Title: Today
Author: kentucka
Series: A Love Triangle 1/2
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Pairing: Warrick/Nick, Nick/Greg
Rating: PG Warnings: none
Category: 496 words drabble, slash, angst
Notes: Greg's POV. Set somewhen in the first half of the 4th season.

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I can't write a love song
The way I feel today
I can't sing no song of hope
I've got nothing to say

[ Bon Jovi - My Guitar Lies Bleeding In My Arms ]

Life is a Hollywood movie. Some days it’s the sweetest romantic comedy you could imagine, the next probably the scariest thriller. But usually it’s one of those, where you sit in a theatre for two hours and are bored to death.

Today, though, today is different. Today it’s tragedy and drama, with a lot of tears and no happy ending in sight. I can’t quite deal with it, never been able to, so I’m pretty helpless in the face of such emotional pain. If it were mine, I knew what I’d do, but I don’t think Warrick would appreciate the level of volume right now.

Standing here and watching him cry won’t make things better, either. Hell, nothing can. And I’m wishing Nick would hurry the fuck up and get here, ‘cause he’s way better at this than I am. He’d know what to say or do. I’m not that close to Warrick.

Nick, well, Nick I would take in my arms and hold, I guess, and these nonsense soothing words that you’re supposed to say would just flow. He wouldn’t push me away and tell me to leave him alone, because he’s not like that. With Warrick, I’m not sure.

Frozen between stepping forward and trying my luck, and walking right back out that door, I can only stare at the heartbreaking picture our big man is. He doesn’t want me to comfort him; he would have turned up at my apartment if he did, not Nick’s house. I understand that, but it still hurts - more than it’s supposed to. Maybe it’s just empathy for Nick, who cares so much for Warrick. I stop the next thought.

Just as I turn around to leave the scene, Nick steps through the door. And he reads me like a book. We stare at each other, he shakes his head no, but so do I. There is nothing I can do right now to help Warrick, other than to disappear. Let him have Nick for a while. I owe him that, ‘cause he held himself back so much a few months ago, when I lay in hospital. Nick would spend all day with me, and he never complained, or even looked at me with envy. I needed Nick back then, and he needs him now. It’s only fair.

Avoiding the hands reaching for me, I am out as fast as I can manage. As I reach my car, two voices call for me, but I don’t stop. At least for today, I won’t stand between them. I’m crying, I can tell by the way traffic lights blur, but I’m not sure why. Because I’m touched by how alone Warrick looked? Because I lost Nick to him? I haven’t lost Nick yet. And Warrick’s not alone anymore. Which is not really a comforting thought. Falling into bed face-first, not really knowing how I got home, I fall asleep on a quickly damp pillow.

Today has no happy end.

~end~