Home of Greg Sanders Slash Fiction
This is a dark piece, just to warn you now.
"Author"- KrazyKid197 (Krazy)
Fandom- CSI
Archiving- If you want it fine (god knows why though) but tell me
first, ok?
Spoilers- Could be anything that's been shown in England.
Pairings- Nick/Greg
Rating- NC17
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CHAPTER 1.
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And the line went dead.
Nick just stared at the phone in his hand, willing for the person who
had been on the other end to ring again and start laughing at him for
being so easy to prank. But something told him that it wasn't going
to happen. He wanted to phone them back, make them back up what they
had said, but then they would carry out there threat for sure, and he
couldn't let that happen.
Instead he turned and headed home, following the instructions he had
been given, almost running a light in the process.
When he finally managed to get inside, his fingers were trembling
slightly so it was hard to get a decent grip on the keys, the first
thing he did was put his phone on the recharger, so the battery
wouldn't go because then they would�he wouldn't allow himself to
think about it, instead trying to relax, checking his e-mails and
turning on the TV, not that he was really concentrating on it.
All the same, he still almost hit the ceiling when the house phone
rang 45 minutes later. Nervously, for what these people he had, he
picked it up, the trembling building up in his hands again.
"Stokes."
"Good morning, Mr Stokes. You sound tired, did I wake you?"
"You sick�"
"Now, now, we don't need that, it would be unfortunate if something
were to happen to your friend, well something worse, if you couldn't
control that tongue of yours, wouldn't it, Nicky?"
Nick stopped mid-rampage. At that moment, he would have liked
nothing more than to wrap his hands around the neck of the person on
the other end of the line and just slowly squeeze the life out of�
wait, worse?
"What have you done to him?"
"At the moment, nothing much, he's looking a little beaten, but not
too bad. That could all change though�No no no, I won't kill him, not
straight away, there are far more painful things than that, surely
you would know that, Nick?"
"Let me talk to him. I don't know if he's OK, unless you let me talk
to him."
The kidnapper sighed.
"I suppose, you can. He looks so scared, eyes all wide, he's sweet,
I could take him now, what do you think? And then you could listen."
There was a frantic scuffle on the other end of the line, and then
the voice continued.
"I don't recall saying you could go anywhere."
There was something in the background, pleads maybe? It was
definitely a voice, but it was muffled to the ear. Unless, the owner
was gagged. Justifying the theory there was the sound of ripping
fabric, before someone else came on the phone, breathing fast and
shallow.
"Nick?"
"Greg? Greg, are you alright?"
"No. Oh god Nick, you've got to come and get me. Please. He's mad,
he's going to�"
There was a faint cry and the kidnapper came back on to the line.
"So, Nick? Shall we get back to the matter at hand? Or would you
like to hear him scream?"
Even though the kidnapper couldn't see him, he shook his head.
"No. What do you want?"
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CHAPTER 2.
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*10 Minutes Earlier*
Greg curled his legs up to his chest and wrapped his arms around
them, trying not to let it show how scared he was. He hadn't the
faintest clue where he was, or how he had gotten there. He strained
to try and remember what had happened. He had come to not long ago
and found his wrists bound and that he was gagged, with a throbbing
pain at his temple.
Yesterday, or was it today? He left work, drove home, he could recall
that because he had been held up for almost half an hour behind a
truck. And then? His mind was blank.
He was in a closet somewhere, it was dark and hot, and unnerving as
he didn't know where he was.
There were footsteps approaching and Greg tried to pull himself into
a smaller ball, to look less noticeable. He debated pretending to be
asleep, but that meant he wouldn't be able to see what was going on.
The door opened and from his vantage point, all he could see were
legs. A hand grabbed his collar and dragged him, with Greg trying to
gain some footing, but failing and when he was thrown onto the bed,
the captor bending down to his level to look him in the eye, Greg
turned away, afraid.
"Look at me."
Trembling, he turned his face back, stiffening when a hand cupped his
chin. The face he stared into, grinned widely at him.
"Hello Greg. I don't believe we've been introduced. You stay here for
a minute, I need to make a phone call. But then, you and I are going
to have some fun."
He pulled out a mobile, but more importantly, it was Greg's mobile,
which served to terrify the captive more in the terms that he had
been searched.
The man in front of him, tapped his foot impatiently, and then
grinned again.
"Good morning, Mr Stokes. You sound tired, did I wake you?"
Greg couldn't here the other half of the conversation but what he'd
said had apparently been the wrong thing because the captors face
darkened.
"Now, now, we don't need that, it would be unfortunate if something
were to happen to your friend, well something worse, if you couldn't
control that tongue of yours, wouldn't it, Nicky?"
