Title: Circumstances (AU)
Just because the circumstances are so wrong, it doesn't mean it can't turn out to be something so right.
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: Mature
Chapter One: Free
This is the first instalment in my new story. It's also my first story on my account after I rebooted it and deleted everything. I hope I can do the characters justice and hope you all enjoy.
He froze on the spot, his body paralyzed with fear. He was shaking, sweat trickled down his bloody forehead, the two mixing together and slipping down the side of his face. The other two people in the room began shouting around him as the sirens drew closer to their location. They hadn't expected the cops so quickly it had sent the other guys into panic mode, what was meant to be quick and organised had turned into messy and sloppy could see the panic on one of the guys faces, something he didn't often see. A gun was being pushed against his back and was being yelled at to move but he couldn't. He couldn't find the strength within himself to move, he contemplated allowing himself to be shot. It would be better than the alternative, anything was better than leaving this place with them.
The gun was pushed further into his back, jolting him from his thoughts and causing him to stumble forward and collapse onto the floor, his body barely able to keep him standing. He groaned wishing they would shoot him were he was on the floor and just let him be put out his misery. He could hear an angry voice above him but he wasn't focusing enough to make out the he was saying but it was obvious when moments later he was yanked from the ground by his hair. The guy just sneered at him and thrust a gun into his arms causing him to flinch at the force it was delivered with, the other man laughing at his reaction as he sauntered off.
Before he had chance to fully register that he was alone, the door was being kicked in and officers were surrounding him, guns pointed directly at his chest. He looked around the room dazed for a second, eyes drawn to the flashing lights outside, when did they get here he thought to himself, panic washing over him as it dawned on him that he had been left to take the blame for what they had done. His body trembled in fear at the vast amount of guns he had pointed at him, surely he wasn't a threat, these men could easily take him down, so why there were 10 guns pointed his way. Then he froze and his eyes drifted down to the gun he held in his trembling hands, he threw the gun to the ground in an instance, like it had burnt him. He had barely looked up when he felt his body hit the ground full force and a snap echo in his ears before pain was shooting through his body. He tried to lift his head but everything was blurred and disoriented and then everything was black.
He found himself gasping as icy water hit his face and he sat bolt up, or at least he tried to, he was cuffed. He must of passed out when he hit the ground and squinted trying to take in his surroundings but didn't get much chance to as two officers hoisted him up by his arms and walked him over to the patrol car, sticking him in the back, slamming the door after him. He remained silent, tuning out all the voices he could hear and closing his eyes as he tried to absorb what had happened in the last couple of hours. He suddenly found a small smile tugging at the corner of his dry lips, in some twisted way, being in the back of a police car, cuffed was his idea of freedom. It made no sense on paper but compared to what he would of had to face he would take handcuffed in a cop car over that any day. He just hoped the alternative didn't come and find him.
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