Home of Greg Sanders Slash Fiction
by
ScarletFBL
Rating: FRT-13
Nick's eyes widened. "Okay, look, I`m going to lead you out to the front, and I want you to stay there. I`m going to call the cops and an ambulance." he said. He slowly let go of the man. When he didn't immediately try to flee, he was reassured.
The man shook his head, frantically. "No! Don`t call the police! I won`t be able to stay here anymore if you do." He grabbed Nick's arms.
Nick frowned. What was he talking about? Did he want to stay here in the alley, or something? He looked around. The guy from earlier was gone. "Fuck!" The guy jerked away from him, again. "No, no. It`s not you. That guy is gone."
"What?"
Nick sighed. "He must have gone while you were�distracting me." He rubbed at his jaw. "Look, can I at least take you to the hospital? I`d feel a lot better knowing that you`re okay, and you`re not going to die from your injuries two days after I let you go," he asked.
"Fine. Just no cops, alright?" The man let go and allowed Nick to lead him to the front of the store.
Nick didn't want to tell the other man, but he had every intention of pressing charges should he ever come across the other man. He had no doubt that if the man had succeeded in getting a hold of his gun, he would be dead by now, and God only knows what would have happened to the other man.
Now that Nick had the man in the fluorescent glow of the lights, he could really see how the other man looked. The man had oddly styled brown hair with highlights. <i>`What does a blind man need with highlights?'</i> Nick thought. His face was badly bruised and he could now see flecks of blood on the man's t-shirt. He looked at the
man's eyes. They were an unnatural shade of hazel. They were too bright and too clear, too piercing. The man was shaking.
"Come with me to my car, it`s right over here," he said, talking with he walked over, hoping that the man could follow his voice. He could. He opened the door for him. "Watch your step, it`s kinda high." The other man nodded and grasped the door, using it as leverage to get himself inside. Nick closed the door and got in on his side, making
sure to remove his gun from his pants and put on the safety again. He threw it into the backseat.
He started the car and started to drive towards the hospital. They spent three red lights silently, not talking to each other, before someone spoke. Nick softly cleared his throat, so as not to alarm the other guy. "So, um, what`s your name."
The other man turned away from the window that he'd been `looking' out of for the past five minutes and stared in Nick`s direction. "My name`s Greg. Greg Sanders," he said, softy.
"Greg, huh? My name`s Nick Stokes. Like I said before, I work as a CSI," Nick said.
"What`s a CSI?" Greg asked, looking confused.
Nick smiled. "I analyze crime scenes. My specialty is hair and fiber analysis. I like to think that what I do is a step above poking a body with a stick."
Greg let out a little laugh. He quieted. "I`m glad that you didn`t have to work on my scene." He shuddered.
Nick nodded. "I`m glad I didn`t, either." Neither of them spoke again until they entered the hospital.
Nick flashed his ID around and managed to get Greg a private room right away. He knew once he left, that Greg having his own room probably wouldn't last long, but he felt a wave of protectiveness come over him every time he saw Greg flinch when the doctor would touch him.
The doctor pulled Nick aside afterward.
"He seems to be fine. Nothing`s broken, and the bruising should go away after about a week, so will the scratches. He was a very lucky man. Are you sure you don`t want him to press charges?" The doctor asked.
Nick looked and he could see Greg stiffen. "No," he shook his head. "He doesn`t want to, and I`m not going to force him to, even though I agree with you."
The doctor nodded. Quite a few people chose not to press charges when they were attacked or abused and he didn't like it, but as long as the man wasn't hurt too badly, he wouldn't put up a fuss. "Are you sure you don`t need medical attention. It looks like you were attacked, as well." He motioned to Nick's face.
Nick looked a little embarrassed. "Um, no, I wasn`t really. I just surprised him, that`s all. It was really my fault. It doesn`t hurt too bad."
The doctor tsked, but left Nick alone. He turned back to Greg. "Mr. Sanders," Greg's head turned in his direction. "I you want to put a cold compress on those bruises, and keep those cuts clean, alright?"
