WARNING: Rated M - 18+
Chapter Eight: Calm Before The Storm
Nick rubbed his eyes awake, looking around the strange surroundings. The ceiling was bright green, but the walls were a much brighter shade of orange, almost the same colour as those orange traffic cones found on construction sites. Nick wondered why anyone would want their bedroom to be that colour, it would be impossible to sleep in. Especially since Greg slept during the daytime. Why wouldn't he of picked a dark blue or purple colour?
Nick glanced around the rest of the room, spotting some old Vegas books stacked up on the dresser in the far corner, Nick noticed Greg's book he wrote straight away as he had a copy on his bedside table. To be fair he only read half so he didn't really know what it was about, but from the half he read, he could tell Greg was an amazing writer.
On the other side of the books, were stacks of CD's. He couldn't make out all the titles on the CD's, but most of them were dark covered with gothic letters all over them. One he noticed in particular as it was bright red marked 'Marilyn Manson.' The classic Greg from the lab days, he always had his music blaring through the lab, but since he left to do field work the lab had been so quiet.
As his eyes moved around the room he saw a chair sat in the corner with a large teddy bear sat on it with an electric guitar sat behind that. Two sides of Greg that Nick had never known about, his love of cuddly toys and loud rock music. Nick smiled as he glanced up from that, seeing a photo of Greg hung on the wall. Greg had brown hair with a bleached faux Mohawk down the centre of his head. Nick's heart skipped a beat thinking how cute he looked.
Nick looked at the sleeping body on the bed beside him, so much cuter then a picture. He smiled looking at Greg's beauty as he softly snoozed. Nick ran his eyes across Greg's body, remembering the sensual bliss of his kiss and the overdrive of shock waves that surged through his body when he touched him. It was the morning after a night of heated passion and he had no regrets what so ever.
For once.
He didn't have to quickly gather his clothes and rush out the apartment before they woke up, promising to call them again, but never even attempting to dial their number or make eye contact with them again.
Nope, Greg was a step up from his usual dates. A giant step up, he was on a whole new level of his own.
Nick felt like screaming out with excitement and joy. He was so proud of himself that he finally did it. He finally told Greg Sanders how he feels about him. He finally got to kiss his gorgeous lips, something he had fantasised about for years. Whenever he kissed one of his dates goodnight, he'd close his eyes and imagine he was kissing Greg, but Greg's kiss was a thousand times over better than any of them combined, even the ones he was drunk for.
Nick lay on his side, admiring Greg's body once again. He had never woken up to one night stands and wanted to stay and cuddle, with them he wanted to run screaming from the room, but Greg just had something special that made Nick want to stay. At least to say good morning to him, even though it was night and possibly even to snatch another kiss, after all he had loved him for six years and waited until last night to kiss him, but this time around he wanted to savour the taste and take it much slower.
As soon as he wakes up. Nick smiled licking his lips. He couldn't wait to taste Greg again, or even the feel of Greg's warm body around his. As Nick started to think about Greg's body enveloping him the evidence began to show down below. This was one time he wasn't worried about thinking about Greg and getting hard from it.
Greg softly stirred awake, smiling as he saw Nick looking at him. "Thank God that wasn't a dream." Greg joyfully exclaimed as he rubbed his eyes open. Greg rolled onto his side, copying Nick's actions then looked at him in the eyes. "Good Morning Nicky."
"Mornin G." Nick dreamily returned.
"So Nicky..." Greg smiled excitedly, unable to finish his sentence. "You didn't sneak out of my house while I was asleep . . . that's a good sign." He smirked.
"I told you, it wasn't a one night stand Greg." Nick smiled, reaching out to brush his thumb across Greg's jaw line. "I meant everythin I said last night."
"Everything huh?" Greg smiled. "So when you said I kiss better then you imagined, does that mean you've fantasised about kissing me?"
Nick shyly smiled. "So many times G."
"So when I handed you my beer . . . were you thinking the same thing as me?" Greg asked running his hand through Nick's short crop hair.
