Title: Tainted Love (12/12)

Author: Emono

Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas

Rating: NC-16

Pairing: Warrick/Greg (Grerrick), Grissom/Archie

Summary: Epilogue

Beta: gil_follower

Warnings: character-death, relapse, angst, spoilers for "For Gedda" and "For Warrick"

Disclaimer: CSI is guarded by the Card Soldiers from Alice in Wonderland, even if they ARE easy to beat in Kingdom Hearts J

Word Count: 724

AN:

If you read the last chapter and liked the ending, then don't read this. This is horrible and cruel, but hey- blame CSI, they did it. Song Greg sings: "I Don't Care" by Fall Out Boy

*Tainted love, tainted love

Tainted love…*

The air was cool for once, the sky cloudy with the threat of rain. Greg stood alone in the cemetery, eyes red and lips pursed. Everyone had left long ago, his car was the only one left at the gate. His suit was rumpled, tie discarded long ago along with his shoes and socks. His hands were shoved in his pockets, his dress shirt unbuttoned at the neck and untucked.

He scowled at the tombstone, cursing it for mocking him.

"I hope your fuckin' happy" Greg spat, tears threatening to spill again "You got fixated again, just like I told you not to. You just had to piss off the mob, you had to go into that damn strip club. And…and you just had to cheat on me, to make it worse."

Greg reached up, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand.

"You fucked her, I know" Greg laughed bitterly "You tried to keep it from me, and I know it was a mistake. Maybe if you hadn't been clean…maybe if you were steal on all those meds you would have at least been too tired to do anything. And she didn't suffer too much, just so you know. I wouldn't have cared, 'Rick, I loved you damn it."

Greg dropped to his knees, letting his head hang back on his neck.

"I'm so tired of this…and now you're not here to ground me. I think Gil's worried…Archie's been staying with me, he's a good house-keeper. Oh God, the house…and Sam just paid that off for us too…"

Greg's head snapped up, mouth slack.

"I forgot to tell you" Greg smiled bitterly "Sam gave me an early birthday present…thanks to Catherine. He paid off our house, he's actually pretty nice for a cold-blooded killer. Surprise…I wanted to tell you over dinner, but now I guess…I guess I won't be able to…"

Greg trailed off, and started singing under his breath, 'the best of us can find happiness in misery'

The wind picked up, brushing his neck and ruffling his hair. For one long moment he was sure he felt sure fingers curling in the strands at the bottom of neck…soft lips on his skin…and he swore, if only for a second, he felt his lover's firm chest pressed against his back in a warm embrace…

"I miss you already Warrick" Greg whimpered, curling over his knees and pressing his fists into the ground. He let the cool grass sooth his face, recalling earlier when they had laid it down over the freshly turned dirt. His lover was down there, his rock, his savior…the one who held him during the nightmares, who could take care of his body like no one else, who knew his quirks and emotions and loved him for it all.

//It's your own God-damn fault// Faux-Greg stood off to the side, staring down absently at a leaf on the ground //If you would have kept his satisfied and distracted he would have never went off with that whore.//

Greg stood up suddenly, resentment flooding through him. He fished a bottle out of his pocket, he unscrewed it and shook three into his palm.

Faux-Greg chuckled, //This is what you get for dragging him down. You ruin everything you touch, you should have just let Nick have him.//

"Oh shut up, will you?" Greg popped the pills into his mouth, turning to leave "Even if you're right…just shut the hell up for once."

De Fin

Emono:

*bursts randomly into tears, throws fit* I hate, hate, HATE this ending!! Damn you, CSI, for killing Warrick!!! Now I had to! Grr, the cycle continues : (