An evidence bag?
Greg couldn't understand what horrors the man could inflict with an evidence bag. But he did not underestimate the man.
"Lets see", Max said his voice similar to that of a curious child, "What should we send your friends? A lock of hair? A finger?" Max moved over to Greg, who was growing more and more anxious. Max put his hand on Greg's crotch and stroked him lazily through his trousers, "Your dick?"
Greg's eyes widened terrified. He frantically shook his head, "Please, please don't!"
Max smiled when he got that terrified response, "Well then, how about your DNA?"
Without a pause Max thrust the bag over Greg's face. Greg struggled as his oxygen supply was suddenly cut off. He fought Was this really how he was going to die? By being suffocated by this sadist?
There was so much he wanted to do. He wanted to see his family again. He wanted to see his friends. Just spend one more breakfast at the diner. Wanted to tell Nick how he felt about him. Even if he never would, he just wanted the chance to.
"Don't kill him", Greg heard Nigel say casually, as though he was talking about the weather, and not whether someone lived or died. White spots were beginning to form in front of Greg's eyes and his struggles were becoming weak and sluggish.
"I won't", he heard Max reply over the roaring in his ears, "I'm going to have some fun with him".
And in that moment, as he passed out, Greg knew part of him hoped he would die. Because he didn't know how he would ever find his way back from this torture.
He knew he must be dreaming.
Because there was no way he could be in Nick's arms right now. He'd never get up the courage to tell Nick how he felt about him. How everytime he went past Greg felt his face light up. Or everytime he smiled at him Greg felt his heart flutter.
But for now he would enjoy his dream.
"You're perfect", Nick whispered.
Nick ran his hands down Greg's stomach, to the button of his jeans. Greg moaned as Nick undid the button and pulled his jeans down to his thighs.
He groaned when Nick wrapped his hand around his member. With quick strokes he brought Greg to the brink of insanity.
Nick laughed, "You like that huh?" Greg furrowed his eyebrows. Something about Nick's voice was off. His accent sounded different and his voice sounded deeper.
Greg couldn't ponder these thoughts for too long as Nick lowered his head to Greg's penis and blew cold air on the tip before engulfing the head.
"Nick", Greg gasped.
"Nick?" Came a different, angry voice, "Nicky is mine!"
Greg opened his eyes, his climax quickly approaching. The van! He was still in the van! The kidnapping!
Greg looked down and yelled as he saw Max with his mouth wrapped around his cock. Greg felt his insides crawl at the image. And with his hands bound behind his back there was nothing he could do about it.
"No! NO! PLEASE STOP!" Greg yelled frantically as he felt himself reaching completion. "PLEASE DON'T!" He yelled as his orgasm blasted through him.
Greg sobbed as he watched Max lift his head off Greg' member. Max reached for the evidence bag and spat his mouthful into it. He grinned at the disgusted look on Greg's face as he sealed the evidence bag, "That should be enough DNA".
Greg wept silently as max got out of the van.
He knew he'd never come back from this.
"Grissom!" Ecklie called as he entered the man's office.
The team had gathered there with every shred of evidence they had on Nigel Crane, Max Fitz and Officer Michaels. It had taken half an hour to calm Nick down after they arrived at the place Greg was held. A half an hour Sarah had bitterly pointed out that could have been spent looking for Greg.
Still they were coming up short.
"What is it Ecklie?" Grissom asked looking up from the file he was currently reading. He was trying desperately to hold at bay the hopelessness that threatened to consume him.
"Swing shift got called to a possible 419 at a motel in Summerland", Eclie said, "They got there and all they found was an evidence bag. No body, no blood, no sign of any murder".
"So?" Catherine said not seeing any significance in his statement. Nick had frozen beside Catherine. An evidence bag at a fake 419 call? That was dangerously close to his kidnapping.
"The evidence bag had Sanders' name on it", Ecklie finished.
This got the attention of everyone in the room. "Greg" Sarah said looking hopeful yet wary. Ecklie nodded in response, steeling himself for what he knew he had to tell them next.
"What was in the evidence bag?" Grissom asked noticing Ecklie appeared uncomfortable.
Ecklie coughed, "Semen". The look of hope drained from Sarah's face as Nick glowed red with anger. "Wendy's analysing it now".
Simultaneously everyone in Grissom's office stood. Grissom led the way to Wendy's lab. In Wendy's lab sat the DNA specialist, her face pale and sickly looking.
She looked up as the graveyard shift entered her lab. She opened her mouth to tell them the results but her words seemed to fail her. Instead she simply handed the print out to Grissom.
Grissom read the results aloud, "The semen came from Greg", he said and the faces of the team turned horrified and upset, "There was a second contribution. Saliva, belonging to an unknown male donor".
Warick spluttered, "He... he".
Grisoom nodded, knowing what the csi was unable to say. Max Fitz presumably had forced oral on Greg.
"Poor Greg", Nick whispered and tears ran down his face.
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