. Just like he sometimes made a joke, or talked, or laughed when he wasn't supposed to. Improper times. Nick would hear him, because Greg would of course talk when Nick had awoken. Nick always got up before him.

Nick would be shocked, yell at him and then beat him to a pulp for being some queer. People would know, and talk. It wouldn't just be him who got shit thrown at him. Nick would get his fair share too. Greg didn't want that. He would rather live with his crush in secret than loose Nick as his best buddy.

He got into his car.

He knew what he had to do. No more sleeping on Nick's couch. No more getting drunk. Find himself a girl. Maybe then the dreams would stop? Or work more. Get exhausted before he went to bed.

No more dreams.

No more looking at Nick in secret.

No more innocent flirting.

No more feeling lovely electricity run trough his body every time Nick would pat his chest.

Or shoulders.

Or if Nick friendly touched any of his body at all.

No more friendship?

Not an option. He would keep Nick as his friend as long as he could.

But what if Nick didn't mind his dreams? What if Nick had the same dreams? What if Nick also wanted to grow old together with Greg? Wake up together and share breakfast together? Share looks and touches? Share bed and house?

Greg could see their future. Sometimes they would quarrel like an old couple. Over small things that married people quarrel about. Like who's supposed to do the dishes. But they would also be happy. And never want anything else. Greg saw their house. He saw himself cuddling a fat cat. Nick would bitch about all the fur on the floor, and then command Greg to clean it up. But Greg wouldn't mind. Because they were happy. And always would be.

Only a dream. Greg knew that.

But some dreams come true.

It's at least allowed to dream.

Dream that dreams can come true.

If nothing more.

A car honked at him. He had lost his speed down to almost nothing. It was still raining heavily. He parked his old car on the lab's parking lot.

Later that day came Nick into his lab. Handsome as ever. Delivered some DNA. His wet hair was glued to his forehead. Greg wanted to brush it away, so carefully. Just like Nick did to him in his dream.

"Hey Nick."

Nick smiled at him just like he did in the dream. The warm sunshine showed his fine wrinkles. The look in his eyes was exactly the same. Just like in his dream. Greg smiled widly back.

"Hey you."

Just like in his dream.

But it was only a dream.

Wasn't it?

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