Nearly Lost You

A/N: Wow I can't believe how many reviews I got back, I wasn't expecting such a great response. I'm sorry it has taken me so long to get this chapter posted, but I am so glad to hear you all like my story so far. If you would leave me a review after reading this I would be eternally grateful!

Disclaimer: I don't own CSI: Crime Scene Investigation, nor do I know any of the actors. This has been made up in my sick little mind for your reviewing pleasure. None of this is real, just simply fiction.

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Chapter Two

~*~ Three Months Later ~*~

After tidying up my desk I stand slowly and make my way into the locker room. Sara is currently in the room preparing to go home as well and I send a warm smile her way. She smiles that dazzling smile in return and I quickly get ready to leave; eager to leave work behind.

"So where are you heading?" She asks curiously.

"Home, where else?" I reply with a laugh, where else would I be going after a long day of work.

"Well everyone is heading to a club tonight for some fun, I think we all deserve it. So what do ya say, want to get away for a couple of hours?"

I think this over for barely a second before a wide smile forms on my face and I agree to tag along. She genuinely seems happy to hear this as she pats me on the back and tells me to swing by the DNA lab on my way out to ask Greg if he wants to tag along as well. This instantly brings a frown to my face and she just chuckles as she leaves, knowing full well that things between the lab tech and I are tense.

These past three months have been different; Greg hasn't struck a conversation up with me since that day in the DNA lab. Everything is professional now, no more ramblings or stories. In a way I don't know what to think about that, it feels weird. I always thought that I would be happy the day he left me alone, but I guess I got accustomed to his rude interruptions and annoying stories. Dare I say that I kind of miss them?

Shaking the thoughts from my mind I slowly make my way out of the locker room and head to the DNA lab. As soon as I catch sight of Greg I can't help stop the amused smile that grows on my face. His loud rock music can be heard in the hall and I watch as he plays the air drums. I can't help, but feel mesmerized as I watch him. He hasn't noticed my presence in the doorway yet therefore hasn't stopped his performance that he is putting on for an imaginary audience.

I watch his movement with mild fascination, his body moving wildly. I never really paid attention when he had his rock music playing before, now I wish I had though. This is actually a pretty amusing sight that brings a smile to my face, a genuine smile. He is just too... dare I say adorable? This is a word I never thought I would associate with Greg Sanders, but in a way it seems fitting.

He stops his movements as soon as he takes notice to my presence in the doorway and sends a lopsided smile in my direction. "What's up Nick, shouldn't you be heading home?"

"Yeah I should, but everybody is going out to a club and invited me. Sara wanted me to ask you if you wanted to tag along." I relay the message casually and he seems to be thinking the idea over.

"Yeah that sounds like it could be fun, I haven't gone out in a while." He replies with a shrug of his shoulders.

I watch as he runs off towards the locker room to get ready to leave and he returns moments later with a wide goofy smile on his face. I simply roll my eyes and gently push him so he will start walking.

We meet up with everyone outside and I softly ask where they plan on going. As soon as I know my destination I head to my car and get in. Before I head to the club though I stop by my house so I can change my clothes.

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After showing the bouncer my ID I head into the club and scan the room for any sign of my friends. I find Catherine and Warrick already on the dance floor, dancing very close if I do say so myself. I had a feeling that something was going on between them; it is about time they decided to stop hiding it. I am really happy for them; they do make a cute couple.

Finally my eyes land on Grissom, Sara and Greg who are sitting at a table over looking the dance floor, I slowly make my way toward them and sit down next to Sara. I greet them with a warm smile and hello, of course each of them return the gesture. As Grissom stands to go get a drink I place my order in with him. He rolls his eyes before walking away, but I know he will buy me my drink.

Turning back to the two people still sitting at the table I watch as Sara asks Greg if he wants to dance. Greg looks at me with a smug smile on his face before standing up and leading her to the dance floor. My eyes stay locked on Greg's form as he begins dancing with Sara. The sensual movements of his body hypnotizes me and a sudden thought scares me considerably... I wish I were in Sara's place at this moment. I want to have my hands on Greg's body, but the only difference is I want him grinding against me and not at the safe distance he is currently sharing with Sara.

