A/N: Hey peeps, here is the continuation of the last chapter. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing, it means a lot to me :)

Summary – Nick and Warrick find out why Greg has been acting so strangely, but will the young CSI be okay? And who is responsible?

Recovery

"Where is Greg?" Nick asked Warrick as he looked over the dance floor for the sandy haired man. It had been at least an hour since the two older CSI's had seen their younger friend.

"Maybe he got lucky" Warrick said with a lopsided smile before taking another sip of his beer.

"Maybe" Nick mumbled. "But he wouldn't just leave without warning, would he?"

Something wasn't right, Nick could feel it, call it brotherly instinct. Greg had been acting really weird. Most people, like Warrick, would put it down to the alcohol. But Nick had seen Greg drunk before and it usually made the young man really tired, not hyperactive, and he seemed to have gone from tipsy to extremely drunk very quickly.

Warrick rolled his eyes at the concerned look on his friends face "Look, if it'll make you feel better we'll try and find him. But, if we stumble across something we don't want to see, it's your fault"

Nick gave him a thankful smile and the pair checked all around the building, but there was no sight of their young friend anywhere. The CSI's made their way back to the bar. The girl who Greg had asked to dance was just picking up her bag and saying goodbye to her friends before heading over to the exit.

"Excuse me!" Nick called after her, the woman turned to face him. "Our friend who took you to dance, do you know where he is?"

"Oh yeah, Greggo!" the woman sad with a laugh "He's round the back outside, he's a really good kisser" she said biting her lip.

"Good to know" Warrick deadpanned.

"Make sure he calls!" the woman said chirpily before leaving the CSI's still feeling very confused.

"We better go find him" Nick said, still determined to put his worry at bay.

The two CSI's headed out of the club and round to the back alley, where they saw the still figure of their friend sprawled out across the floor.

"Oh my God" Warrick breathed as the pair sprinted over.

"Greggo!" Nick exclaimed as he slid down onto his knees beside his friend. "Hey, Greggo. Can you hear me? Wake up, man" the CSI pleaded whilst Warrick called for an ambulance.

"Man, I don't like the look of that head wound" Warrick said after he'd gotten off the phone.

"Me either" Nick said quietly, his voice plagued with worry. "He's really shivering" the CSI stated as he pulled Greg into his arms and held him tightly for warmth.

Warrick knelt down and felt Greg's pulse "That's strange then, his forehead is sweating and his pulse is going really fast. So, physical symptoms suggest this is an internal thing, not helped by the head wound though. Maybe that girl attacked him." He theorised.

"Oh, come on Greggo" Nick pleaded "Don't do this to us man" he pulled the young man closer still, feeling extremely guilty for not being there to protect Greg like he'd promised to do just minutes ago. "I'm sorry Greg" he whispered, stroking the sweaty strands of hair off the young man's forehead.

"Hey, he's going to be okay" Warrick said placing a comforting hand on Nick's shoulder. "This is Greg Sanders we're talking about, he don't go down easy" Nick wanted to believe him.

5 minutes later, and the ambulance arrived. Nick was reluctant to let Greg go but Warrick finally managed to coax him away. The medics started shouting numbers and words the CSI's didn't really understand, as they strapped Greg onto a gurney.

"You guys coming?" one of the medics asked. Nick and Warrick didn't even hesitate before jumping in to the ambulance, ready to keep watch over their little brother.

Nick and Warrick had been waiting for nearly two hours when the doctor finally came with some news. Both CSI's jumped up, feeling equally anxious about Greg's condition.

"We checked Mister Sander's system for drugs due to some of the physical symptoms he was displaying and we found high amounts of ecstasy in his system."

"Ecstasy?!" Warrick exclaimed in disbelief. Nick had gone pale and speechless "Greg would never take ecstasy!"

"Well, I'm sorry but that's just what we found" the doctor said. "But, he will make a full recovery; we managed to pump the drug from his system. Judging by his sprained ankle, Mister Sanders fell and hit his head, which caused him to have a mild concussion."

"C-can we see him?" Nick stuttered. He was still feeling utterly shocked.

"Absolutely" the doctor said with a smile and led them into Greg's room.

