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csi_sanders1129You Save Me Ch 10
Chapter 10:
The two men sat side by side at the kitchen table in Nick’s condo, sipping their fourth cup of Blue Hawaiian coffee as several day shift C.S.I.’s and detectives scoured the house looking for any signs of break-ins or evidence that the rapists might have left behind.
“Did Grissom find anything at my place or from the exam?” Greg questioned, knowing the CSI 3 had called Grissom and been on the phone for over a half an hour.
Nick stood, depositing the empty mug in the sink before turning to Greg, sitting on top of the counter. “None of the guys were in CODIS, so the DNA wasn’t helpful. The number that called your place was a pay phone down the street from you.” He hated having to tell the younger man this; that they’d been so close to him all along.
“What else?” Greg asked.
“Ugh, they did find a fingerprint on the note from your car, but it was only a partial, it’s still running through the system, though. The tire treads near where you crashed were from a Nissan Ultima, which fits the description of the one that was tailing us a few days ago. A red light cam picked up plates but the car came back stolen from some guy in Summerlin.”
Greg hung his head. “In other words, all we have left is a partial fingerprint that’ll take forever to run?”
Nick bit his lip, there was one other thing, but he really didn’t think Greg could take it right now.
Unfortunately, Greg seemed to pick up on the fact that he was hiding something and called him on it. “You know something.”
Nick scratched the back of his neck, trying to figure out how to say this gently.
“Tell me!” Greg demanded.
The Texan sighed. “They bugged your house.”
“Say what?” Greg stared at him.
“The techs found cameras and microphones everywhere.” Nick explained. “They think they might have a lead on them from the store they were purchased at. But, it’s likely they were smart enough to cover their tracks.”
Greg closed his eyes, resting his head on the table.
Nick hopped of the counter, taking the chair beside Greg and rubbing soothing circles over his back. “We’ll get them, Greggo. Sooner or later they have to screw up; they might have done it already.”
The older man held Greg close for several minutes before one of the day shift techs appeared in the room. “Ugh, we just wanted to tell you that we’re finished. We found more cameras and microphones here as well, besides the ones Archie set up.”
“They… They had a setup in here, too?” Nick asked, shocked.
The woman nodded. “Looks that way, they were all off though. So, either the power outage killed the feeds or they tapped into ours. We found another print of the note attached to the rock, so hopefully it’ll match to the one we have.”
“Should we go back to the lab?”
The CSI shook her head. “Mr. Grissom asked us to make sure you stay here, several detectives will be here with you. He wants us to run the location of the feeds on the camera’s first to see if we can get a location.”
Greg seemed lost in thought, his eyes widening a moment later. “Are they all disabled now?” he questioned, making sure that it was safe to express his idea. When the tech nodded, he continued. “They have my cell phone. It has a GPS system, all the ones from the lab do, if the phone is on, you can trace its location.”
“I’ll get Archie on it ASAP.” The woman said, quickly rushing out of the condo, cell phone already at her ear.
“Why did none of us think of that until now?” Nick questioned, sitting on the sofa a moment later, Greg snuggled against his chest, a blanket wrapped over them.
Greg sighed. “I have no idea, but we can check now, I just hope the phone’s on and they can catch the bastards.” He traced random shapes over Nick’s t-shirt, distracting himself.
Both were silent for a moment, enjoying each others company.
“Nicky?”
“Hmm?” the Texan replied.
Greg looked up at him. “What were you gonna tell me when I was in the hospital?
Nick shook his head. “Not until they’re gone, Greggo.”
“Come on, I wanna know!” he pouted. “You should know, I’m one of the most curious people you will ever meet.”
The older man laughed. “I noticed that.”
“Are you gonna tell me or am I gonna have to beat you up with my cast again?” he threatened, raising one neon green arm to accentuate the idea.
“That is very terrifying, but, I’m still not gonna tell you,” Nick replied, a smirk crossing his face, his old Greg was back, for the moment.
Greg sulked, “Why not?”
Nick looked away, not sure if he could resist a pouting Greg for much longer. “You don’t need to hear what I want to say right now.”
“How do you know?”
That caught him off guard. “I... I guess I technically don’t, but…”
“You’re right, you know,” He silenced the Texan as he leaned up, pressing his lips to the older mans in a soft kiss. “I don’t need to hear it, I already know it.” Greg smiled as he pulled away.
Nick found he couldn’t form a reply to that for several seconds, completely stunned. “Really?”
“You know you talk in your sleep, right?”
“I do?”
Greg nodded, trying to keep himself from laughing. “Yup, you divulged all kinds of blackmail worthy information…” Upon seeing Nick’s shocked and bewildered expression, he burst out in laughter, something he hadn’t done in quite a while. “I’m just teasing you. I’ve known for a while.”
“That was uncalled for…” Nick moped.
“Maybe, but it was quite amusing, too.”
The older man smiled, running a hand through Greg’s spiked hair. “When did you know?”
“Since you held me at my apartment when I told you what happened.”
Nick moved to kiss the younger man again. “If you knew what I was gonna say all this time, why were you so hell bent on getting me to tell you?”
Greg broke away; looking into the older mans eyes. “I want to hear you say it.”
“I love you,” he said quietly, his gaze still fixed on the younger man.
Throwing his arms, with some effort involved in the process, he smiled more than he had in the last two weeks combined. “I love you, too, Nicky.”
Nick wrapped his arms around the younger mans frame, kissing the top of his head lightly. “I wish I’d told you sooner, you did need to hear it.”
Before Greg could reply, Nick’s cell phone went off, the sound of the ring tone ‘Ice cream and cake’ by the Buckwheat Boys, indicating that it was Grissom.
