Wrong Turn

Prompt for: Kitties: You should do one about Greg and Warrick and Nick friendship!

"Remind me again why we're going to a concert up in Elko?" Warrick griped as he turned onto the highway.

Nick chuckled as he turned to glance at Greg who was sitting in the back seat. "Because, man, when the Rolling Stones are in the state, you don't not go and see them."

"And why couldn't we wait until they were at a closer venue instead of having to drive six hours?"

"There are no closer places unless you want to go all the way to Seattle. Besides, what's wrong with a road trip with your best friends?" Greg smirked.

"Because we're gonna have to listen to Nick's country CD the whole way."

Greg's eyes widened. "No we're not…Nick?"

The Texan pulled out a CD and grinned before putting it in the player. Greg groaned, leaning back in the seat. "Seriously? My ears are going to burn off. Maybe I should just walk."

Nick snorted. "Stop being so dramatic, Greggo. It's not that bad. I'm surprised you haven't gotten used to it by now." He pressed a few buttons and country blasted through the speakers. Both Warrick and Greg groaned in misery while Nick just laughed. For three hours, they were subjected to Nick's torture until he finally let Warrick turn on the radio. He wasn't happy about the Christmas music he decided to play, but went along with it. Greg fell asleep for an hour and Nick almost pulled a prank, but decided against it…for now. Everything was going fine, until they were almost two hours out and Warrick had gone of the highway, thinking it would be easier…but he had no idea they were going to be hit with a ton of snow.

"What the…man, this makes me miss the one-hundred-degree weather in Texas."

"Did you know the weather was going to be this bad?" Warrick, said, speeding up the windshield wipers.

"No, it must've just come out of nowhere."

"Well, I hope you know how to get there, because I can barely see a thing." It got bumpy and Greg sat up.

"Are we still even on the road?"

Warrick started to slow down when they came up to a sharp turn, but suddenly, headlights appeared out of nowhere and another car was heading straight for them. Warrick jerked the wheel and the tires skid on the snow, making him lose control. The other vehicle slammed into their side, pushing them over the hill and sending the three tumbling. By the time the car reached the bottom, surprisingly upright, all three of the CSI's were bleeding and unconscious. The snow storm grew stronger and it was only a matter of time before they were buried alive under the blanket of white.

~+CSI+~

Nick jerked awake with a gasp, hissing in pain when he jostled his arm. Definitely broken. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to ease the immense pounding in his head, but it didn't do much to help. The Texan groaned, feeling something warm and wet drip down the side of his face. With his good arm, he lifted his hand to wipe it off and his palm came back red.

"Shit." What happened? It was dark and extremely cold; it looked like he was in a car. When he looked to his left, he saw Warrick slumped against the window, blood trickling from his temple.

"'R-Rick?" He grunted, leaning over to shake the man's shoulder. "Warrick, wake up."

The older man groaned and his body twitched; Nick sighed in relief…until he remembered Greg. He spun around, despite his aching body, hoping to see Greg in the same position and not injured…but he wasn't. He wasn't there at all. "Greg? Oh god." He felt a draft and Nick turned the other way to see the window behind him was smashed open. Which meant the kid was thrown out at some point…that he didn't have his seatbelt on…that he was probably lying somewhere in the snow, hurt badly. "Oh no, oh no. Warrick, wake up!"

"Huh? Ugh, fuck, Nick, stop shouting, will you?"

"No, Greg's missing."

Warrick opened his eyes and looked around. "What? What are you talking about? Where is he?"

"He was thrown from the car," Nick breathed heavily, trying to undo his seatbelt. "We have to find him; he could be hurt."

"And you are too, man, look," Warrick said, pointing to Nick's arm.

The Texan frowned and noticed that not only was his arm broken, but there was an open wound with part of his bone sticking out. Why didn't he feel that? "Shit." There were also a few gashes on his left leg and each movement made him groan. "I don't care; we need to find him." Stiffly, he unbuckled and kicked open the door, snow spilling into the car. Clutching his arm to his chest, Nick fell to his knees before getting to his feet.

