Home of Greg Sanders Slash Fiction
Author: Spikewil
Email: [email protected]
Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas
Pairing: Greg/Grissom
Rating: FRM
Summary: Grissom finally gets what he want, even if it's after a very
badly happening.
A/N1: This is my first CSI fic, so please don't flame but give helpful
reviews. Flames will be flushed down the toilet!
A/N2: With permission from the group owner, I post my first CSI LV
story on this group.
Warnings: Mentions of rape, hermaphrodite, OOC'ness. It's a dark angst
story!
This story is betaed by Chani, Spiked_by_james and Evandar.
"Where is Grissom? He hasn't arrived yet. It's not like him to be
late," Warrick said as he stood up. Catherine and he had been waiting
for the others to start their daily meeting. Catherine shrugged her
shoulders noncommittally. Warrick was about to leave Grissom's office
to find his missing team members when Greg and Nick entered and sat at
the conference table in their usual places.
"Catherine, Brass called! We have a rape case!" Sara announced
emotionally, closing the office door behind her with a slam. "Grissom's
our vic," she added in a hushed voice, causing Greg and Nick to gasp
loudly. Warrick was too perplexed to respond, standing immobile next to
Catherine whose eyes had widened in shock at the unexpected news.
"Greg, you're going to the Desert Palm Hospital. Warrick, Sara you will
go to Brass and Nick and I will take the crime scene," Catherine
instructed, rapidly taking command of the team. Their boss needed their
professional help and support. There wasn't any room for error.
******
Greg hurried towards the hospital and entered Grissom's room. The man
lay on the bed, his face pale and tear tracks on his cheeks. Greg's
heart ached as he watched his friend's pained eyes flutter open. A
brief flash of recognition lighted his eyes. "Greg?"
"Hey, Griss," Greg said softly while smiling, hoping it would calm the
older man. "What happened?"
"I heard a noise and went to look in the alley," Grissom whispered. He
had witnessed a woman being assaulted, never thinking twice about
stepping into the dangerous situation and interrupting the assault. He
had stepped into the alley without thinking about his own safety. The
other man's strength had surprised him and the memory of being
overpowered by him was threatening to overwhelm him. His breathing was
speeding up and he couldn't stop his tears from falling. Strong arms
were wrapped around him again, restraining his movements. Startled,
Grissom struggled against them, not realizing Greg was trying to
comfort him.
"Shh. I'm here. Nobody is going to hurt you any longer," Greg whispered
softly while trying to hold the man in his arms. He had often dreamed
about holding this man in a loving embrace, but he had never pictured
this scenario.
Grissom finally stilled at the familiar sound of Greg's voice and
quietly accepted the young scientist's comfort. The warmth and
tenderness from his younger team member was soothing but too tempting.
He couldn't let his personal feelings for Greg interfere with their
job. It was going to be painful and embarrassing but it was
unavoidable. A shiver traveled across his body before he pulled back
from Greg's embrace. "You need to perform the rape kit on me," he said,
in a calm and neutral tone.
Greg nodded and grabbed the kit. He started with Grissom's back and
found several cuts and bruises. Bruises, which were shaped in the form
of fists and the cuts looked like they were made by a flick-knife.
After taking the necessary photos, he took some of the blood on his
friend's lower back. He collected several fibres and hairs. Greg
reached the older man's lower waist and gasped loudly when he saw blood
dripping from a small crevice behind Grissom's balls. He gently lifted
the ball sack and exposed a vagina. "Grissom, you're a hermaphrodite?"
Greg asked surprised.
Grissom had frozen during Greg's examination him, especially when his
secret was out. He whimpered when cool air brushed his lower body.
"I need to take some cultures of the cervix to make sure you don't have
any STDs. Do you have all the female parts or just the vagina?" Greg
questioned.
"All," Grissom mumbled embarrassed.
"Then I'll have to check you for pregnancy as well," Greg said and
began gently working on Grissom's body.
Grissom closed his eyes and lay on his back, spreading his legs. Of all
his team members, he wished that Greg hadn't been chosen to perform
this task. Forced to reveal his secret, any hope of his closely guarded
feelings for the man being returned was now lost forever. He winced
when he felt Greg softly touch his vagina to finish the rape kit.
Grissom whimpered when Greg's finger only managed to slip in to the
first knuckle and began crying again when the young man closed his legs
and covered him with a blanket.
"You need to see your doctor in two weeks. The doctor will have the
results of the tests by then," Greg instructed his friend and waited
until he received a small nod.
