AN: And here we go! The big talk has arrived! Btw, this story was all based on a request! If you have one, inbox me it, I have no life 3

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Stares.

I can't explain how happy I am right now. I just can't. You're still watching me from across the sidewalk, not paying attention to Catherine, who's trying to get your statement.

I on the other hand, am completely ignoring Sara, who's trying to get mine. Who the hell cares anyway? I sure as hell don't. The guy's dead.

God, do you have to look at me like that Nicky? You make me want to run towards you, hug you, and never let go. Thank god you're okay, I wouldn't have been able to live if that damn gunman had hurt you.

"Greg!" Sara says, sounding rather annoyed, and I snap out of it, glancing at her casually. She doesn't buy it.

"Come on, the guy's dead. Why does it matter?" I say, equally annoyed. I just want to be with you.

Sara gives me a mock angered expression. "Please, just tell me what happened, and then you can go be with Nicky."

I blush when she says this, she saw me looking. Actually, I'm pretty sure everyone did.

"Fine. We heard a gunshot, and Nick ran to where I was. We stayed behind the corner, and Nick shot at him. Then when we tried to run, he tripped, and so did I-" I'm interrupted by her.

"Wait... why did you both fall?" She asks sceptically, and smirks. She just loves making a fool out of me.

"We were holding hands." I say, but when I see her smile even bigger I add on. "Shut up."

"Anyway, Nicky dropped his gun, I picked it up, and killed the guy okay?" I just want to hold you in my arms Nick. I want this dumbass interview to be over, so I can be with you.

Finally, my prayers are answered. "Eh, I guess it's good enough. But if Ecklie gets mad, it's your head on the chopping block, not mine." Sara says, but I'm back to staring at you. You smile at me, and I get butterflies.

"Yeah, okay." I say, not really hearing my best friend. Instead, I walk away from her, closing the gap between us quickly. Catherine turns to see me, and she senses we need a private moment. With her gone, I full on beam at you.

"Care for a walk Nicky?" I ask, holding out my hand cheekily. You smile back, forcing back a chuckle, and grab it. It feels amazing to hold your hand again.

We walk away from the scene, ducking under the police tape. Once, we're out of earshot, we walk slower, swinging our arms, our hands firm around each other's.

It's hard to believe what just happened. After we had been taken outside, Brass had told us exactly what happened. The gunman, now ID-ed as Mac Hubbell, had shot Officer Daniels outside, explaining the shot. But the rookie officer had seen him before hand, and radioed the station before he was killed. That explained how Cath, Sara and Brass had gotten there so quickly.

I try to push these thoughts away, because all I want to do is talk to you.

I take a deep breath and stop walking. You slow with me and meet my gaze with a warm one of your own.

"Nicky..." "G..." We say in unison, and we both smile. Yours is so brilliant, I wonder how I lived without it. But I know the answer. I didn't live. Not really.

"You first." I say, chickening out. I'm not good at this.

You nod, and your face falls. God, Nicky, now I regret that.

"I'm sorry Greg. For walking out, and ruining everything. I was just so upset, and I thought you didn't love me so I guess I was... I dunno, a coward. I'm so sorry...I..." I watch as you try to find the right words.

Gently, I put a finger to your lips, stopping your voice. I need to talk.

"Don't blame yourself. If anything, it's my fault. I was the one who yelled, and said all that shit. But I didn't mean it. I'm so sorry. I don't think I could ever put it into words how sorry I am. I just..."

Now it's my turn to shut up, not being able to locate the right words. Or any at all for that matter.

You grab my finger, which is still against your tender lips, and move it away, keeping your hands wrapped around it.

"I forgive you G. Actually, I forgave you the second you said it. I thought I'd made it clear- I can't be mad at you." The look in your beautiful eyes and the cute half-smile on your lips say it all.

"I can't be mad at you either. The only reason I avoided you was that I thought you hated me." I say quietly, looking down at your shoes. But you tilt my head up with your fingers, and I reluctantly look into them.

"Never." You say and there's no way in hell I can take it anymore.

I push myself against you, tasting your lips once again. It's like fireworks are going off in my head. It's like someone is shocking my heart. But mostly, it's like the past few weeks aren't even a part of my life. How could they be, when I wasn't really alive?

My arms wrap around your shoulders, and yours snake around my waist. Yes, everyone always said I was the girl of the relationship. Oh well.

When I break away from you, I see that your eyes are red. And so are mine.

XXX

I smile back at you, wishing I didn't have to be so friggen emotional. I just love you so much.

When I stop staring in your eyes, I notice a small scrape on your arm. I reach out and touch it with my finger, worrying for you. I know it's only a scrape, but it's more the emotional injuries I'm worried about.

"You alright?" I ask, even though I know you're just going to blow it off as nothing.

"Now that we're okay. We are okay right?" You ask, and I hear the doubt it your voice, Greg, of course we are. How could we not be?

"Of course." I say, and hold both your hands in mine.

You smirk at me, and I do the same. Then I chuckle as a strange thought hits me.

"Ecklie's going to try and put us in therapy." I say, and see the look in your eyes. We both know we don't need it. We're better than ever, but he'll still do it.

"Ecklie should have a session, not us. He's a few fries short of a happy meal." You say and I can't control my chuckles. You're hilarious.

I lean in and kiss you, this time brief and soft. Then I pull back and rest my forehead on yours. Seeing your eyes so close is beyond words.

"Always the jokester." I say quietly, just enjoying the view of your eyes.

"Your jokester." You say back, and the warmth encircles me. I love you G. More than you'll ever know. Ever.

"I love you G." I say softly, watching your eyes sparkle.

"I love you more." You say back, your breath hitting my face. I smile in the sunny alley, oblivious to anything except you.

"Impossible." I say back playfully, smirking at you.

"Nah, I think I do."

XXX

Little did Nick and Greg know, Sara, Catherine and the newly arrived Ray had been watching their exchange.

Sara chuckled as she watched them banter over who loved the other more. It was cute, and it made her realize just how special they were.

"Looks like our boys are happy again." Catherine said, leaning against the SUV. Ray sighed and smiled beside her.

Honestly, Sara was happy too. More than happy actually. She'd been working with Catherine and Ray for weeks, ever since the now famed breakup.

"Yep." She said and smiled too.

They watched the too smile at each other for a little while more before something unexpected happened.

"I know you're there guys." Greg said, but his eyes never left Nick's. All three CSIs flushed red, knowing they'd been caught.

Nick looked up at them, breaking his moment with Greg for the first time.

"You just don't know the meaning of privacy do you?" He said in his Texan voice, and Sara smirked at him.

"Come on Nicky, did you expect them to?" Greg asked teasingly from beside him, and Sara watched qas they turned back to each other.

The last thing she saw before she walked away was their soft kiss. It was the kind of kiss that was loving beyond words. The type that made promises. The type that just said 'happy'.

And that's what they were.

The end. Review please!

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