Title: Not Got One Yet
Author: Loki
Rating: PG 13
Summery: Set right after the episode 'Who Are You?' 'A plumbing problem unearths a woman's skeleton buried in the foundation of a house. Grissom's task is to determine her identity - and killer - from the remains.'
Characters: Greg Sanders and Nick Stokes, Gill Grissom and Warrick Brown Mentioned.
Disclaimer: I dont own anyone in this story, except the dogs, the dogs belong to me, the men dont I'm afraid, as much as I wish they did.
Distribution: For the unlikely event of anyone wanting this, let me know where and you can take it.
Feedback: Pretty Please?
Notes: This is my first CSI Fic, go easy on my okay? I'm not sure if I've posted this before, if I have I'm sorry, I'm just back online after 2 months and I've lost all the files that were on my computer.

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Nick jumped out of Gil's car and walked into the CSI headquarters. Ignoring the looks he was getting he walked into the locker room and once sure it was empty he sank down onto the bench and sighed, rubbing his face.

It had been a hard night for Nick. He and Gil had gone to serve a warrant to the suspect in their 'skeleton' case. When Gil was escorting the main suspect to the police car, Nick had come face to face with a mad woman and a gun. No matter what he said she wouldn't put the gun down. Nick tried, and failed, to hold his tears back, his voice shook. He was scared for his life.

That is, until Gil, his night in shining armor, his ex lover and his boss came to the rescue.

What happened next had gone past in a blur. Nick turned his back on Gil and the woman. He recalled hearing Gil ask if he was alright, and he answered, "I'm fine."

Suppressing a sob Nick wiped his eyes. He knew he shouldn't feel like this but, he did, and he didn't know why. Wiping his eyes once more he stood up and pulled his locker open. As he turned around to take off his shirt he saw Greg standing at the door.

"How long have you been there?" Nick asked, cursing himself for the quiver in his voice.

"I, uh, I saw you come in and came to check on you. When I saw you were upset I stood by the door to make sure no one came in. You okay?"

"I'm fine Greg." Nick sniffed, turning back to his locker.

"Because if you weren't, it wouldn't matter to me, I'd understand."

"Greg I'm," Nick turned to look at Greg to find Greg looking down at his hands.

"I was scared too you know," Greg admitted, "Gil radioed in to tell us you were in a hostile situation. He didn't say anymore," Greg shook his head, "It's silly. I wasn't even there but.. I was scared for you."

"Greg, I'll be okay. I'm just a little shook up. But I'm okay."

"Sure?" Greg asked quietly.

"I'm sure." Nick smiled.

"I'd better go. Uh, I'll be home most of the day, if you want to talk or, or just want some company, call me, or come over." Greg told him, leaving before getting an answer.

Nick stared at the ceiling above his bed, he'd only been asleep two hours when he'd woken up in the throws of a nightmare. He contemplated calling Greg, but he didn't want to look weak, then he remembered what Greg had said, 'I'd understand.' Nodding to himself he picked up the phone and dialed Greg's home number.

"Hello?"

"Greg? It's Nick."

"Hey Nicky."

"I didn't wake you did I?"

"Naw, not at all, I was just reading my emails. Hey Nick, you okay?"

"Yeah, uh, no."

"You want some company? I could come over?" "Sure, I'll put some coffee on."

"Thanks Greg."

"Don't mention it."

Nick knocked on Gregs door and smiled faintly when it swung open to reveal the ever friendly face of Greg.

"Hey, come on in. I made coffee, just as I promised. I didn't know if you wanted something to eat but I made sandwiches anyway, but if you want something else, I can make it for you."

"Greg, calm down, you're babbling. Coffee and sandwiches are fine."

"Sorry," Greg smiled, leading Nick into the kitchen, "Do you want to sit through here or in the living room?" Greg asked.

"Living room." Nick nodded, again following Greg out of the kitchen and into the next room.

"I kinda guessed you'd need to talk, judging by how you sounded on the phone."

"Uh, yeah, but I don't know where to start."

"You could start from earlier tonight. What happened back at the scene?" Greg noticed a shudder go through Nick and moved to sit next to him on the couch.

"I pieced together one final bit of information, the couple were rock climbers, so, I asked the wife, and I heard a click. She had cocked the gun and had it pointed at my head. I didn't know what to do. She admitted to killing our missing girl and I kept asking her to put the gun down. My voice was shaking and my vision was blurred with tears.

"Next thing I know, Gil is behind the wife, his own gun pointed at her. She turned and I went for my gun, but Gil told me not to. I turned my back on them both to try to compose myself but, I couldn't. The tears just, kept coming. God Greg, I was so scared. I thought I was dead." Nick took a deep breath and carried on, "Gil convinced her to drop the gun. that made me feel so much better ya know, that I had a gun pointed at my face but I couldn't get her to drop it, but Gil, it takes Gil a few words to convince her."

"Nick, I'm sure you did all you could. Gil had his gun and the element of surprise. You didn't. You were taken by surprise, so was she." Greg held Nicks eyes until Nick finally nodded.