"Greg!?" He began searching the area, afraid of what he might find. "Greg!" He trudged through the snow, shivering in both shock and fear. "Greg, can you hear me?"

"Greg!" Warrick shouted, getting out of the car as well. Surprisingly, the only injuries he got were a few broken ribs, some cuts and possibly a concussion, but right now he felt fine. They both walked closer towards the trees lining the bottom of the hill and that's when Nick saw the blonde, half buried in the snow, and unmoving.

"Oh my god," Nick choked, running forward and getting to his knees next to the man, brushing off the accumulated snow. "Greg? Greg!" The blonde was almost as pale as a ghost, his lips were blue, blood was dripping from the back of his head, from his busted lip, his nose and there was a rip in his shirt where a huge gash appeared across his chest. Shakily, Nick pressed his fingers to Greg's bruised neck, sighing when he felt a weak flutter. He cupped the younger man's cheek before slapping it in hopes to rouse him. "Greggo buddy? Greg, wake up, please say something." Nick was beginning to fear the worse when, suddenly, Greg's lips parted slightly, letting out a small groan and a coughing fit. Nick smiled in relief. "Easy, bud, easy. You're okay."

Greg's eyes blinked open and he looked at the Texan sluggishly. "Ni-Nick?"

"Hey buddy."

Greg coughed again, blood splattering onto his lips. "Wha' happ'n'd?" He slurred.

"Car crash," Nick replied, painfully removing his coat and placing it over Greg trembling body. "How are you feeling?"

"C-Cold. Ch-Chest hurts…m'head h-hurts." Greg closed his eyes until Nick shook him gently, forcing him awake.

Nick turned to Warrick. "We gotta get him out of here."

Warrick rubbed his arms. "How, we don't even know where 'here' is?"

"My phone is crushed, who knows where Greg's is…what about you?"

"Dead," Warrick grumbled.

Nick huffed. "We're gonna have to walk, then; maybe get back up to the road and find help." Focusing back on Greg, he cleared his throat. "Hey, G, think you can walk?"

"E-Everything hurts."

"I know, but we have to move or we're all gonna freeze to death. Come on, I'll help you sit up on three. Ready?"

Greg nodded and Nick snaked his good arm around the blonde's back, gripping him gently. "Okay, one…two…three." Greg sat up with a cry of pain, tears dripping down his face. Nick apologized before he quickly lifted the man to his feet. By the time they were situated, Greg was hardly conscious and wheezing.

"Alright, good job, now we have to get up that hill."

"N-Need…to b-breathe f-first."

"Okay, take your time." Once he steadied the man, Nick picked his jacket up from the ground and draped it over Greg's shoulders. Warrick went to grab a flashlight from his vehicle and a lighter before joining the others again. Once the blonde felt ready to walk, Warrick got on the other side and the two older men helped Greg up the hill. It was a tedious trek, but they finally made it to the top. However, there was no visible road and it was starting to get dark.

"Which way should we go?" Nick asked, shifting Greg higher on his waist. "That asshole didn't even stop." Now his best friend was seriously injured.

"Well, we didn't pass anything on the way here, so let just keep going the way we were headed. Hopefully there's a gas station or something," Warrick chattered and then glanced at Nick, noticing that he was only wearing a t-shirt now that he gave his own jacket to Greg. He knew the Texan wouldn't care, but the temperature was dropping and soon they were all going to be in trouble. Walking seemed easier said than done; it was getting late, it was getting colder. Nick was sneezing, Greg was barely hanging on, tripping over his own feet and leaning more into the older CSI.