"If you were thinkin it was almost like kissin you . . . then yeah."
Greg flashed another grin. "That's exactly what I was thinking too." Greg inched closer to Nick looking deeply into his eyes.
Nick suddenly felt nervous from the advance of Greg's body, closer to his own. "Would you like some breakfast G? Technically its night time, but this is our usual breakfast time..."
"I thought nervous ramblings, was my trait." Greg giggled, cutting him off. "Now shut up and kiss me Stokes." Nick licked his lips, closing the distance between them. Their lips slowly came together, sparking with energy on impact, like two live wires being brushed against each other.
Nick held his gaze a moment then moved in for an intense heated passionate kiss of excitement and lust, entwining their tongues in one another's mouths for a desperate hunger that could never be satisfied, it was like ecstasy.
Nick broke apart slightly for a gasp of air, then continued to entwine his ravenous tongue in Greg's mouth. For something that was said to be a sinful act that you burn in hell for. It felt so right and exciting. Nick could feel goosebumps and waves of electricity surging through his body as they continued to engage in the kiss only breaking for a gasp of air.
Nick's hands found their way to the small of Greg's back, pulling him closer towards him so their chests were pressed up against each other. Nick could feel Greg's heartbeat pounding against his own chest, making this moment just that little bit more heated, then their equally aroused manly parts came in first contact.
Nick shivered in delight, breaking the kiss just for a brief moment to give out a soft moan. Greg started to move his hips against Nick's, increasing his pleasure just that little bit more.
Anymore and he was going to explode right there and then. Nick squeezed his eyes tightly shut trying to hold on. Greg's kissing increased, along with his hip movements, causing Nick's toes to curl as the rush of tingles spread through his entire body. He thought yesterday was heaven, but today was even better.
He could get used to this.
Greg's body started to shudder first. They slowly broke apart from their kissing, panting in perfect synchronization with one another, looking deep into each other's eyes as they lost control of their bodies once again.
Nick moaned Greg's name as he released his pent up seed across Greg. The warmth of Nick on his body made Greg's shudders become desperate, his body started to numb with pleasurable bliss as he released his seed between him and Nick.
Both men rolled onto their backs panting heavily, almost like that of a purring cat, completely content, not a moment of regrets.
After a long moment of silent, their breathing returned to normal, but Nick's heart rate was still soaring.
"So Nicky." Greg rolled onto his side leaning up on his elbow. "About that breakfast . . . anything you fancy?"
"It's completely up to you G." Nick smiled, copying Greg's actions.
"You know Nicky . . . I make killer waffles." Greg grinned, licking his lips.
"Waffles sounds perfect G . . . but we're kinda sticky."
"Shower it is." Greg grinned, excitedly. "Wonna join me?"
God I was hoping he'd ask me that.
Nick climbed to his feet, following the man of his dreams to the bathroom.
This is the stuff heaven is made of. Nick thought to himself as Greg climbed into the shower, waiting for him to join him.
Yep I could definitely get used to this.
Nearly twenty years of chasing women of all shapes and sizes to satisfy his desperate needs, had finally been put at peace with one man, just by brushing up against him.
Nick felt like a new man as he stepped in that shower beside Greg.
And he wasn't ever going back to his old ways.
After Nick and Greg finally emerged from the most heated, blissfully intense shower of their lives, they got dressed heading for the kitchen for their breakfast.
Nick leant against the counter watching as Greg danced around the kitchen to his fast paced techno music, making them their waffles. Nick broke into a smile every time Greg turned to face him, singing his own version of the lyrics about him and Nick with the most adorable grin plastered across his face.
Nick stepped closer pinning Greg up against the fridge, breaking into another insatiable kiss, instantly bringing his body back to life.
"Finally." Greg gasped. "I was wondering how much longer I'd have to sing for, until you did that." He cheekily grinned.
"Your plan worked like a charm." Nick grinned, kissing him again.
