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csi_sanders1129You Save Me 13
Chapter 13:
Three days had passed since Luke had been caught, and both of the men in custody weren’t talking. The DNA taken from the cousins matched irrefutably to the samples taken from Greg, along with the other evidence collected throughout the course of the investigation. But some pieces of the puzzle were still missing.
Greg’s arms crossed over his chest as he paced the aisles of the Barnes and Noble. Nick was over at the Starbucks purchasing frappuchino’s for them while he searched for a book he’d been looking for lately.
“Aha!” he declared, selecting a rather large volume from the lowest shelf, his injuries not too thrilled with the angle needed to do so.
Nick motioned him over from his place in line and the younger man joined his friend. “Did you find it?” the Texan questioned.
Greg nodded, flaunting the book he’d finally found. ‘CSI Stories: A look into the everyday life of Crime Scene Investigators,’ the title read, ‘By Jamie Thomas.’
“I assume that’s a ‘yes’?” he smiled, as he stepped up to order. “I need a grande white mocha frappuchino and a grande caramel frappuchino, and a piece of coffee cake, please?” he said, reciting the order from memory.
The younger man laughed, watching as the workers made their drinks, his leg aching a bit from over using it. “I’m gonna grab us a table. Okay, Nicky?”
Nick nodded, though there was really no need to save one, there were only three other people in the small café, all but one of which were seated already.
He watched as Greg took a seat by one of windows, setting his bag down on the wooden table, relaxing his plastered-encased leg as best he could.
A moment later, Nick joined him, setting the two coffee’s down in front of him before reaching across the table, covering Greg’s hand with his own. “You okay? You look a bit pale,” Nick commented, concerned.
Greg nodded, taking a sip of his drink. “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just sore.”
Nick didn’t look entirely convinced, but let it go, pulling the coffee cake out of the brown paper bag, both men quickly devouring it along with their frappuchino’s.
“Thanks for making me come with you, I needed to get out for a while,” the younger man admitted, surveying the room, his eyes landing back on his love.
The two of them were the only customers there, and the staff looked to be about ready to kick them out. So, they gathered up their trash, quickly throwing it away before heading for the door, perfectly content with the prospect of going back to Nick’s to sleep.
Greg’s leg was obviously hurting him, Nick noted, watching the younger man cringe with every step. “Baby, you stay here. The car’s still over at Circuit City, I’ll bring it around to you.”
“Alright…” he agreed, sitting down on the curb. Normally he would have protested against the idea, but his leg was killing him, he’d forgotten to take his pain medicine this morning.
With that, Nick started toward his Denali, parked on the other side of the large shopping center.
The young CSI now wish he’d just gone with Nick. It was dark, the lights had just gone out inside the store and it hurt to move. He was a sitting duck.
“Well, look who it is?” a voice behind him caused him to whirl around. That voice was his nightmare. And it was standing right behind him.
“You… what do you want?”
The man took a step closer, pulling Greg to his feet by the collar of his shirt. “You ratted us out, now you’ll have to pay for that..”
Greg whimpered, his eyes catching sight of the gun on the mans hip.
“Don’t think you’ll make it out alive this time, I don’t take too well to rats,” He spat in Greg’s face, backhanding him with his free hand. “And there’s no one around to help you, is there?”
The younger mans eyes scanned the parking lot for headlights, but he saw none, his gaze returning to his captor. The man looked to be as old as Nick was, he had light brown hair and piercing electric blue eyes. “Nick! Help me! Nicky!!!” he screamed as loud as he could, tears springing to his eyes as he watched the man reach for his gun.
The man holding him laughed. “He can’t help you.”
Greg’s breathing hitched in his throat, the gun now resting against his temple. “Please… don’t….” he cried, praying Nick would show up.
“You weren’t supposed to make it out of that alley. You should have been dead. But those cowards couldn’t do it.. They were supposed to finish the job…” he said menacingly, his finger moving closer and closer to the trigger.
“… Nicky…” he whimpered, closing his eyes.
The gun backed off a bit and Greg heard a car approaching. It had to be Nick.
“LVPD! Drop the weapon!”
He heard a car door slam shut, and dared to open his eyes. “Nick!”
“Shut up!” his captor hit him over the head with gun.
“Jason?” Nick’s voice was hesitant, as he stepped close enough to make out the figure holding his love hostage.
“Took you long enough, Nicky,” the man, Jason, snorted, tightening his grip on the younger mans neck.
Greg squirmed, trying to get to Nick. “It’s him, Nicky! He’s the third one!”
Upon hearing this, Nick chambered a round, aiming at Jason. “Let him go!”
Jason laughed. “You won’t shoot me. Nicky, we’re buddies, You can’t tell me he doesn’t bother you. He’s a freak! He’s gay, Nicky!” The man said, the muzzle of his gun still pressed to Greg’s head.