Greg finished the rape kit and quietly told his friend that he would be
outside waiting for Catherine, trying to give Grissom some privacy.
When he stood outside, he drew deep breaths before sitting down. It
didn't take long before Catherine and Nick showed up. "How is he?"
Catherine asked.
"Not good. He was brutally raped," Greg managed to croak out, leaving
out the hermaphrodite part for now. They would find out soon enough
after examining the results of the rape kit.
"I want to see him," Nick said and was about to step inside when they
heard an emotional cry of pain. Greg immediately stood up and raced
back into the room, only to see Grissom ripping up the pillow he had
been hugging while he continued crying.
Nick was surprised to see Grissom leaping into Greg's arms, but decided
to keep quiet about it, disturbed by Grissom's obvious distress.
"Grissom, we're here. Is there..." he started, anxious to help his
colleague and friend. A mournful wail interrupted him and Nick could
see the older man cowering at the sound of his voice and seeking refuge
by burrowing himself deeper in Greg's embrace.
In the meanwhile, Greg had managed to rearrange himself against the
headboard of the hospital bed with a crying and whimpering man in his
arms. His tears came as well as he cried for Grissom's pain,
remembering his own pain from so long ago.
Catherine didn't know what to do. Her boss was breaking down in front
of her and in Greg's arms. It looked like the man would only trust
Greg. Grissom had confided in her about his crush on Greg and now, as
she watched the two men, she knew Greg felt the same. The only thing
she could offer them was some privacy. With a small nod of her head,
Catherine urged Nick to leave the room and she closed the door behind
her. Then, by tacit agreement, they stood guard and made sure no one
else came in.
By the time Warrick and Sara arrived, Catherine was still holding the
rape kit Greg had performed. They tried to enter the room, only to be
stopped by Nick. Although puzzled by their colleagues' silence and
Greg's absence, Warrick and Sara didn't call them on it and sat down on
the uncomfortable hospital chairs nearby.
Meanwhile, Grissom had eventually calmed enough to leave the safety of
Greg's arms and shuffle his way into the small hospital bathroom, urged
by the need to get rid of any traces of his attacker and feel clean
again. Greg heard the splash of running water that indicated Grissom
was in the shower and settled himself in the hospital bed. He knew that
the man would want to sleep as soon as he returned. Victims of abuse
usually had to deal not only with pain and shame of the assault but
also nightmares and fitful sleep. There wasn't any room for doubts;
Greg knew he had to help his friend and secret crush in this difficult
time. Having made his decision, Greg grabbed another pillow and propped
himself against the headboard, waiting for Grissom to come out of the
bathroom. He would spend the night with him and let the older man sleep
in his embrace to make him feel loved and safe. He only hoped Grissom
wouldn't reject his help.
Catherine, who had heard the shower as well, slowly made her way into
the room, leaving the others outside. "Greg, how is he?"
"Not good at all. When the doctor gives permission, I want to take him
home," Greg announced calmly, but determined. His eyes were fixed on
the bathroom door.
Grissom looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. He still felt dirty
after the hot shower. He had heard Greg speaking to the others earlier,
surprised that he had withheld the information about Grissom being a
hermaphrodite. He was grateful for the young scientist's tact but
Grissom was well aware that his secret would be revealed as soon as the
others analysed the contents of the rape kit. His body was still
wracked by shivers and he wished he could be held in Greg's arms again,
the young man had made him feel safe. But he couldn't let himself hope
for Greg's affection anymore. Despite his support, Grissom was sure
that the young man and his co-workers would have a difficult time
adjusting to the fact he was a hermaphrodite. It had happened before.
Maybe it was time for a transfer...
Grissom opened the bathroom door slowly but halted midway. His heart
jumped at the realization that Greg was lying under the covers of his
bed, in a silent invitation to offer him the comfort and safety he
craved for. He wanted nothing more than run into bed and snuggle
against Greg's warm body, but stopped himself from doing so when he
noticed Catherine was in the room as well. He looked into Greg's eyes
and saw the small nod. Grissom couldn't give a damn anymore and
sprinted towards the bed, jumping into Greg's embrace and burrowing
himself under the blankets.
Catherine's eyes widened when a hospital-gown-covered Grissom ran past
her and into Greg's embrace. She smiled; Grissom was going to be okay
as long as Greg was there. She walked out of the room, determined to
find the perp who had caused this.
"Guys, let's go. Grissom is staying with Greg," Catherine announced
softly and guided her group out of the hospital. The group left the
hospital building and moved towards the parking lot, not noticing the
presence of a large bulky man standing outside in the alley near the
emergency entrance.