This was definitely love, Nick would never kiss one of his dates this much. It wasn't just a lusty feeling for Greg's sexy body, he loved his personality, mind, looks, but most of all he just loved Greg for being Greg.
"Waffles are burning Tex." Greg laughed pulling apart from the kiss. Greg flipped the waffles onto some plates then spun round on one foot to hand Nick his breakfast. "Now I never make these for anyone else I sleep with . . . so consider yourself lucky."
"I already do."
"Grissom you know I can work this case. I'm exactly the type of person you need workin this case and you really can't afford to take me off it just coz of one minor slip up." Nick desperately tried to explain his case. Coming from a family of lawyers he knew just how to persuade Grissom enough to get him back on the serial rapist case.
"Okay Nick." Grissom huffed. "One more chance, I don't wonna hear about any more violent outbursts towards other officers though."
"Promise." Nick nodded.
"Okay, go on then. You're back on." Grissom ushered Nick out of his office so he could get back to work, before the FBI came in and took over everything.
Nick marched back through the halls towards the layout room, where Catherine was going through the evidence files on her own. "You back?"
"Back in business." He winked making her smile.
"Okay well I talked to Helen Staffmoore at the hospital, she said they hadn't raped her yet and the tests came back negative for semen. Seems they do the killing and raping under the drug influences coz she didn't have anything in her system either."
"But how do we find this guy, before he gets his next three victims?" Nick asked still desperately worried about Greg's safety, especially now that they were involved.
"Greg's gonna be fine Nicky." She said softly, tapping him on the hand. Nick nodded looking up into her eyes.
"We don't know where this guy is. We've got his dead brother, the three girls and his van . . . now I guess we're supposed to just sit on our hands and wait for the corpses to start pilin' up again." He grumbled.
Greg stepped into the room looking over all the evidence pictures. "At least we know it's Bennie Marius and he's wearing a black cupid outfit . . . kinda stands out in a crowd." Catherine and Nick nodded in agreement. "I got an idea." Greg said looking up at them both.
"Grissom no, you can't go along with this." Nick shouted watching as the FBI agents gave Greg a wire and a locator inside his watch. "Grissom..."
"It's out of my hands Nick, the sheriff, Ecklie and the FBI are on my ass about this. Greg agreed to it . . . so there's nothing I can do." Grissom informed him then walked off.
Sure when Sara opts to be the next target of a serial killer, you fight for her survival, but Greg you just throw your hands up and walk away. Nick thought angrily as he watched in horror as the FBI agents talked to Greg about what to do.
This was by far the worst plan anyone could have ever come up with, and it was Greg's idea.
Nick decided he wasn't going to sit back and let Greg do this. He marched into the office grabbing Greg by the arm to pull him out into the hall for some privacy.
"Greg I can't let you do this..."
"It's not up to you, it's my choice. Nick three more people are gonna die, if we don't catch him after that who knows how many more are going to die. We're out of options this is our last hope."
"Well it sucks." Nick moaned, folding his arms across his chest. "Greg I can't lose you, not now, not after..." Nick paused looking deep into Greg's eyes. "Not after everythin we've been through together . . . I love you Greg, I can't let you do this."
"You don't have a choice Nick, it's my choice. I want to do this, who knows how many people I'll save..."
"What if this whole thing goes belly up and you die too. I can't be left on my own again G; I love you more than my own life. I'd throw myself in front of a bus for you...please Greg, don't do this." Nick pleaded again.
"Ready Sanders?" An FBI agent asked, walking out into the hall.
Greg looked at Nick a moment then nodded.
"No Greg, please, please." Nick continued to plead, but Greg pulled away from him following the agents off down the hall.
Nick dropped his head into his hands as tears began to pool from his eyes. It was like watching Greg walking off to a death sentence, he began to fear he would never see him again and that would be how their relationship was left off.
Nick knees began to shake as he nervously watched the monitors. Since the killer knew who Greg was they didn't have to hide him. Greg walked around the market for an hour or two, then returned home, while the FBI monitored the traffic going in and out of his apartment building.