“And I’m in love with him! Now, get the hell away from him! I have no reservations about shooting you.” Nick replied, his finger on the trigger, ready to fire.
Jason laughed, “You’ll never do it. You’d never put killing someone on your conscious.”
Nick moved closer, his standard police issue Glock still trained on Greg’s captor. “You really wanna risk that? That I wouldn’t kill for someone I love?”
“Come on, Nicky. Give it up, we both know you can’t do it.”
“Watch me…” Nick threatened, but, before he could, Jason pulled Greg in front of him, preventing him from getting a clear shot. He lowered his weapon. “I thought you didn’t think I’d do it?”
In reply, Jason wrapped his arm around Greg’s throat, holding him still, the gun now aimed at Nick.
“Nicky, get out of here…” Greg pleaded with the man he loved, knowing this could not possibly end well. “Please…”
“I’m not leaving without you, Greggo,” the Texan replied, taking another step closer.
Jason laughed at their exchange. “You’d better listen to him, Nicky. Don’t make me shoot you, too.”
“As long as Greg’s safe I don’t care what you do to me.”
“Stop moving,” Jason ordered, noting that Nick was only about five feet away. “Stop or I kill him right now. I’ll kill him then I’ll kill you,”
Greg squirmed, trying to give Nick a chance to do something to help their situation.
“You…” Jason chuckled, turning Greg’s body to face Nick, still using the younger man as a shield. “I’ve known you my entire life. I never thought you’d be one to turn to the dark side. Did this one change you?” he pistol whipped Greg again, a small trail of blood running down the side of his face.
“Greg!” Nick shouted, launching himself toward the gun in Jason’s hand.
The three of them fell to the ground in on big heap, Greg curling into a ball while Nick and Jason fought over the guns, each landing several punches and kicks in the process. Amidst the tangle of arms and legs there was a loud, resounding ‘BANG!’ that filled the air and a panic stricken look crossed Greg’s face as he looked up.
“Nicky?”
“Greg, go call for backup.” Nick said, sitting on top of the semi-conscious man, tossing the two guns out of reach and clutching his arm.
After making a quick call to Brass with very little information other than their location and a need for a squad car, Greg’s attention was back on Nick.
“Are you alright?” Nick asked him, looking over the would on the younger mans skull.
“I should be the one asking you that,” Greg replied taking in the bullet would on Nick’s arm. He moved the Texan’s hand away, replacing it with his own as the sirens blared in the background.
Chapter 13:
Three days had passed since Luke had been caught, and both of the men in custody weren’t talking. The DNA taken from the cousins matched irrefutably to the samples taken from Greg, along with the other evidence collected throughout the course of the investigation. But some pieces of the puzzle were still missing.
Greg’s arms crossed over his chest as he paced the aisles of the Barnes and Noble. Nick was over at the Starbucks purchasing frappuchino’s for them while he searched for a book he’d been looking for lately.
“Aha!” he declared, selecting a rather large volume from the lowest shelf, his injuries not too thrilled with the angle needed to do so.
Nick motioned him over from his place in line and the younger man joined his friend. “Did you find it?” the Texan questioned.
Greg nodded, flaunting the book he’d finally found. ‘CSI Stories: A look into the everyday life of Crime Scene Investigators,’ the title read, ‘By Jamie Thomas.’
“I assume that’s a ‘yes’?” he smiled, as he stepped up to order. “I need a grande white mocha frappuchino and a grande caramel frappuchino, and a piece of coffee cake, please?” he said, reciting the order from memory.
The younger man laughed, watching as the workers made their drinks, his leg aching a bit from over using it. “I’m gonna grab us a table. Okay, Nicky?”
Nick nodded, though there was really no need to save one, there were only three other people in the small café, all but one of which were seated already.
He watched as Greg took a seat by one of windows, setting his bag down on the wooden table, relaxing his plastered-encased leg as best he could.
A moment later, Nick joined him, setting the two coffee’s down in front of him before reaching across the table, covering Greg’s hand with his own. “You okay? You look a bit pale,” Nick commented, concerned.
Greg nodded, taking a sip of his drink. “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just sore.”
Nick didn’t look entirely convinced, but let it go, pulling the coffee cake out of the brown paper bag, both men quickly devouring it along with their frappuchino’s.
“Thanks for making me come with you, I needed to get out for a while,” the younger man admitted, surveying the room, his eyes landing back on his love.
The two of them were the only customers there, and the staff looked to be about ready to kick them out. So, they gathered up their trash, quickly throwing it away before heading for the door, perfectly content with the prospect of going back to Nick’s to sleep.
Greg’s leg was obviously hurting him, Nick noted, watching the younger man cringe with every step. “Baby, you stay here. The car’s still over at Circuit City, I’ll bring it around to you.”