At that, Greg's eyes widened. What had Nick done?
"At the moment, nothing much, he's looking a little beaten, but not
too bad. That could all change though�No no no, I won't kill him, not
straight away, there are far more painful things than that, surely
you would know that, Nick?"
The kidnapper seemed to debate something and then spoke again.
"I suppose, you can. He looks so scared, eyes all wide, he's sweet, I
could take him now, what do you think? And then you could listen."
Greg panicked and struggled to move away. This man was psycho and
wouldn't hesitate to actually carry out that threat. But inevitably
(as he wasn't going anywhere) his collar was grabbed hold of, and he
was pulled back and held down.
"I don't recall saying you could go anywhere."
He tensed as a hand moved closer to his face, but it just ripped off
the gag, and then held his phone to his ear.
"Nick?"
His voice sounded hoarse, even to himself.
"Greg? Greg, are you alright?"
His desperation poured out in the next few words.
"No. Oh god Nick, you've got to come and get me. Please. He's mad,
he's going to�"
He was cut off by a fist to the back of his head causing him to fall
back on the bed, stunned. He might have yelled, but was trying to
focus on the conversation going on and so couldn't remember if he had
or not. The next thing that was clear was his captor putting the
phone down and turning to him, the grin back.
He grabbed Greg's wrists and pulled something out of his pocket. Greg
felt the cool metal snap shut around one wrist, and then the other as
he was cuffed to the bedpost. He pulled and strained against them
even though he knew it was useless. Plus his hands were still roped
together anyway. So slowly he managed to force his body to lie still
as his captor stood over him, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"Now the fun begins."
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CHAPTER 3.
WARNINGS- *SEXUAL ASSAULT* (See now no-one can complain, about that
anyway)
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Nick collapsed back down on the sofa, thoughts of what the bastard
could, and would do Greg running through his mind. The kidnapper had
given his demands, and knew that Nick wouldn't hesitate to give him
what he wanted.
The man on the phone was named Joseph Stubbs. He had been convicted
of rape and 1st degree murder, and now wanted immunity as he knew he
was getting the death penalty, if they caught him again, especially
as now he had Greg.
Greg. God knows what was happening to him. He had sounded so scared
on the phone, and it wasn't surprising, given the circumstances.
Stubbs was desperate, and desperate men were the ones to fear, Nick
knew that from experience. It shocked him, just how scared he was for
Greg, he'd had some strange feelings towards the younger man before,
but had pushed them to the back of his mind, trying to forget about
them.
Shaking these thoughts from his head, his mind went back to what he
had to do. Even thought Stubb's trial had yet to occur, the DNA
evidence against him was solid. Epithelia's from under the vic's
nails and evidence from both of them on the knife.
What he had been told to do, was to collect the offending knife and
DNA results from the evidence locker and exchange them for Greg. It
didn't matter to Stubbs whether Nick was caught or not, because a CSI
sneaking evidence out would label it contaminated and therefore
useless.
"You have 24 hours."
Stubb's had told him gleefully, before adding.
"You know, I've always wanted to say that. But if you want to see
your friend again, then I suggest you deliver the goods."
Nick knew when both shifts ended, and he would have no problem
getting into the evidence locker. Getting out with what he wanted,
was another story, but he was going to have to try.
<hr>
"Please, let me go."
Greg was fighting to keep the tears back as he pleaded with the
madman smiling down at him. He didn't know what was going to happen,
but he had a feeling that he wasn't going to like it, whatever it was.
Stubbs just grinned.
"Now why would I do that?"
"What do you want from me?"
"For you, this is easy, you just stay there and we'll see if Nicky
can come through for you and save the day. But I tend to get bored,
so for now, you get to keep me entertained."
He sat down beside Greg and gently stroked his face. A wave of panic
filled him, and he started pulling on his restraints again, trying
desperately to get away, even though the attempts were futile. Stubbs
got off the bed, and walked over to the bed-side-table, Greg craning
his neck to see what was going on, Stubbs pulled open a bag and
removed a pair of scissors.
"Am I going to have to gag you, or will you be quiet?"
Greg shook his head, and waited, lying completely still as the madman
approached him again, brandishing the scissors. His shirt was cut up
into rags, which were picked up and dumped back into the bag that the
scissors had come from.
The lack of clothing, left him feeling even more vulnerable, than a
few minutes ago. Stubbs took hold of his feet and pulled them, so he
was lying flat on the bed, and sat on his legs, restricting their
movement drastically, and looked down directly into Greg's eyes,
still grinning like a madman, which in essence, he was.