"Greg," Nick panted when the blonde started dragging his feet. "Greg, stay awake, buddy. We're almost there." He didn't know where 'there' exactly was, but they had to be close to something; they had been walking for almost two hours and were pretty sure they weren't even on the road anymore. But instead of trying to straighten up, Greg's knees buckled, sending him to the ground and bringing Nick with him. "Greg!" The blonde slid from his grip and into the snow. His skin was tinted gray, his breathing was getting worse and he was shivering violently. Nick knew his jacket wasn't really that warm, but it was the best he could scrounge up. "G-Greg!" He hissed, slapping the man's cheek. And that's when he noticed Greg's shirt was completely soaked in red. "D-Dammit. Warrick, we need to stop."

The older CSI took a deep breath and scanned the area. "Alright, s-stay with him, I'll go look around to find a p-place to stay for the rest of the n-night."

Nick pursed his lips as Warrick walked off; he then brought Greg's upper body into his arms, tightening his grip with his uninjured arm. "I'm so sorry this happened, man. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. We should be at the hotel right now getting ready to see a kick-ass concert. Now…" Now Greg was dying. He didn't want to think about it, but it was looking that way. He tightened the jacket around the man's violently shivering body and sniffed. "Greg please say something. You're scaring me." Almost as if on command, the blonde's eyes flickered open.

"N-N-Nick? Why s'it so c-cold?"

"C-Cause we're outside in the s-snow…and you're dy…bleeding."

"S-Screwed up…didn't buckle. M'sorry."

"It's okay. I'm a little m-mad at you for not b-being smart about it, b-but I'm glad you're alive."

Greg smiled weakly and rested his head against Nick's chest. "Gonna miss…the concert."

"We'll g-get other t-tickets. I promise, when w-we get out of here, I'll take you to another concert."

"Hey Nick!" Warrick shouted, coming out from behind some trees, the flashlight beam blinding them. "You'll never believe it; I f-found an old campsite. I got a fire s-started too."

Nick smiled. "Thank god. Alright, Greg, we gotta stand again, but it won't be for long. Ready?"

Greg nodded and once he got to his feet, they followed Warrick into a tent of trees that provided shelter. A small fire was going and there were logs in a circle around the pit, the area nearly void of snow; it actually looked comfortable if it weren't given their situation. Nick sat Greg down at the long closest log and squeezed his shoulder.

"You okay, bud?" Nick smirked.

Even though he was breathing kind of heavily and was still trembling, Greg forced a smile then closed his eyes. Nick sighed and went to go stand next to the flames with Warrick. He couldn't even feel his arm, though thankfully the cold stopped the wound from bleeding.

"How is he?" Warrick said, rubbing his hands together.

"He's not doing good," Nick said, glancing back at the blonde. "I wish we had a blanket or something. We have to get out of here. He's dying, my arm is fucked up and I'm sure you're hurt, too."

"I know, I know. We'll start walking again, tomorrow. Maybe there's a cabin or something that's close."

"Yeah, hopefully," Nick shuddered.

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Your arm, it looks infected."

"It doesn't hurt…that's probably not a good thing, but right now there's nothing I can do about it."

"Yeah."

"You okay?"

"Couple of cracked ribs, probably a slight concussion, but I'm fine."

Nick bobbed his head. "Man, I can't believe this happened. Cath and Grissom are not going to believe it. Maybe coming up here wasn't such a good idea." He coughed into his sleeve and wiped his nose. This was a nightmare.

Warrick pressed his lips together. "Why don't you go try and relax, man, I'll keep up with the fire."

Nick let out a deep breath before patting Warrick on the arm and going to sit with Greg. He pulled the blonde close to him, letting the kid rest his head on his shoulder. He hated that he could feel the tremors running through the younger CSI's body. It wasn't a good sign. It wasn't long before he drifted off as well. Warrick smiled before staring into the fire; they really needed to get medical attention. Greg more than anyone. Nick was right, the kid was dying.

~+C+~

"Nick…Nick, wake up!"

The Texan jerked awake, groaning in pain, forcing his eyes to open. "Huh? What happened, what's going on?" Warrick was hovering over him.

"I think there's something just over that hill. I can see smoke."

