Courage

Short Story I thought of while writing my new book. It should be around four chapters once I've finished it. I hope you enjoy it.

Author: Lolly4Holly, no beta this time

Rated: (T) NC-17

Pairings: Nick Stokes and Greg Sanders pre-slash

Summary: Nick is kidnapped by the strangest psycho around. Will he escape their madness or will they torture him to death? (Some Nick angst)

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or any of its characters.

Warnings: Adult content, violence some gore and M/M minor slash relationship.


Chapter One:

"Nick!" Greg called out his name as he entered the layout room. Nick smiled up at him before he continued working on the boot prints laid out on the table in front of him. Greg leant on the table beside him, watching him a moment before he placed his hand over the top of Nick's.

"What are you doin' G?" He asked completely surprised as he looked up into the younger mans eyes.

"I can't stay away from you anymore." Greg looked into Nick's eyes as he curled their fingers together. "I know you like me Nicky; I've seen you staring at me."

Greg trailed his soft fingertip across Nick's bare arm, making the hairs on his arm stand on end.

"W-when?" Nick stammered through a shaky breath as he could feel the younger mans hot breath on his neck.

"This morning . . . at the crime scene," Greg whispered, fluttering his long lashes across his cheeks as he slid his fingertip across Nick's bicep. "When you were staring at my butt." He continued on until his fingertip reached Nick's prickly jaw line. "So, why haven't you asked me out yet? It's been years Nicky."

"Wa-wait." Nick stopped him as Greg's other hand rested on his thigh. He lifted it from his leg then pushed Greg's other hand away from his chin, looking into the younger mans seductive brown eyes. He gulped hard then did something he had wanted to do for a long time.

Nick crashed his lips into Greg's, giving him a soft closed mouth kiss before he gently slid his tongue across his lips, teasing them open before he slid his tongue into the warm wet mouth of his best friend.

Nick moaned softly as Greg's tongue massaged his own. He parted his lips against Greg's as he gasped for breath, soon realising he wasn't in the lab with Greg, but he was in bed alone, having yet another fantasy dream about Greg.

Rubbing his tired eyes open, Nick sat up then looked around at the time, realising he had only been asleep for two hours and already he was dreaming about the man he had fallen in love with, but was too chicken to let him know.

Nick reached for his phone on the bedside table, scrolling through his contacts until he got to Greg's name. His thumb hovered over the call send button as he thought about calling Greg to see if he was awake.

But Nick chickened out again.

He tossed the phone onto the side then readjusted his uncomfortably tight shorts before he struggled to get back to sleep again.

No matter what he did, he couldn't ever stop thinking about Greg.

Suddenly a hand clamped down over his mouth. Nick snapped his eyes open, struggling to reach out to his attacker, but the hand over his mouth smelt funny, and the more he struggled the sleepier he became.


Nick awoke in darkness. His hands were tightly cuffed behind his back in metal restraints, there was blood in his mouth and the pain in his head was so bad it made him retch. He struggled to get his hands free, but his wrists were securely tied.

There was no getting out of them any time soon.

Taking a look around the room he was inside, Nick spotted a half open sleeping bag in the corner of the room. A shoddy looking stool in the middle of the room and a flickering light overhead that made his head hurt even more.

The pain was so excruciating, it felt as though a spiked bowling ball was rolling around there.

Suddenly, the door in the far corner loudly creaked open, making Nick wince from the pain in his head. Two large guys made their way over to him then lifted him so he was up on his knees.

A third man walked into the room once they had Nick secure.

Nick ran his eyes across the carefully polished shoes, the perfectly pressed pants and the posh business suit jacket; complete with a neatly folded pocket square and a matching tie. He raised his eyes to his face, shivering as his looks were fearfully ugly. He looked as though he had lost a fight with a lawn mower from all the scars and deep gashes to his facial features, along with the cold dark eyes and the jaggered teeth that screamed psycho killer.

"Evening." He started in a hoarse whisper as he made his way into the room, towards where Nick was kneeling.

"What do you want from me?" Nick asked as he stood right in front of him.

"We're going to . . . play a little game." He erupted into a wide smile then started to cackle with laughter as Nick looked up at him in fear for his life.


Please Review!

I hope you liked the beginning :D Next chapter should be up by tomorrow.

~ Holly