Title: That Man
By: Carmen
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Rating: PG-13
Summary: These are scenes I have written that haven't been used in my fics.

Carmen - "That Man" Scenes 1


"He stalked her like ..." Gil sought a suitable simile.

"A cancer stalks a cell."  Sara and Nick said in stereo.  He turned confused eyes on them but they were too busy staring at one another and smiling.

"Great line." Sara grinned.

"Amazing voice."  Nick rolled his eyes in an approximation of ecstasy.

"Excuse me?"  Gil cut in.  "Am I missing something?"

"It's a quote, Griss.  You always quote at us."  Nick shrugged.  "Half the time we don't get where you're coming from."  He laughed but something in Gil's blue eyes took away the pleasure of getting one over on him.




Carmen - "That Man" Scenes 2


Nick leant on the doorframe and waited while he watched.  Gil was engrossed in the screen and he had no urge to disturb him.  He let his eyes slide over his boss, pushing away the feeling in the pit of his stomach that was absolutely not professional respect.  Gil had his hands full with Sara playing star pupil and adoring groupie.  Just watching him handle her reminded Nick exactly how inappropriate his thoughts were.

"Cowboy Junkies," Gil said with that damn one-sided smile of his and a quirk of his eyebrows that sent Nick's senses reeling somewhere down to Arizona.

"Man, you got me.  Do you have to know everything?" 

A self-deprecatory shrug was his only response.  Gil made his way to the door and Nick straightened to let him past, but he stopped. 

"You do, don't you.  Just in case!  That's never going to help you solve anything, knowing Junkies lyrics." 

"Points of reference, Nick.  You can learn a lot about someone if you know their points of reference."  He was gone before Nick could respond.



Carmen - "That Man" Scenes 3


Gil rarely recalled his dreams, maybe for a few seconds after he woke, but no more.  They were only fleeting images that held no significance and couldn’t be marshalled into coherent patterns.  He let them slip away.

But this one came again and again; day after day he would wake in the afternoon sun with a gasp that rattled like a dying breath. 

The fleeing figure was unidentifiable; if he could call to them, they would stop but he could never find the right word.

He awoke with Nick’s name on his lips.