The slow sensual movements his body is creating is like torture for my eyes and sadly enough... my dick. I can't help being turned on by him, but I am desperately trying to keep my body in line. Thankfully enough I don't have a hard-on, which would be really embarrassing!

I nearly jump out of my skin when a hand lands on my shoulder and I turn my head only to come face to face with Gil Grissom. He is looking at me with that knowing look on his face and I have a strong urge to look away. He always seems to know way more than he should about everyone and that bothers me sometimes... now being one of those times.

"Why don't you just go down there and ask to cut in. I'm sure Greg would be more than happy to dance with you."

"No offense Grissom, but this is none of your business. Besides I don't like Greg that way."

"Who are you trying to fool Nick? Greg may not see it, but everyone else knows you're attracted to our young lab tech." He says rather bluntly in a firm, no nonsense tone. "No to mention that hard-on gives you away."

With a panicked expression on my face I look down at my lap and sure enough my hardened member is rather noticeable. I am sure my cheeks are a dark shade of crimson; I have never been so embarrassed in my life. Not giving Grissom any chance to say a thing I stand up, trying my best to hide my erection, and quickly leave the club. I am so embarrassed right now and confused beyond belief, Greg caused me to get a hard-on. This is something I don't want to think about, but it is all my mind is focusing on.

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~*~ Two Months Later ~*~

Once again I find myself sitting at a table in some random club and drinking non-stop. We all head out to a club once every two weeks just to let off some steam and hang out as friends. Grissom left a short time ago and Sara left a few minutes after him, I think there is something going on between them. Catherine and Warrick are on the dance floor as usual, not to mention he is drunk off his ass so that just makes it hilarious to watch. I on the other hand am left alone with Greg who is actually being rather quiet for once. He keeps glancing at the dance floor, obviously wanting to be out there and oddly enough I want to be out there with him.

My feelings toward the young lab tech have been taking a rather unexpected turn. I find myself wanting him to engage me in those weird and random conversations. I anticipate those goofy lopsided smiles thrown my way, which sadly enough doesn't happen very often. When his eyes lock with mine an intense shiver always runs down my spine and a breathless feeling overcomes me. I don't see how he can have such an affect on me by just simply looking in my direction. Everything is strictly professional between us though, I doubt if we are even friends.

My attention is drawn to Greg when he stands up and stumbles slightly; having drank just about as much alcohol as me if not more. He giggles slightly as he regains his balance and in my opinion it is the most adorable noise. I am caught slightly off guard when he pulls me to my feet and tells me that I am going to dance with him. I don't object when he pulls me toward the dance floor and feel a surge of excitement run through me when he pulls my body closer to his.

I allow the energy of the music to take control of my body, which I am not so sure is a good thing, but it feels too good to stop. Greg's body is flush against mine now and we are grinding against each other. The sensation his body is creating is electrifying and I can't help, but surrender to this moment completely. Placing one hand on the small of his back I grind myself into him and surprise myself when a moan passes through my slightly parted lips.

It feels as though we are the only two people on the dance floor, everyone else has just disappeared... it is only Greg, myself and the music now. The way his body moves is so sensual, hypnotic in a way. It feels good to be pressed up against him like this with the energetic music to guide us. A few months ago this was something I never would have saw happening or considered, but here we are. This may just be the alcohol talking, but I am finding him to be utterly irresistible right now.

Suddenly Greg's movements come to a halt and his face is inches apart from my own. I have the urge to kiss him, but before I have the chance he begins to speak and his voice sounds like silk.

"Wanna take this back to your house, or my house, whichever you prefer?" Greg asks in a seductive tone and all air leaves my lungs as I mutely nod my head.

Taking my hand in his we stumble out of the club and flag down a taxi, having enough sense to know that neither of us should be driving at the moment.