"He escorted her out of the house, he asked if I was okay and I told him I was fine. When he left the house I was just praying I could get home soon. "Gil didn't say another word to me, outside the house, in his car. Hell, he didn't come to see if I was okay. I felt like I'd disappointed him. Like I'd let him down by being so weak."

"Nick."

"I know, but it's how I felt. In the locker room I went through, in my head, everything that happened and the things I could've and should've done," Nick shook his head, "But what do you do in that situation? Hope someone else can figure it out and come help you? Wait for her to shoot and hope it's not too bad? Go for your own gun and pray you'll be brave enough to pull the trigger?" Nick looked back into Gregs eyes, "I know one thing, anyone else? They wouldn't have cried like I did."

"I would've." Greg admitted.

"You've never been in a situation like that Greg."

"Yes I have," Greg admitted quietly, "Here, in this house too," Greg took a deep breath and put his mug on the table. He turned sideways on the couch so he could look at Nick, "I was just starting at CSI when one night, after my nightshift, I came home and went through my normal routine, I turned the coffee machine on in the kitchen, pressed the 'play' button on my answering machine before walking into the living room. As I rounded the corner I caught a glint of metal before I felt something cold touch my temple. I was so scared, I didn't know what to do. He told me what he wanted and I told him where it was. He led me to every room before knocking me to my knees. He..." Greg took a gulp of air, "He held the gun to my head and told me he was going to kill me. I begged, shamelessly for my life and, he ran. He hit me with the end of the gun and ran off."

"Greg, I'm so sorry."

"Me too. That's why I said I'd understand." Nick nodded and placed his mug next to Gregs on the table, turning to face Greg also.

"Did you have nightmares too?"

"Yeah, still do sometimes.," Greg studied Nicks face for a second, "You had one today huh?"

"Yeah. I was back in the house, with the gun pointed at my heart, but instead of that woman, it was Gil holding the gun and Warrick was behind him, laughing at my crying. I tried to move but I was tied to a chair."

"How long ago did you and Gil split up?" Greg asked quietly.

"Four months, maybe five."

"And he's been with Warrick?"

"Three months." Nick looked at Greg, "I Didn't love him. I thought I did, but I didn't. I just wanted it to be love. I'm glad he's happy. I really am, but..."

"But sometimes it's too much? That he's moved on and you've not."

"Yeah."

"I know the feeling." Greg nodded.

Before Nick could say anything more Gregs dogs bounded into the room. A black and white german shepherd and a black and ginger rottweiler.

"Sorry Nick," Greg muttered picking up the ball his rottweiler dropped at his feet.

"No problem, what's their names?"

"The german shepherd is Loki and the rottweiler is Luci."

"Lucy? For a rottweiler?" Nick asked.

"No, Luci, LUCI, short for Lucifer."

"So you have the norse god of troublemaking and the lord of the underworld.

Well, we know who runs this house." Nick chuckled scratching Lokis head.

"Yeah. I needed the company. They aint cheap but I love 'em."

"They're beautiful."

When Greg got the dogs settled down he and Nick decided to move to the bedroom, where the only TV in the house was set up.

The two dogs settled on the floor at either side of the bed as Nick and Greg settled back to lean against the headboard.

"So, Greg, you've heard about my love life, what about yours?"

"What about it?"

"Well, a nice young man like yourself must have his eye on someone."

"Well, I do, but I'm not saying who."

"Aw, come on Greg? Please?" Nick fake pouted and Greg laughed.

"Nope, not telling."

"Fine, yes/no game. Say yes or no to my questions."

"Fine." Greg sighed.

"Male?"

"Yes."

"Does he work with CSI?"

"Yes."

"Is he on our shift?"

"Yes."

"Is he older than you?"

Greg took a second to think about it, "Yes."

"Is it David?"

"No."

"Okay, does he work in the labs?"

Again Greg thought about it, "Yes," He said slowly.

"Is it Mike?"

"No."

"Warrick?"

"No."

"James?"

"No."

"Its not Gil is it?"

"No," Greg laughed, knowing Nick must have worked it out.

"Me?" Nick whispered and Greg nodded, "Why me?"

"Because you're the only one to treat me like a human, not just a machine that processes data and DNA. My night will suck, then you'll come in, hand me a coffee and ask if I had time to go over something with you, or if i needed a hand with something," Greg looked down at his raised knees and sighed, "You don't laugh when I ask if I can watch you analyze some fabric because I want to learn other areas of forensics. You don't mock me when I say I want to go out in the field. I feel like me around you. I babble when I'm nervous or excited, you know that, no one else does, they just think I'm looking for attention." Nick watched Greg lift a shaky hand to his face and intercepted it. He placed his other hand on Gregs chin and turned Gregs head to face him. He wiped the tears from Gregs cheeks and kissed him softly on the lips. "Wha-?" Greg asked, touching his lips.

"I like you too Greg." Nick smiled, pulling the younger man into his arms, "Around you I can be myself. I can talk to you and you'll listen. You know when I need to talk and when I need space, you know when I need help on something, case related and you step into help, even if you don't have time, or you do it in your own time." Nick pulled back and kissed Greg again, "You like me for me, I like you for you." He smiled once more, getting a small one in return.