Nick watched closely on the monitor as Greg fished out Nick's jacket taking in the deep scents of Nick Stokes. He really does love me. Nick smiled watching the seemingly innocent act that soon brought Greg's eyes to tears.
"How much longer are we gonna do this?" Nick snapped at one of the FBI agents.
"For the last time Stokes, would you keep it down." Agent Banks snapped at him.
"Seriously, how much longer? What we should be doin' is monitorin' all the victims on that list not just Greg..."
"Worried coz we're using your boyfriend as bait?" Agent Banks snapped again. "Just shut up and sit down Stokes, we allowed you to stay to watch, not to talk or interfere in our investigation..."
"You don't even know how this guy thinks; I've stood feet from him. He's not goin' to take Greg in his apartment if there's a white van parked at each end of the street..."
"Last warning Stokes, one more I'm throwing yah out and you can walk back to the lab." Agent Banks warned him. Nick glared at him angrily then slumped back in his chair watching Greg.
"There's someone at his door..."
"Stokes shut up..."
"You!!!" He retorted like a five year old. "There's someone at his front door." Nick shouted again, pointing to the monitor. As the camera was facing Greg's door they could only see the back of the guys head. "Why are you just sittin here?" Nick shouted, getting frustrated. "There's a guy at his front door."
"Yeah, I heard yah." The agent snapped again radioing the other van at the other end of the street with Grissom inside. Nick watched as Greg went to answer the door. He couldn't take it anymore.
"Stokes!!!" Agent Banks shouted as he jumped out the back of the van heading for Greg's apartment building. "God damn it!!!"
Nick ran inside seeing the undercover cop sat behind the desk was dead. Nick pulled his gun from his holster taking the stairs two at a time, up to Greg's floor. He paced his breathing as he turned the corner, thinking the suspect must be armed since the guard downstairs seemed to have bullet like wounds in his body.
Nick looked down the hall seeing Greg's apartment door was open. He clung to the wall slowly creeping towards the door, just like he was trained to do. Nick carefully pushed the door open, seeing visible signs of a struggle in the front room.
Nick jumped hearing a muffled scream coming from down the hall. He ran down the hall kicking the second bedroom door open seeing the curtains were blowing around as the window was open. Nick walked slowly into the bedroom seeing a fire escape ladder on the outside.
Damn it!!!
Nick's heart started racing with fear as he approached the window. He looked down seeing Greg being dragged by a man in a mask.
He had two options.
First option, he could save the love of his life or be killed in the process.
Second option, he could follow protocol and wait for backup.
Screw them!!!
Nick climbed out the window onto the ladder quickly taking it down. Lucky for him he's never had a problem with heights, just small dark places or cramped rooms, where he couldn't see the exits.
Nick ran full speed after the suspect, swinging his arms at his sides for more power in his step. The suspect heard Nick running down the alley, turning round to face him firing two shots.
"Noooo!!!" Greg screamed, trying to pull away from the suspect.
Nick watched in shock as the suspects gun was slammed into the side of Greg's head, knocking him down to the alley floor. Nick felt cold trembles throughout his body, suddenly finding himself unable to move.
Nick dropped to his knees watching as Greg was wrestled into the back of a freshly painted black van. He tried to call out Greg's name, but the words caught in his throat.
The van was driving away and there was nothing Nick could do.
Nick felt a sudden dizziness and loss of balance washing over him. His arms started to shake then his body gave way, crashing onto the alley floor beneath him. He tried to move his hands to soften his fall, but they were completely numbed along with the rest of his body.
Nick's head crashed onto the floor, the impact itself caused a loss of consciousness, then just like that, Nick was put into a deep sleep.
Replaying the image of Greg being dragged away over and over again . . .
Sorry I know another cliffe :D More coming up soon though so don't worry you won't have to wait too long.
Thanks to Alex and Tish for beta-ing :)
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