Greg nodded. "Yes."
The doctor seemed satisfied. "Okay. You`re free to go home." He turned to Nick. "I assume that you`re going to be taking Mr. Sanders home?" He asked.
"Yeah," Nick said.
The doctor turned to go. "Come back if anything changes." He left.
Nick walked over to stand by Greg, careful not to crowd him. He leaned his hip against the examining table that Greg sat on. Greg turned towards him. "So, you ready to go home?" Nick asked.
Greg turned away. "I don`t have a home, anymore."
Nick frowned. "What do you mean?"
Greg sighed. "My roommate kicked me out this morning."
Nick's eyes widened. "Your roommate kicked you out at four o`clock in the morning-?"
"More like two o`clock," Greg interrupted.
Nick snorted. "Same difference. What kind of asshole would do something like that?" <i>`And to someone who's blind, nonetheless!'</i> Nick thought.
"The kind who would give me an ultimatum. `Put out or get the fuck out`, he said. Of course, I didn`t have much choice when he threw me outside without my keys. He made it very clear that he didn`t want me there, anymore." Greg said, looking down.
"He can`t do that! Press charges, do something," Nick said.
Greg sighed again. "I can't. Everything's in his name. I came out here to stay with him. It's the only reason my parents let me come to school out here."
"And how old are you, exactly?"
Greg smiled a little. "I`m twenty-two. I`ve been told that I look younger, though."
"No kidding�." Nick got an idea. "Why don`t you come and crash with me, for a while?"
Greg `looked' at Nick.
Nick had to suppress a shudder. <i>'Those eyes are really something. It`s like they`re piercing right through me. I wonder if he knows that he has that effect on people?'</i>
"Um, no offence, but I don`t even know you," Greg said.
"Sure, you do. I`m a CSI. I showed the doctors my ID. They know who I am, anyway. They wouldn`t even consider letting me take you home if I wasn`t legit."
Greg thought that over. "I don`t want to impose�."
"You won`t be. I have plenty of place, and a spare bedroom. I think that we could both be there at the same time, and hardly bump into each other at all." Okay, so that was a bit of an exaggeration, but he didn't want anything to happen to Greg. He didn't want him going back to own home were his roommate probably still was.
Greg was quiet for a long time. He his hand through his hair, making it stand on end, something that Nick though was adorable. "Okay, but only for a little while. Just until I can find myself another roommate. I don`t want to have to move back in with my parents."
Nick did a little dance inside. Greg was going to be safe with him. "Come on, I`ll take you to my house."
Greg stood up and held onto the table, feeling along it as he walked past Nick.
"Don`t you have, like, a walking stick, or something?" Nick asked.
Greg nodded. "Yeah, but it`s still at my apartment. I didn`t get a chance to grab it before I got thrown out."
"Hm. I`ll have to go and get it," Nick said.
Greg turned back to him. "You don`t have to do that."
"It`s not a problem. Besides, I don`t want you going back there," Nick said.
"I`ll have to go back there, eventually. I have to get my stuff." <i>'If he hasn't thrown it out, already.'</i> Greg thought.
"Okay, but I`m coming with you. For now, just give me a list of things that you need at this moment," Nick told him. "Those things, I can get myself, right?"
"Yeah."
"Then, it`s settled." He walked up to Greg. "Do you mind if I ask you to hold my arm? I mean, when we were coming up here, I was worried that you were going to bump into something, but I didn`t want to get into your personal space like that."
"I can manage, just fine." Those words were belied when Greg let out a huge yawn and swayed on his feet. He'd just realized how tired he was, though Nick could already sense it. "Er, okay. Just this once you can. I`ll have my stick back, and I won`t have to depend on you like this."
Nick smiled and held out his arm, and Greg grasped it. Behind that young and meek appearance, Greg seemed to be a very independent and proud person. He'd just caught him at a vulnerable time. Looks like he wasn't going to have to do as much saving as he thought.
A/N: Let me know If I've made some mistakes in grammer. I tend to write things out and not look back. I hope you enjoyed it!!!