The young CSI looked awfully pale as he slept. His breathing still sounded a little heavy and his body quivered a little. Nick gave a shaky breath as he sat beside Greg and took hold of his hand, trying to give some warmth. Warrick stood at the end of the bed looking guilty; he'd just assumed the kid was drunk.

"Someone did this to him" Nick seethed angrily "Greg wouldn't just take drugs; someone must have slipped them to him"

"I know, but why, and who?" Warrick questioned "Who would do that to Greg?"

"Someone who may not live another day when I find them" Nick threatened.

The friends sat and simply watched Greg's still form as his chest bobbed up and down; just praying he would wake up soon. Warrick had called to tell the others and promised to keep them informed. It was around 2am when Warrick got a phone call.

"Oh, hey Brass…" the CSI said as he rubbed a tired hand down his face. Nick looked at his friend expectantly as Warrick listened to what the detective had to say. As the talk went on, a deep frown formed on Warrick's face. "Okay, I'll be right there" he said and hung up.

"What was that about?" Nick asked.

"We could have the guy who drugged Greg" Warrick informed him "He just turned himself in."

Leon Parker was a nervous young man of about 22. He sat anxiously pulling the cuffs of his sleeves down over his hands as Warrick and Brass sat opposite him in one of the interrogation rooms. Leon was shaking with nerves as he bobbed his legs up and down.

"So, you think that you might have drugged Greg?" Brass asked.

"Yes" the young man replied quietly.

"Why?" Warrick demanded to know.

"The drug, i-it, wasn't meant for your fr-friend" the young man stuttered as he tried to defend himself. "You see, my brother, hi-his girlfriend just broke up with him an-and I wanted to m-make him happy cos he was s-so depressed. So, wh-when I went to get him a drink from the bar I s-slipped some ecstasy into his drink, s-so he'd ge-get on a high, forget about her. But, your friend, I-I think he picked up the wrong drink."

"You could have killed him!" Warrick exclaimed angrily. He couldn't believe one of his best friends was in hospital because a kid had made a stupid mistake "What if he'd OD'd huh? He's in hospital right now with a head injury!"

"I know, I know I'm sorry!" Leon cried as he buried his head in his hands "That's why I had to tell you, I feel so awful!"

"Yeah, well imagine how Greg feels!" Warrick exclaimed.

"Rick, calm down" Brass warned him. "As for you, we may be able to let you off with a fine this time kid, but you ever get caught pulling a stunt like this again, the judge can have you"

"Oh-okay" the young man said as Warrick stood up. "I'm really sorry, I hope your friend is okay"

Warrick just gave Leon a cold look before going outside to call Nick.

"Alright, thanks Rick" Nick said as Warrick had just explained everything to him over the phone. The Texan was angry at the silly kid who'd done this to Greg, but he would stay by his young friend's side for now. "Come on Greggo, please wake up now" he said tugging on Greg's hand slightly. "I'm so sorry you had to go through this"

A faint whimper passed through Greg's lips as his eyes began to flutter open. "N-Nick?" he whispered, convinced he'd just heard his friend's voice.

"Yeah, I'm here Greggo" Nick said leaning a little closer. "How you feeling?"

"Urgh, my head really hurts" Greg said as he placed a hand on his forehead. "What the hell happened to me?"

"Some kid slipped Ecstasy into his brother's drink at the bar, but you drunk it by accident" Nick explained.

"Oh, God" Greg said running a hand down his face, before letting his arms fall to his sides and sighing. "Well, this is a crappy way to spend my birthday"

"Yeah, I'm sorry man" Nick said. He felt really guilty "Warrick and I feel terrible, if we hadn't have forced you to go out then you wouldn't have ended up here."

"Hey, come on man it's not your fault" Greg reassured him. "I mean, I had a good time! You know, up until the whole being drugged thing. And you know what, surprisingly not the worst birthday I've ever had."

Nick grimaced "Really? What could possibly be worse than this."

"My nineteenth in university we…well that's a story for another time" Greg said with a wave of dismissal. He looked at his friend with sad eyes "I'm sorry too, I know you'll have been worried about me"

"Only a little" Nick lied and Greg gave him a soft smile.

"Well, if you really feel that bad, I expect a huge chocolate cake tomorrow" the junior CSI teased.

Pretty crappy ending but the principle was there :P

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