A/N: Here's the epilogue; I hope you'll like it!

Epilogue

It's been five years now since I moved. When I left Las Vegas I never thought I would return to Sin City again. But here I am; sitting on a plane from Europe to said city. I have to go back; this is something I wouldn't have missed ever. I'm still sad that I missed out on their wedding, so there's no way I'm missing out on the baptising of their firstborn; especially since they made me godfather to little Aaron Gregory Grissom. How cool is that? He's even named after me. I'm totally sure that's Sara's doing.

A small movement makes me look down. I drop my head to smell the wonderful sent of my son. My son; can you imagine that? He's sleeping peacefully in my lap, his little hand wrapped around my index finger. I turn my head slightly to look at my lover sleeping beside the window, holding our daughter close to his chest.

So I guess you're wondering who he is now, well I won't keep you in agony for long. It is him; my one true love, my soul mate, my husband, my Nicky. Yep; that's right. We got married three and a half years ago. A double citizenship and a trip to Norway was all it took. And then 13 months ago; our family was completed with the adoption of the one week old twins; Jamie Alexander and Hanna Elisabeth Sanders-Stokes.

Are you curious to how this came to be? Didn't I leave Nick and Vegas behind me, to start over? Well; I did leave. And it was great and terrible at the same time. I missed my friends and Nick so much, but the job was great. The only person I kept in touch with was Sara. We talked on the phone every other week and sent e-mails to each other. She guessed within two weeks after my departure that Nick was my ex. I made her promise not to make his life worse than it all ready was.

Anyway; through Sara I learned that Nick wasn't doing so well. He'd thrown himself into work, getting worse than Grissom ever had been. He refused to talk to anyone, and never went to breakfast with the team anymore. His mother even had to phone to the lab to hear that he was still alive; because he never answered her calls and never called her back. When Grissom had asked him why; he said they had ruined his life and he didn't want to talk to them ever again.

I guess you're asking where I come in in all of this. Did I return to Vegas to sort him out? The answer is no. This is the first time I'm going back in five years; cross my heart. My part in this starts four months after I moved. I was in the lab looking over some results from the last experiment when my phone rang.

"Sanders."

"G?" I assure you; my heart stopped for a moment there. "Are you there?"

"Nick? Yeah, I'm here."

His voice sounded different; like every word was a pain for him to utter.

"I need you G."

My heart broke right there and then. "I can't come back Nicky. I've got work here."

"I know. I'm here."

Okay; what? My heart stopped again.

"You're where?"

"In Geneva; at the airport."

I had to sit down at this point; my knees refused to hold me up any longer.

"Seriously? You're in Europe? In Switzerland?"

"Yes. Can I come and see you? Please?"

My mind is totally over loading here, but it's not like I can deny him to see me; I mean; he's in fucking Geneva.

"I'll come and get you at the airport. Just wait for me there, I'll be there as soon as I can."

As I hang up; my mind has stopped functioning. I still can't remember how I got to the airport. Okay; I know I drove, but I can't even remember setting myself in the car. All I remember is seeing Nick again for the first time in four months. My heart stopped, and my mouth dried out; because the sight in front of me looked nothing like my ex-boyfriend.

He was like a shadow of his former self. He had lost a lot of weight. His skin was almost grey, there were huge bags under his eyes; he looked like he hadn't slept since the day I left. But the worst was his eyes; those beautiful expressive brown eyes were now hollow and blank. The haunted hurt look was the only emotion in them now.

We didn't say a word to each other as we walked to the car and I drove us to my flat. I could see Nick was trying to hold himself together, and as soon as we were safely inside he broke down. He just fell to the floor and started sobbing, my name the only word I could pick out from his rambling. He was so skinny I had no problems with lifting him up and carrying him to the living room where I put him down on the couch, sat down beside him and wrapped my arms around him.

He cried for almost half an hour until exhaustion overtook him and he fell asleep in my arms. For two hours I just held him close, stroked his hair and whispered to him that everything would be okay. I wasn't sure if I believed it myself, but I guess I tried to convince myself as much as him. Having him there in my arms felt so right. It wasn't until that moment that I knew just how much I had missed him. I couldn't help myself I just had to kiss him. I must have kissed him hundred times all over that slightly unfamiliar, but still so beautiful face.

