Hey guys! This is my new story. As I already told you (if you read my previous story, that is :) ), this one's a little more Nick-heavy than you might be used to from me. It's interesting for me to write a story from a different angle for once, but don't you worry! Greg's VERY prominent in this one, as well! Never would I forget about our beloved Greggo :)

Enjoy and please tell me what you think! ;)

"Alright, Mr. Petersen. Why don't you start from the beginning. What happened?" Nick asked a guest at a restaurant that was robbed an hour ago. While detective Reed and Greg were in the front talking to the other victims, Nick was in the kitchen, Mr. Petersen was sitting there with a wrapped up arm. The robbers shot at him, but it was just a graze wound.

"I really need to get home now, do I need to sign something or...?" Mr. Petersen asked rather nervously.

"I'm afraid you can't just leave right now. It's your right to refuse to go to the hospital with this wound, but you can't leave this investigation until you answered all my questions."

Greg walked away from the guest he just interviewed. He sighed. "Are yours as uncooperative as mine?"

Reed smiled. "I didn't listen to what yours said, but I'm sure mine are even worse."

He smiled back. "Where's Nick?" He arrived a bit late, therefor didn't know that Nick was talking more privately with Mr. Petersen.

"In the kitchen." Reed looked to an old lady who was walking up to her. "Oh no, not again, she won't stop talking!" She put on a fake smile. "Mrs. Hale, what can I do for you?"

Greg giggled and shook his head a bit as he was making his way into the kitchen. He knocked on the door and opened. Mr. Petersen was lying on the floor, there was blood all over him. Nick was standing in a corner, blood all over him, as well, and a very shocked look on his face. He had cuts on his face and hands and was breathing heavily. "Oh my god, Nick... I need some help in here!" Greg shouted out to Reed before walking in. He bended down, taking a quick look at Mr. Petersen. When he didn't appear to be breathing, he wanted to check for a pulse.

"Don't touch him!" Nick yelled.

Greg turned around and walked over to Nick. "What happened? Are you alright?" As he reached out his hand to help his friend, Nick fought it off.

"Don't!"

"...What...? Nick, I'm trying to help you. We need to stop the bleeding!"

"Don't touch me!"

Reed hurried inside. "Jesus..." As she saw Mr. Petersen lying there, she quickly put on some gloves and checked for a pulse. "No pulse..." She ran out to get the paramedics.

"Please calm down, Nick. I'll just take a look at these cuts, see how deep they are, okay? I'm not going to hurt you. I promise." Greg slowly walked up closer to Nick. He was pushed away forcefully, looking at Nick puzzled.

"He's HIV positive..." Nick finally said with a harrowing voice.

Greg looked at Mr. Petersen, then back at Nick. "...Okay..." He pulled out some gloves and put them on, then tried again to get closer to Nick. He flinched back as Greg's hand got closer to his face and shoved it away. "Come on, we touch lots of nasty stuff with these gloves on, your face is not where I draw the line!"

He managed to make Nick laugh for a second, but he still wouldn't let Greg touch him. The paramedics walked in, three of them quickly hurried to help Mr. Petersen. One walked up to Nick. He still hesitated to be examined. Greg talked to the paramedic for a minute and then was able to convince Nick to be looked on.

As Nick was being treated at the hospital, Greg was in the examination room with him, reading a magazine.

"It's really not necessary for you to wait here, you know," Nick said as a doctor was taking a blood sample.

"I know." Greg turned a page in his magazine. "But I'm not gonna let you go through this alone just so that you can be all broody and keeping everything to yourself." Greg looked up from the magazine to give Nick a smile.

He smiled back. "So what's gonna happen now?"

"We've already started with the post-exposure prophylaxis, you'll have to take this for a month. We started very soon which is a good thing. It reduces the likelihood of an infection to a minimum. You need to get a test in three and six months, but you should be fine," the doctor said as she smiled at him. "Don't worry too much, positive thinking helps a lot."

Nick nodded. The look on his face made it obvious he still worried, though.

"You really don't have to do this, Greg..." Nick said as Greg walked into Nick's apartment with grocery bags in his hands.

"Oh, stop it." He rolled his eyes smiling. He put the groceries on the kitchen cupboard.

"I could've gone grocery shopping myself, you know."

"I know that. But you needed some rest. How are you feeling?" Greg walked over to Nick.

"I'm fine, stop asking me that, will you?" He sat down on the couch.

"You need anything else?"

"Nope."

"Okay." Greg sat down next to Nick.

"What are you doing?"

"What'd you mean? Oh... Are you hungry? You want me to fix you something?"

"No..." Nick laughed a bit. "Don't you have to get back to work?"

"I told Russell I'm stuck in traffic, I got about 20 minutes!" He had a grin on his face as if this plan was the plan of an evil genius.

"Get out of here," Nick said with a smile on his face. "I'm fine, it's not like I'm bound to my bed, I can do everything myself."

"...Are you sure? I could take a few days off and..."

"I'm not taking a few days off, so why should you?"

"You're not...?"

"No, I can work just fine! Besides, I still need to file my report and talk to Russell about the incident." He got up. "Actually I could do this right now."

"What? You wanted to get some rest and..."

"I am rested. Let's go." He gently pushed Greg towards the door.