As soon as the others were out of sight, the man walked calmly into the
hospital. Stepping out of the elevator, he looked around before he
walked to a nurse. "I'm looking for Gil Grissom."
"Are you family?" the nurse questioned.
"Yes, I'm his uncle," the man lied straight-faced.
"He's in room 216," the nurse answered before walking away.
Grissom stirred and opened his eyes to look at the sleeping face of
Greg. He reached up and softly trailed his fingers along the relaxed
face. He snapped his head up when the hospital door opened and a
familiar looking man stepped inside. He whimpered loudly, causing Greg
to wake up and hold him protectively in his arms.
"Who the hell are you?" Greg demanded harshly while holding a
frightened Grissom and trying to protect him.
The man, who hadn't expected someone with his victim, stopped in his
tracks. He started moving backwards towards the door and failed to
notice the door opening behind him. The incoming nurse bumped against
him and the tray of medication she was holding in her hands fell on the
floor with a loud clatter. Startled, the man hurriedly left the room
and ran out of the hospital only few moments later.
The nurse followed him and ran to the nurse's station to sound the
alarm and call for security but, by the time they reacted, it was too
late. The man had escaped.
It didn't take very long for the team of investigators to find their
way back to Grissom's room, alerted by the alarm that had been
triggered when they were about to leave the parking lot. None of them
had seen the intruder. A nurse stopped their entrance into the room,
stating that the doctor had been called and that no one could visit Mr.
Grissom until then.
Meanwhile, the incident had made Greg realise he was no longer willing
to risk Grissom's safety and leave the man to deal with the assault on
his own. They had to leave the hospital and go to a safer location
where he could protect Grissom. "Come on, Sweet. Let's get you dressed.
We've got to get you out of here," Greg instructed softly, not noticing
that he had used his endearment for Grissom.
Grissom didn't miss the endearment, though, and he was touched that
someone cared enough about him to give him such a nickname. Carefully,
he got out of bed with Greg's help and began dressing himself.
"What are you doing?" the doctor demanded to know when he entered the
room.
"Gil isn't safe here. I'm taking him with me," Greg announced, again
not noticing he had used Grissom's first name. He began helping the
older man into the clothes that Catherine had brought with her.
Grissom's trembling hands were having trouble with the jeans' buttons
until they were softly slapped away and Greg finished the task for him.
Greg pecked Grissom on his cheek before helping him into his sweater.
The lead investigator was no longer focused on the task of getting
dressed and merely reacted to Greg's instructions, closely watching his
friend. The light kiss, another small piece of evidence of Greg's
affection, had stunned Grissom into silence. After all that had
happened and the examination the young man had performed earlier,
Grissom had been sure that he had lost his chance with Greg. Acceptance
and love had been rare commodities in his life. The kiss had been brief
but held a promise for more and hope flared again in Grissom's heart.
Greg's hands inadvertently brushed against one of the bruises on
Grissom's shoulder. The sudden pain took his memory back to the moment
when large strong hands had held him down to the ground during the rape
only a few hours ago and Grissom shuddered.
"Shh. You're safe. You're going to stay with me," Greg whispered. He
couldn't stop the protectiveness he felt about the man and couldn't
care less if anybody saw it. He would protect Griss...Gil.
The doctor had been watching the two men and realized that the younger
man would be able to take care of his patient. "Very well, I'll make up
the release papers and I'll give you his medication," the doctor said
and walked away.
Grissom was relieved to hear that he could leave the hospital. "Where
are we going?" he asked when he realized that Greg probably wouldn't
take him to his own place. If his attacker could find him at the
hospital, then he was sure the man would find his home.
"We're going somewhere where you and I can't be found and will be very
protected," Greg answered as he made Gil wear his jacket.
With his arm around Gil's waist, they stepped out of the room and into
the hallway to wait for the doctor's return.
Nick, Sara, Warrick and Catherine had been waiting in the hallway. The
nurse had been called away but they had been sternly instructed not to
disturb her patients. The doctor had come and gone without giving them
any information about their boss' condition, only assuring them he
would return shortly. The only thing they could do was waiting. When
the door finally opened to reveal Greg and Grissom leaving the room
they were relieved and hurried to join them.
However, their initial joy at the sight of their friends died quickly.
Their eyes widened and eyebrows rose as they watched Greg hugging the
older man tightly. Nick, Sara and Warrick watched worriedly at the way
their boss was hiding his face in Greg's neck and shivering visibly.