At last my stomach told me that it had gone way to long without food, so I carefully untangled myself and made my way to the kitchen. When the dinner was ready I woke Nick up and we ate together in silence. I could see him glance at me throughout the meal with those sad eyes. For once I had no idea what to say. That he was here, in Europe, was still such a huge shock to me; and I didn't know how to interpret it. Was he here to get me back? To convince me to move back to Vegas? Had he talked to his family? Or the team?

When the food was devoured we moved to the living room with one beer each. I still kept silent, I figured Nick should start. He looked like he was about to say something many times until he finally found the words, or the courage, what do I know.

"I miss you Greg. I need you so much. I can't think about anything else. I know I blew it, but please tell me it's not too late. I love you so much. Please, what can I do to get you back?"

His voice was so sore, my heart really bled for him.

"You know what you have to do Nicky. I love you to, but I can't live in secret anymore."

His eyes never left mine, and he nodded slowly as he heard what I said. Without a word he took his mobile out of his pocket, punched a number and put the phone to his ear. My eyes grew large when I heard his side of the conversation.

"Hi mom… Yeah, I know it's been a while… That's what I'm doing here… Please mom, just listen to me… Good, thank you. I've been really down for a while. Actually I haven't been happy for a long time, and these last five months I've been dead inside… 'Cause I lost the love of my life. And you're the reason why… Not just you, the whole family. But now I've had it. I don't care if I loose you; I'm going to make this right. So, mom; I'm gay. And I'm in love with the most wonderful man walking on this planet. He left me 'cause you never would leave me alone. So it's about time he got the appreciation he deserves… I don't care mom. You may hate me, disown me, whatever. I. Don't. Care. Greg is all I care about. Without him I'll die… Thanks a lot mom. I guess this is good bye then… Stop it. Bye mom."

I could see a few tears escape his eyes and I again wrapped my arms around him. He sobbed into my shoulder until he was ready to tell me what had happened.

"She cried. Said she couldn't understand how I would just throw away my family like that. She hates me now, so I guess I don't have a family anymore."

I scooted closer to him on the couch and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"You've got me. I'll be your family."

A small smile finally graced his mouth; the first since I saw him at the airport. He closed the small gap between us again and hugged me as close as I could get.

"That's all I need."

That night we made love so softly and slowly; learning each others bodies over again. It was honestly the best and most powerful orgasm I've ever had. Afterwards we fell asleep all tangled up together.

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Nicky stayed for three weeks before he went back to Vegas. Once there he quit his job, sold the house and packed up all of our belongings. Most of it was stored, but some he took with him back to Switzerland; pictures, books, cd's and so.

When the project I was working on was finished we moved to London, where we both got jobs with the State Police Crime Lab. Working and living in England is wonderful, and the best is that no one cares if we're gay, well if they care; they keep it to themselves.

New Years Eve, three and a half years ago; we got married. It was a simple wedding with only my parents, Nick's twin-sisters and some Norwegian relatives of mine as guests. The ceremony was at Oslo town-hall and we ate at Statholdergaarden. Even though it was small it was so beautiful and it was by far the happiest day of my life.

I guess you wonder if Nick's family still doesn't talk to him. Well, three of his sisters never stopped, and the rest of his siblings have come back one by one, just needing some time to get used to the thought. His mom finally talked to him again one year ago. I guess grandchildren can do that, eh? So the only person not okay with us now is Nick's dad; who still refuses to talk to him or even hear about him. His loss; that's all I can say.

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So here I am, sitting on a plane going back to Las Vegas. When I left I was so sad; I had left everything and everyone I knew and loved to make a life for myself. Now I couldn't be happier. Having Nicky, Jamie and Hanna in my life makes it complete. My heart is whole and I'm looking forward to see my friends again.

I lean over and give Nick a soft kiss, he opens his lips and our tongues meet in a familiar and wonderful dance. As I draw back, he smiles at me and I'm sure he knows what I'm thinking about. I smile back and lay my head on his shoulder. He wraps his arm around me and holds me close.

"Love you Nicky."

"Love you too, G."

Yeah, life is great I'm telling ya!

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A/N: Aaaawww! Told ya I'm a real sucker for happy endings! Hope that's happy enough for you! Please review! I would love to hear what ya all think!