“Hello?”
Chapter 10:
The two men sat side by side at the kitchen table in Nick’s condo, sipping their fourth cup of Blue Hawaiian coffee as several day shift C.S.I.’s and detectives scoured the house looking for any signs of break-ins or evidence that the rapists might have left behind.
“Did Grissom find anything at my place or from the exam?” Greg questioned, knowing the CSI 3 had called Grissom and been on the phone for over a half an hour.
Nick stood, depositing the empty mug in the sink before turning to Greg, sitting on top of the counter. “None of the guys were in CODIS, so the DNA wasn’t helpful. The number that called your place was a pay phone down the street from you.” He hated having to tell the younger man this; that they’d been so close to him all along.
“What else?” Greg asked.
“Ugh, they did find a fingerprint on the note from your car, but it was only a partial, it’s still running through the system, though. The tire treads near where you crashed were from a Nissan Ultima, which fits the description of the one that was tailing us a few days ago. A red light cam picked up plates but the car came back stolen from some guy in Summerlin.”
Greg hung his head. “In other words, all we have left is a partial fingerprint that’ll take forever to run?”
Nick bit his lip, there was one other thing, but he really didn’t think Greg could take it right now.
Unfortunately, Greg seemed to pick up on the fact that he was hiding something and called him on it. “You know something.”
Nick scratched the back of his neck, trying to figure out how to say this gently.
“Tell me!” Greg demanded.
The Texan sighed. “They bugged your house.”
“Say what?” Greg stared at him.
“The techs found cameras and microphones everywhere.” Nick explained. “They think they might have a lead on them from the store they were purchased at. But, it’s likely they were smart enough to cover their tracks.”
Greg closed his eyes, resting his head on the table.
Nick hopped of the counter, taking the chair beside Greg and rubbing soothing circles over his back. “We’ll get them, Greggo. Sooner or later they have to screw up; they might have done it already.”
The older man held Greg close for several minutes before one of the day shift techs appeared in the room. “Ugh, we just wanted to tell you that we’re finished. We found more cameras and microphones here as well, besides the ones Archie set up.”
“They… They had a setup in here, too?” Nick asked, shocked.
The woman nodded. “Looks that way, they were all off though. So, either the power outage killed the feeds or they tapped into ours. We found another print of the note attached to the rock, so hopefully it’ll match to the one we have.”
“Should we go back to the lab?”
The CSI shook her head. “Mr. Grissom asked us to make sure you stay here, several detectives will be here with you. He wants us to run the location of the feeds on the camera’s first to see if we can get a location.”
Greg seemed lost in thought, his eyes widening a moment later. “Are they all disabled now?” he questioned, making sure that it was safe to express his idea. When the tech nodded, he continued. “They have my cell phone. It has a GPS system, all the ones from the lab do, if the phone is on, you can trace its location.”
“I’ll get Archie on it ASAP.” The woman said, quickly rushing out of the condo, cell phone already at her ear.
“Why did none of us think of that until now?” Nick questioned, sitting on the sofa a moment later, Greg snuggled against his chest, a blanket wrapped over them.
Greg sighed. “I have no idea, but we can check now, I just hope the phone’s on and they can catch the bastards.” He traced random shapes over Nick’s t-shirt, distracting himself.
Both were silent for a moment, enjoying each others company.
“Nicky?”
“Hmm?” the Texan replied.
Greg looked up at him. “What were you gonna tell me when I was in the hospital?
Nick shook his head. “Not until they’re gone, Greggo.”
“Come on, I wanna know!” he pouted. “You should know, I’m one of the most curious people you will ever meet.”
The older man laughed. “I noticed that.”
“Are you gonna tell me or am I gonna have to beat you up with my cast again?” he threatened, raising one neon green arm to accentuate the idea.
“That is very terrifying, but, I’m still not gonna tell you,” Nick replied, a smirk crossing his face, his old Greg was back, for the moment.
Greg sulked, “Why not?”
Nick looked away, not sure if he could resist a pouting Greg for much longer. “You don’t need to hear what I want to say right now.”
“How do you know?”
That caught him off guard. “I... I guess I technically don’t, but…”
“You’re right, you know,” He silenced the Texan as he leaned up, pressing his lips to the older mans in a soft kiss. “I don’t need to hear it, I already know it.” Greg smiled as he pulled away.
Nick found he couldn’t form a reply to that for several seconds, completely stunned. “Really?”
“You know you talk in your sleep, right?”
“I do?”
Greg nodded, trying to keep himself from laughing. “Yup, you divulged all kinds of blackmail worthy information…” Upon seeing Nick’s shocked and bewildered expression, he burst out in laughter, something he hadn’t done in quite a while. “I’m just teasing you. I’ve known for a while.”
“That was uncalled for…” Nick moped.
“Maybe, but it was quite amusing, too.”
The older man smiled, running a hand through Greg’s spiked hair. “When did you know?”
“Since you held me at my apartment when I told you what happened.”
Nick moved to kiss the younger man again. “If you knew what I was gonna say all this time, why were you so hell bent on getting me to tell you?”
Greg broke away; looking into the older mans eyes. “I want to hear you say it.”
“I love you,” he said quietly, his gaze still fixed on the younger man.
Throwing his arms, with some effort involved in the process, he smiled more than he had in the last two weeks combined. “I love you, too, Nicky.”
Nick wrapped his arms around the younger mans frame, kissing the top of his head lightly. “I wish I’d told you sooner, you did need to hear it.”
Before Greg could reply, Nick’s cell phone went off, the sound of the ring tone ‘Ice cream and cake’ by the Buckwheat Boys, indicating that it was Grissom.
“Hello?”