They had dealt with rape victims before but it was hard to see how much
this strong man had been affected by the ordeal. They had never seen
him so vulnerable. Catherine just smiled at the twosome and nodded
sadly towards Greg, letting him know of her approval.
"I'm taking him with me somewhere safe. My father will contact you when
you need our help or when we need your help," Greg announced softly,
making sure nobody else heard him. "I will return alone to give you
what I know about the man who entered the room."
"Have you contacted your father already?" Sara questioned.
"No, but he won't say no. This isn't the first time he needs to give
protection when someone is hurt badly," Greg answered calmly.
"How can we contact you?" Catherine asked.
"My father will contact you first and then set up several meetings,"
Greg repeated his answer while taking the papers from the doctor who
had returned. "Come on, Sweet."
Three heavy thuds were heard when Nick, Warrick and Sara landed on
their chairs, shocked by the endearment. Catherine chuckled at the
sight of her three colleagues staring at the two men who were heading
towards the elevator.
"Dad, it's me. We're on our way to the cabin," Greg announced when he
called his father the moment they stood outside. He was worried at the
way Gil clutched him tightly.
******
Having arrived at the cabin after a two-hour drive, Greg gently woke
Gil and helped him out of the car. He guided the older man to the cabin
where the door had already been opened.
A tall man was waiting for them in the doorway as he watched his son
taking care of his friend. The gentle guiding by his son, the fear in
the other man's eyes and the way the man clutched to his son made his
heart ache. This man must have been badly hurt to react like that. He
was acting in exactly the same way his son did many years ago.
"Dad, this is Gil Grissom. Sweet, this is my father," Greg introduced
and tried to make Gil let go of his shirt.
"Gil, my name is Marck Sanders and this is my wife Lill Sanders. Come
in and Greg will show you your room," Marck said quietly and let them
in. His gaze trailed from his son to his wife, who stood in the doorway
watching the duo.
***One hour later***
Gil looked around the kitchen and didn't know what to do. Now that they
had eaten the light supper Mrs. Sanders had prepared for them, Greg was
about to return to Las Vegas. Since Greg had entered the hospital room,
Grissom had found safety and comfort in the young man's presence.
Greg's behaviour spoke of his protective feelings towards him and after
his attacker's surprise visit at the hospital, the young man seemed
determined to look after him. Grissom was seeing Greg in a different
light.
"When will you be back?" Gil asked softly. He didn't want to be left
alone in this cabin, too afraid to be without his protector nearby.
"What does he mean?" Marck questioned when he overheard the question.
"I have to return to let the others know what Gil's attacker looks
like. The man came to the hospital," Greg replied.
"No, son, you don't. You can tell your mother what the man looked like
and she can sketch him on paper. Greg, you cannot leave Gil here alone
with us. He needs your guidance, just like you needed mine seven years
ago," Marck stated.
Greg looked from his father to his Sweet and saw relief and hope in
Gil's eyes as well as curiosity at his father's words. "Very well.
Where's mom?" he agreed.
"She's in the living room," Marck answered and stepped into the living
room, leaving Gil and Greg in the kitchen.
"Greg, could you...I...I use the bathroom?" Gil questioned as he looked
around to see where it might be.
"Sure, let me show you where it is," Greg said and gently pushed Gil
towards his bedroom. "The bathroom is connected to your bedroom. That
way you don't have to wander the halls in the dark."
"Greg, thank you," Gil said reassured. "What did your father mean by
'what happened seven years ago'?" he asked curiously.
Greg had expected the question but he had hoped it wouldn't be this
soon. "Seven years ago, I was raped by a friend," he whispered, pain
still evident in his voice.
Gil didn't know what to say and walked towards his friend. He embraced
Greg like the young man had done with him earlier. He felt Greg's arms
around him and they held each other for a few moments, before Gil
leaned back. He lifted Greg's chin and softly pecked him on the lips.
Greg kissed back only to stop after a few seconds and rested his
forehead against Gil's. "You're not ready for this yet, Sweet. First,
let's get you used to this cabin, my parents, my brothers and me. We'll
see what happens later."
"I know, but do you feel the same way?" Gil asked, still scared about
rejection in spite of the loving way Greg had kissed him back.
"Yes, Sweet, I have felt the same way for a long time now. Why don't
you use the bathroom while I go downstairs? I need to get my mom to
draw your attacker. I'll be back soon," Greg said softly, gently
pushing Gil towards the bathroom.
