RAIN [csi fic - slash - yaoi]

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I post another piece of the same fic ^O^ What would have he told? That his pager started to vibrate without warning and he had have to run? It would have been a good idea. But who wanted make fun of, it was so evident. Especially after that exchange of looks. "I love you, Gil! His stomach turned. All collapsed, it didn't exist a floor where to rest the feet in sure way. He raised his head, sure that his tears would have confused with the rain. "Nick" But he seemed so...upset...sorry. Lost. "Wait" Wait for what? For hearing a heap of bales, like always? He felt his pocket vibrating. He put in it his hand shaking, catching with the fingers his cellular and removing it from is imprisonment. On the display was blinking a name that never in that moment he would have wished to see. Gil. He ignored the call, while he was approached his SUV and he seating on the front cowling. What a lousy day. And thinking he was so...so deceived that things could go well. He wondered why Greggo that day had been so efficient and he hadn't lost his time behind his usual messing music. Cellular stopped vibrating, and he thanked the Sky. He raised his head. The rain seemed increasing. Little badly, he wasn't offended for it. It was nearly a shape of consolation to be under there. He sighed. He was really persistent. He watched the object that he still held tightened in his hand, thinking that maybe to answer and send it to the hell wasn't a bad idea. Strangely, this time he hung almost at once. Maybe he had received the message. ..No it was him to receive one. He opened the cellular and, hesitant, pushed that damned key. -Where are you- Ahah, good question. -Let me in peace- He wondered why he was answering. Maybe to keep silent and make him suffer would have been the best thing to do, and maybe more satisfactory. Why he had to be the only to suffer? Admitted and not granted that Gil Grissom was able to suffer, obviously. He knew from years that Sara drooled in a shameless way behind him, and he never let anyone know about what he felt about her. But those words...had put fear on him. What if Gil returned Sara's feelings? And what if Gil too, like him, was able to estrange his own feelings, his own emotions in order to avoid whichever embarrassing or counter-productive situation for its iron mind? Now he was thinking about, he had always been a master in this kind of things. In that moment he thought that he hated Sara. He would had prefered to continue living in falsehood, rather than to make to in its heart one possible, painful truth. Truth. After all, who would had wanted to know that him, Nick Stokes, one of the most brilliant agents of the las vegas Crime Lab was...fallen in love with his supervisor? He stretched one hand, picking up drops of a rain that was becoming more and more intense. What he had to do. If Grissom had taken the trouble to find him, surely he was on his tracks. And once found...What he would have said to him? Sorry Gil, but it's not my fault if you're blind? What a big mess. He passed one hand between his soaked hair, shaking it towards the asphalt and trying to remove some water drops from it, well knowing how much it was useless. He took a look to the zone which was around him, sighing. He was in the crossing between Flamingo and Koval. Strange, just a little time before he would have sworn that he would not have replaced his foot here anymore. The creeps came, if he only carried his mind to some month before. He sighed. That day, even if he was terrified, he knew that HIM would have arrived...that he would have pulled him outside from that one damned coffin. And now. He felt alone. Under the rain, like a drowned rat, waiting for something that maybe never wouldn't have arrived.