Title: What? How? Why? Take 2
Author: Dee
Rating: PG-13
Series: 1) What? How? Why?
Word Count: 626
Characters: Gil and Nick
Warnings: None
Spoilers: AU
Disclaimer: Not mine. Nobody could own House and Wilson.
Unbeta-ed: All mistakes will be mine.
A/N 1: I couldn't leave Nick's part of the story untold!

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Nick stood looking at himself in the mirror. He had a safety razor and was about to start shaving in preparation for work.  He could hardly stand to look himself in the eye.  What had he done? How had is escalated and why hadn't he stopped it?
 
He would give everything to know the answers to these questions. He felt as if he was caught in some unfathomable time-loop and was almost forced to keep doing the same thing over and over.
 
His relationship with Grissom had always been rocky...he tried to keep his nose clean and wait for Grissom to notice.  Warrick and Sara could do no wrong and Grissom fawned over them.  Even Catherine, to some extent; but at least she'd helped him out when Grissom had seemingly wiped his hands of anything Nick did.  He'd been stupid he couldn't deny it but he had worked harder than anyone, except Sara...but then Grissom thought her shit came out packaged in perfume.
 
That shift had been bad.  A child murdered.  A man arrested and then released.  They did prevail some weeks later but not on that day.  It was a very rare occasion with Grissom drinking heavily and so was he...but not as much.  Was Grissom flirting?  Was he really being suggestive?  Was he asking for it?
 
It seemed he was.  When there was just the two of them he was as close to Nick as he had ever been...ever been.
 
But then why did Nick do it...why did he have that impulse and why did he act on it?  He had no fucking idea.  The drink?  He'd certainly had more than he'd had for a long time but he wasn't legless nor was he slurring his words.
 
Grissom was about the same.  But why did he let himself be pulled into that stair well?  Why did he respond to the kiss?  Why did he drop to his knees so he could suck him off?  Was he gay?  Never had any indication that he was.  Did he know Nick was gay?  Never had any indication that he knew.
 
Nick had been so embarrassed after what had happened he'd fled the scene...like a criminal would a crime scene.  Grissom did not say a word...that night or ever, really.
 
But then he was desperate to do it again...it took him five weeks to pluck up the courage to call him and when he did, instead of making some kind of apology, he did it again and Grissom let him.
 
What the fuck was going on?
 
How could he get himself out of it?  He never wanted or even intended to get into any of this Sub and Dom, BDSM shit...it wasn't his scene but it was obviously what Grissom wanted.  No wonder he was fascinated with that Lady Heather.  Every time they met up...and each time he'd phoned Grissom absolutely certain that he would speak to him properly and tell him it was all some fucking big mistake and that he was sorry and could they start again.  But how could he do that when Grissom wanted it so badly?
 
And why didn't Grissom speak to him about it?  Give him some instructions if he was that way inclined instead of just submitting so whatever Nick thought he should do...
 
What a nightmare.  What was he going to do about it?  It couldn't go on...it was serious shit.
 
But what did Nick want instead?  He wanted Gil Grissom. He was sure of that.  He wanted to call him Gil and not Grissom and he wanted to ask him for a proper date...  Not another fuck in another rundown motel.
 
Next time.  He'd talk to him next time and tell him.  Ask him.  Yeah, that's what he'd do...
 
The End

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