Greg trembled, trying to keep control of his breathing, which was
increasing in speed. But when Stubbs undid his jeans and pulled them
down slightly, taking his boxers with them, he panicked again.
"No�please�"
Laughing as his captive pulled fruitlessly on the cuffs, Stubbs took
a moment to enjoy watching him, he really was sweet and innocent,
though in places, like the rough skin on his shoulders, spoke of pain
and hard times. He leant in, and Greg could feel his breath as he
whispered.
"There's nothing you can do to stop this happening, so why don't you
just relax and try to enjoy yourself a little?"
He grabbed hold of Greg's length, and gently stroked, the young
scientist's eyes widening in horror, even as a small moan escaped his
lips.
"See? It doesn't have to be as bad as all that."
His body started to react to the stroking, no matter how hard he
tried to control it. It frightened him more than almost anything
else. The fact that he couldn't control what was happening.
In a fit of desperation, he kicked his legs up, forcing Stubbs off
him, causing his captor to fall and land with a crash on the hard
floor. Their eyes met, and Stubbs' eyes darkened into fury.
"If that's how you want to play it then fine."
He punched Greg in the face, his head twisting with the blow, leaving
him momentarily stunned. He used this opportunity used to turn the
restrained young man over and use a finger to probe his body. Greg
cried out in pain, brought back to the world by the invasion.
Stubbs bent over and whispered into the ear of his struggling
captive, stroking his hair gently, smiling as he whimpered in terror.
"Just relax and it will all be over soon."
He soothed, as though talking to a small child. He removed his
finger, placed himself, and forced his way into Greg's body. Greg
yelled, screwing his eyes closed, not noticing the tears that slipped
out. For a moment, Stubbs' stayed still, but then started moving,
taking pleasure in the pain and fear of the young man under him, who
was still struggling, crying out in pain and trying to pull away.
After what seemed like an eternity, but in reality was no more than a
few minutes, Stubbs' reached his climax and came, filling Greg with
his seed, who shuddered as he felt it. He went limp, collapsing on
top of Sanders while regaining some composure. Once he had recovered,
he pulled out, eliciting a small whimper from his captive, who had
finally stilled, tidied himself up, and replaced Greg's jeans.
Greg stiffened as Stubbs looked down on him, one handing cupping his
chin, the grin still present.
"Well that was great, Greg. Now, don't go anywhere, and we can try
again later."
He laughed then, and it wasn't human, but Sanders didn't notice, he
was trying not to cry, he wouldn't allow himself to do that in front
of his attacker, he just wouldn't. Thankfully, it went unnoticed and
Stubbs sauntered out of the room, locking it as he left.
Curling himself up, and wincing at the pain, Greg finally let the
sobs out, the warm tears running down his cheeks as his whole body
shook.
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CHAPTER 4
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Trying his best to look calm and contained, Nick entered the CSI
building, trying to control the slight tremor in his hands, so that
it wouldn't show up on the sign-in sheet. Checking his watch, the
dayshift were finishing up to leave and the nightshift hadn't arrived
yet, it was the best time to go, making sure to slip in before the
evidence locker was closed. He was almost there when a voice came
from behind him.
"Nick? You're early."
He swore, Grissom. Taking a deep breath, he spun around to look at
his boss.
"Well, I couldn't sleep, thought I'd come in early and finish up my
report."
"Are you alright? You look pale."
Thinking quickly on his feet he replied.
"Headache, I have some paracetemol in my bag, I was just going to
take some."
Grissom nodded and turned to leave.
"Meeting in the break-room in an hour."
Walking quickly round the corner, but not fast enough to alert
suspiscion, Nick breathed a sigh of relief. Now was not a good time
to be waylaid by people, every minute extra he took, was another
minute that the bastard could be...He shook the thought from his
head, it wouldn't help Greg that way.
Getting into the evidence locker was easy enough, he was just
checking out some evidence. He was a CSI level 3, so had the
authority to do that. But what he couldn't do, is just walk out with
a case that was awaiting trial, it just wasn't going to happen.
Keeping half an eye, he surrepticiously, he slipped an evidence bag
into his pocket, pulled out the knife bag and was figuring out the
rest of his plan, when a voice interrupted him.
"Hey, isn't that case ready for trial?"
Reacting, instead of thinking of what he was doing, and ended up
hitting the guard over the head with the knife, with the blood that
could still be seen. The guards face filled with shock, before his
eyes rolled back in his head, and he collapsed. Nick quickly pulled
him into a corner of the evidence locker, hoping that he would get 5
minutes before they realised, and a few more before they realised it
was him. He grabbed the box, and left, turning to the guard before he
did so.
"Sorry."
