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Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Pairings: Gil Grissom/Nick Stokes
Rating: PG
Summary: Three drabbles. Slash, established relationship, angst.
Notes: Response to the numbers challenge on 
csi100.
Warnings: None.
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Sands
By Alyse
There are sixty minutes in an hour, twenty-four hours in a day, seven days a week, fifty-two weeks a year. He's not dumb - he knows the math, and he knows that Grissom is a busy man. There are demands on his time against which Nick can't hope to compete. He knows that.
But it hurts, to see Gris make time for Sara and Warrick while he's left out in the cold, looking in. He tries not to let it get to him, make him bitter. Mostly he succeeds.
Mostly.
Sixty minutes in an hour, and all Nick wants is one.
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"It's okay." There's something horrible about Nick's crooked smile, the catch in his voice. "I understand."
He doubts it. He doesn't understand himself what he's doing, why he got into this. And that look's on Nick's face, the anxious one that's always irritated him because Nick's so puppy-eager to please and he's not worth it.
"It's okay," Nick says again, like it's his heart breaking not Nick's, and Nick's heart is most assuredly breaking while he stands there, saying nothing, giving Nick nothing.
"I do." That smile again but Nick's eyes are bright with unshed tears. "You got no time."
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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."
The End