“Alright…” he agreed, sitting down on the curb. Normally he would have protested against the idea, but his leg was killing him, he’d forgotten to take his pain medicine this morning.
With that, Nick started toward his Denali, parked on the other side of the large shopping center.
The young CSI now wish he’d just gone with Nick. It was dark, the lights had just gone out inside the store and it hurt to move. He was a sitting duck.
“Well, look who it is?” a voice behind him caused him to whirl around. That voice was his nightmare. And it was standing right behind him.
“You… what do you want?”
The man took a step closer, pulling Greg to his feet by the collar of his shirt. “You ratted us out, now you’ll have to pay for that..”
Greg whimpered, his eyes catching sight of the gun on the mans hip.
“Don’t think you’ll make it out alive this time, I don’t take too well to rats,” He spat in Greg’s face, backhanding him with his free hand. “And there’s no one around to help you, is there?”
The younger mans eyes scanned the parking lot for headlights, but he saw none, his gaze returning to his captor. The man looked to be as old as Nick was, he had light brown hair and piercing electric blue eyes. “Nick! Help me! Nicky!!!” he screamed as loud as he could, tears springing to his eyes as he watched the man reach for his gun.
The man holding him laughed. “He can’t help you.”
Greg’s breathing hitched in his throat, the gun now resting against his temple. “Please… don’t….” he cried, praying Nick would show up.
“You weren’t supposed to make it out of that alley. You should have been dead. But those cowards couldn’t do it.. They were supposed to finish the job…” he said menacingly, his finger moving closer and closer to the trigger.
“… Nicky…” he whimpered, closing his eyes.
The gun backed off a bit and Greg heard a car approaching. It had to be Nick.
“LVPD! Drop the weapon!”
He heard a car door slam shut, and dared to open his eyes. “Nick!”
“Shut up!” his captor hit him over the head with gun.
“Jason?” Nick’s voice was hesitant, as he stepped close enough to make out the figure holding his love hostage.
“Took you long enough, Nicky,” the man, Jason, snorted, tightening his grip on the younger mans neck.
Greg squirmed, trying to get to Nick. “It’s him, Nicky! He’s the third one!”
Upon hearing this, Nick chambered a round, aiming at Jason. “Let him go!”
Jason laughed. “You won’t shoot me. Nicky, we’re buddies, You can’t tell me he doesn’t bother you. He’s a freak! He’s gay, Nicky!” The man said, the muzzle of his gun still pressed to Greg’s head.
“And I’m in love with him! Now, get the hell away from him! I have no reservations about shooting you.” Nick replied, his finger on the trigger, ready to fire.
Jason laughed, “You’ll never do it. You’d never put killing someone on your conscious.”
Nick moved closer, his standard police issue Glock still trained on Greg’s captor. “You really wanna risk that? That I wouldn’t kill for someone I love?”
“Come on, Nicky. Give it up, we both know you can’t do it.”
“Watch me…” Nick threatened, but, before he could, Jason pulled Greg in front of him, preventing him from getting a clear shot. He lowered his weapon. “I thought you didn’t think I’d do it?”
In reply, Jason wrapped his arm around Greg’s throat, holding him still, the gun now aimed at Nick.
“Nicky, get out of here…” Greg pleaded with the man he loved, knowing this could not possibly end well. “Please…”
“I’m not leaving without you, Greggo,” the Texan replied, taking another step closer.
Jason laughed at their exchange. “You’d better listen to him, Nicky. Don’t make me shoot you, too.”
“As long as Greg’s safe I don’t care what you do to me.”
“Stop moving,” Jason ordered, noting that Nick was only about five feet away. “Stop or I kill him right now. I’ll kill him then I’ll kill you,”
Greg squirmed, trying to give Nick a chance to do something to help their situation.
“You…” Jason chuckled, turning Greg’s body to face Nick, still using the younger man as a shield. “I’ve known you my entire life. I never thought you’d be one to turn to the dark side. Did this one change you?” he pistol whipped Greg again, a small trail of blood running down the side of his face.
“Greg!” Nick shouted, launching himself toward the gun in Jason’s hand.
The three of them fell to the ground in on big heap, Greg curling into a ball while Nick and Jason fought over the guns, each landing several punches and kicks in the process. Amidst the tangle of arms and legs there was a loud, resounding ‘BANG!’ that filled the air and a panic stricken look crossed Greg’s face as he looked up.
“Nicky?”
“Greg, go call for backup.” Nick said, sitting on top of the semi-conscious man, tossing the two guns out of reach and clutching his arm.
After making a quick call to Brass with very little information other than their location and a need for a squad car, Greg’s attention was back on Nick.
“Are you alright?” Nick asked him, looking over the would on the younger mans skull.
“I should be the one asking you that,” Greg replied taking in the bullet would on Nick’s arm. He moved the Texan’s hand away, replacing it with his own as the sirens blared in the background.
