Nick was a pretty open guy, he liked to think. He didn't go out telling everything about his personal life that other people didn't need to know, but he thought of himself as personable. A social creature, even. He'd never had any problems flirting. Except for with one person. The object of his affections for nearly the past nine years, Greg Sanders. He'd watched him grow from a Lab Tech to a trainee to a CSI 1, and now he was all the way up to CSI 3. And still, Nick had yet to verbalize his feelings. Sure, he'd slip up once in a while and make a comment that could be easily construed as flirting, or even interest, but never on purpose.
Never until he saw a potential threat. Greg had always had girlfriends. But they were always invisible, ambiguous ideas. Nick had never actually seen any. So as soon as Greg and Riley had started flirting over BDSM, Nick found himself for the first time in fear that if he waited much longer, the new pretty little thing might just steal Greg out from under him. ...Not that Greg was his to have. But with any luck he would be.
So, as their shift ended, Nick found himself alone in the breakroom with Greg, searching for a way to bring up the topic of 'Hey guess what, I'm gay and have been crushing on you for nearly a decade.' What came out was not quite as... concise.
"So... tied up, huh?"