He closed the door behind him, and practically ran to the locker
room, where he emptied the contents of the box into his holdall,
looking around himself nervously, jumping at even the slightest
sounds.
Collapsing the cardboard box, Nick hid it under the bench, knowing
that it would soon be found with his prints on it, but it didn't
really matter. He needed to help Greg, and if he ended up in trouble
because of it, well so be it, and he didn't have time to worry about
that right now.
He slung the bag over his shoulder, and headed for the exit. He
signed out quickly when the receptionist was turned away for a second
and when she called after him, pretended not to hear her. He pulled
out of the LVCL and headed home, but decided to pull into a petrol
station instead. He used his mobile call register to retrack the
number that had phoned him, and called.
After a couple of rings it picked up.
"Nicky, you should think about when you call people, I was about to
have another go with your friend."
'Another?'
"Oh, god. What did you do?"
"I think you know Nick, otherwise you wouldn't sound so scared. He
was good too, so sweet and tight. Shame you couldn't have been there."
It took all of Nick's will power not to throw up at that. Greg had
been raped. He'd been raped. His mind knew what it meant, but he
couldn't process the information. Not Greg. It couldn't be. Something
cut through his thoughts.
"Did you get it?"
His voice shook as he replied.
"Yeah. I did."
"Good. Then perhaps we can do a deal. I will give you your friend
back, and you will give me what you have. Sound fair?"
"Yes, but don't hurt him again. Please don't hurt him again, he
doesn't deserve this."
"Hmm...I am a man of my word, and so yes, you can have him back, as
is. He's a little beaten though, just to warn you now."
"OK, but when and where?"
<hr>
Greg tensed as the door was pushed open and Stubbs walked in, looking
smug, and very pleased with himself.
"Looks like you need to thank your friend, Greggo, I was coming to
play and he phoned. Now he's coming to get you, how does that sound?"
Greg stared back up at him, shocked. Nick was coming, thank God. He
knew it was selfish, and that Nick had probably gone through a lot of
trouble, but he was so grateful that someone else was stuck in this
mess with him.
"Now, the deal is, that you keep quiet when he gets here. Then I get
what I want, and you get to go back to your friend. But no funny
stuff, you got that?"
Greg nodded slowly.
"Good. Shame though in a way, I was hoping we could ge to know each
other a little more."
As he said his he leaned in and caressed Greg's cheek, running a hand
through the wild spiky hair. The lab tech shuddered and tried to keep
a firm grip on his emotions. If Nick was coming, then his captor
wouldn't try anything else, and he could go home. Though he wasn't
sure that he wanted to be home at the moment. Not alone anyway.
There was a knock on the door and Stubbs went to answer it, closing
the door and leaving Greg alone again. He could hear noises outside,
but nothing definitive.
<hr>
"Mr Stokes, how nice to see you, so good of you to drop by, please
come in."
Nick stepped inside, knowing the stupidity of this, and the door was
closed. Stubbs demeanor changed automatically.
"You alone?"
"Yes."
"You armed?"
"No."
"Good."
Nick practically threw the holdall at Stubbs, and then demanded.
"You have what you want, now where is he?"
Stubbs opened up the bag, and pulled out sme of the contents,
inspected them. After having satisfied himself, he pulled a key out
of his pocket and threw it to Nick.
"Well, I'm out of here. See you Nick."
He waved and left. Nick stared at the key and then called out,
slightly desperately.
"Greg?"
There was a faint call from the next room. Nick pushed open the door
and stopped dead for a moment. Greg was shirtless and handcuffed to
the headboard, with his wrists roped together. He was bruised, the
largest being across his cheek, and there was blood around his head.
His eyes were open and he was staring directly at him.
"Nick?"
That was enough to get him moving again. He ran to Greg's side, using
the key to unlock the cuffs, and then pulled the ropes off his wrists
and helping him sit up. All the emotions overwhelmed Greg and he
started to cry. Only one tear at first, but it quickly became a
stream and his body was shaking. Nick pulled him into an embrace and
let him cry it out.
Finally the sobs subsided, and Greg pulled out to look at Nick.
"Sorry."
He muttered. Turning away at the look in Nick's eyes.
"You have nothing to be sorry for, OK? Now let's get out of here."
He pulled off his sweatshirt and handed it to Greg, who pulled it
down over his head,wincing at the pain it caused. Nick slipped an arm
around Greg's waist and started to lead him out.
They had just reached he door, when Nick's mobile rang.
"Hang on a sec. Stokes."
"Nick, we need to talk."
"Grissom."
Nick froze on the spot.
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CHAPTER 5
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"Meet in my office."
"When?"
"Now."
