The evidence never lies. That had always been his motto, his creed, out in the field and in his life. Gil Grissom believed in the evidence in front of him, above anything else.
But just this once, he would have liked to not trust it.
There was no denying the truth though. There was a second voice on the cassette tape.
Walter Gordon had been helped by an accomplice. Nick's nightmare might not be over.
Grissom acted immediately. "Let's keep this between the two of us," he told Archie rather forcefully and left the A/V lab quickly, without giving his coworker a chance to argue.
It was a rash decision but he knew it was the right one, even though he was withholding information his team would want to know. It was something that would normally be a shared burden between all of them. After years of working together, Gil, Sara, Warrick, Catherine and Greg had built up enough trust in each other that there were no secrets kept among them. Which was why he couldn't tell the team. Anyone else would want to tell Nick, arguing he had the right to know.
But no one else would completely understand.
Gil was the one in Nick's bed, when night after night, Nick woke up soaked in sweat; terrified from his latest nightmare. No one else knew he spent hours tossing and turning, unwilling to relax, afraid if he slept that the horrible dreams would come again.
His team didn't hadn't seen the time when his closet door had swung shut behind Nick and he to hold him for hours afterwards for Nick to calm down from his panicked state.
There were no other witnesses to the pained expression upon Nick's face every time he saw Gil's ant farm, until his lover had finally given it away.
No. At work, Nick appeared healed and functional, but Grissom knew of the scars he was still hiding. His poor Nicky had suffered enough already. There was no way he would allow the idea to enter in his lover's head that it could somehow happen to him again.
No. Grissom had to keep this a secret.
