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Title: Sequel to Sands.
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alyse
Rated: PG
Pairing: Grissom/Nick
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Numbers challenge. Crossposted in![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
csi100
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"I count the minutes until I see you." The words are greeted with silence, and he wonders if it's too little too late.
Nick stops in the doorway and turns his head, a mixture of hope and disbelief in his eyes. Hope wins out.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." The word is hoarse, and he clears his throat self-consciously. He'd say more but Catherine is heading towards them, her face like thunder.
Work beckons.
"Nick..." he begins helplessly, and Nick smiles at him crookedly, almost painfully sweet.
"I know. No time."
"Later," he promises, and finds he means it. "I'll make the time."
By:
alyseRated: PG
Pairing: Grissom/Nick
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Numbers challenge. Crossposted in
csi100~*~
"I count the minutes until I see you." The words are greeted with silence, and he wonders if it's too little too late.
Nick stops in the doorway and turns his head, a mixture of hope and disbelief in his eyes. Hope wins out.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." The word is hoarse, and he clears his throat self-consciously. He'd say more but Catherine is heading towards them, her face like thunder.
Work beckons.
"Nick..." he begins helplessly, and Nick smiles at him crookedly, almost painfully sweet.
"I know. No time."
"Later," he promises, and finds he means it. "I'll make the time."