He hung up and Nick didn't move, he couldn't. He hadn't really
thought about consequences when he left on this rescue mission. And
now he was in serious trouble. With a capital T. He'd be lucky not to
get thrown in jail, for evidence tampering.
"Nick?"
Greg stared at him with worried eyes.
"What's going on? Nick?"
"Hey Greg, it's OK, we just need to stop by the lab, alright? Then
we'll get you to hospital."
"I don't ne-"
"You do need. But come on, let's go."
<hr>
Nick used one arm to support Greg as they entered Grissom's office.
The supervisors stern face changed to one of concern as he took in
Greg's condition, indicating he should sit before turning his anger
on Nick.
"What happened, Nick? You act suspiciously, take evidence from the
evidence locker, knock out a guard, and then I find Greg like this?
Tell me what happened, and don't even think about lying to me."
"This morning, after shift, I got a phone call. He said he had Greg
and that unless I got the evidence that convicted him, he would kill
Greg, and when I told him I had it, he said he had�he had�raped him."
At this Grissom was blanked, his face had been a mixture of anger and
fury, but at this statement he turned to his lab tech.
"Greg, is this�Greg?"
While the two CSIs were talking, Greg had lost consciousness, and his
body fallen to the floor. Nick ran to him, and checked for a pulse,
breathing a sigh of relief when he found one.
"I need to get him to hospital."
"I'll come with you. But we aren't done here."
Nick picked up Greg, holding him close, a move that didn't go
unnoticed by Grissom, who held the door open for him and they signed
out of the building.
"We'll take mine, you watch him."
There was silence as Grissom drove, Nick's attention fully on the man
he had risked everything for to save, checking him over for any
injury he may have missed the first time round. Everything came up
clear though, and Nick figured it was the head wound that had caused
him to collapse. Possible concussion.
"Come on Greg, hold on."
He started to mutter under his breath, stroking one hand through the
gelled spikes. Grissom sneaked a glance at them through the mirror,
sighing at the dilemma. With what Nick had done, he would be lucky to
escape jail time, let alone keeping his job. Grissom should have
fired him on the spot, and by the look on Nick's face back in the
office, he thought he was going to be. Yet Grissom hadn't seen any
regret in that look, and seeing the way Nick was at the moment, he
had a feeling he would do it again in a heartbeat.
As they carried him into the hospital, Greg was taken from them
quickly, one nurse staying behind to ask questions, blood type,
injuries, name that sort of thing, before directing them to the
waiting area. Grissom decided it was time to take the bull by the
horns.
"Nick."
The younger CSI looked up at him, eyes full of pain, hurt and fear.
"You know what we have to do. Come on."
"But Greg�"
"Is not going to wake up for a few hours, and I'll get Catherine to
come and talk to him when he does. Now, Nick."
Sighing, Nick got up and followed Grissom out of the hospital,
swearing profusely inside his head.
<hr>
They were seated in one of the many interrogation rooms of the police
department. Nick had been in most of them, but never on this side of
the interrogation, and he was guilty. He was suddenly thinking twice
about what he had done, even had been to help Greg. Why hadn't he
gone to Grissom? Why? He mentally slapped himself, and tried to stop
the slight tremor in his fingers as he looked over at his boss.
"Run me through it Nick, exactly what you did."
"I came into work early, and got into the evidence locker. The guard
came up behind me while I was looking at the knife from Stubbs' case.
I was startled and so I knocked him out with the handle of it. I then
transferred the evidence to a bag from my locker and left."
"Nick, you do realise what could happen, don't you?"
"He raped Greg, Grissom. I had to do something, before he did."
Grissom sighed, this was going to be a long night.
<hr>
When Greg awoke a few hours later, the first person he saw was
Catherine, sitting in a chair nearby, looking at him concerned.
"Hey."
She offered. Greg pushed himself into a sitting position, wincing as
his body protested at the movement.
"How are you feeling?"
"You know what happened, don't you?"
She nodded.
"They've run some tests, to make sure you didn't catch anything. The
results will be back in a couple of days."
"Days? I have to wait days?"
He sighed. And then realised something.
"Where's Nick?"
"What do you remember?"
He closed his eyes and searched his memory banks.
"We got to the lab�Grissom was mad, but I don't know why�I felt kinda
dizzy and then everything went black."
"Greg, you need to brace yourself for this. To help you Nick stole
from the evidence locker, to do a trade. He also knocked out a guard.
He'll be lucky to escape serious jail time."
"Because of me? No. You can't do that. You just can't, please Cath,
please, you have to stop it�"
"Greg calm down, you need to calm down."
She took hold of his arm and Greg started sobbing again.