Nick's heart leapt and then turned to Greg…he was still sleeping. Hopefully, sleeping. "Greg?" He moved closer and could hear the weak- very weak- and scratchy breathing. His skin was void of color besides his lips which were ocean blue. "Greggo?" He shook the man's shoulder, but got no response. "Oh god…we should've woke him up early…what if-"

"Nick, he's gonna be okay. We just gotta get him out of the cold. Here, take my jacket, you probably already have a small case of hypothermia and I don't need two of my best friends dying."

"What about Greg?" Nick questioned, pulling on the coat. He had to admit, he was freezing, but he would always put Greg before him any day.

"I got him. Just worry about yourself. I really don't like the look of that arm, man."

Nick swallowed. He had been worried about it, too; he hoped it didn't have to be amputated. Warrick tried, again, to wake the blonde up, but nothing changed. So, with Nick's help, they lifted Greg onto Warrick's back and he made sure to lean forward so the kid wouldn't slip off. It put a lot of weight onto his broken ribs, he was exhausted and barely slept at all last night to keep the fire going, but he was the older brother. He had to take care of his siblings even if it meant sacrificing his own injuries. Thankfully, Greg was pretty light anyways. Throughout the walk he grew a little concerned on how many times Nick stumbled or how violently he coughed and also from the lack of noise from Greg. The only comfort he got was the younger CSI's weak breath on his neck. "We're almost there, kid. Just hang on a little longer."

The two conscious CSI's almost cried with joy when they saw a cabin up ahead, smoke billowing out of the chimney.

"I just hope they're not hillbilly cannibals," Warrick muttered. Once they reached the door, Nick politely knocked on the door so they wouldn't scare these people- if they were normal- into shooting them. When the door swung open, the man did have a gun in his hand, but it was down by his side. He looked like he was in his sixties, his eyes were kind and his body seemed relaxed but ready to fight if needed.

"Can I help you?" He turned his head and saw Warrick who was carrying a still unconscious Greg. "Jesus Christ, what happened to you fellas?"

"Car ran us off the road," Nick coughed, feeling his energy waning. "We crashed, my friend…he's hurt bad. We were walking all night…he won't wake up." Nick's legs suddenly went weak and he started his descent to the ground. The man got rid of the gun and stepped forward quickly, catching the Texan in his arms.

"Molly! Get some blankets and warm up the pot!" He bobbed his head to Warrick. "Come on in, you boys must be freezing."

Warrick exhaled, feeling the tension melt from his body. They were safe now. The woman, Molly, had graying blonde hair and a wrinkled but warm face. She helped Nick sit in a chair by the fire while the man helped Warrick with Greg, laying him down on the couch. Once Nick was wrapped in a few blankets, Molly came over and inspected the other victim.

"Roger, can you go get the first aid kit from the bathroom?"

The man left while Molly knelt down by Greg's chest, gently removing his shirt the was stuck to his skin. She inhaled sharply when she saw the deep, infected laceration going from the top of Greg's right shoulder to his left side.

"Is he gonna be okay?" Warrick asked, pulling a blanket around his body.

"It's severely infected, but I'll see what I can do."

"S-Should I call for help?"

"I'm afraid that won't do much good."

"Wh-Why…n-not?" Nick chattered.

"The storm is picking up again. No one's gonna be able to get out here until tomorrow morning at least, but I promise I'll do everything I can to make your friend better. What's his name?"

"G-Greg."

Roger came back and handed the kit to Molly and the woman quickly got to work. Greg didn't move an inch which worried all of them. He had been unconscious for too long. Roger left and returned again with two cups of hot chocolate for Warrick and Nick.

"Thanks," Warrick said, sitting on the ground while Roger took another chair.

"So, what were you boys doing up here anyways? We barely get any outsiders up here in Elko. What are your names?"

"I'm Warrick, that's Nick, and Greg. We're CSI's from Las Vegas."

"Vegas?!" Roger chuckled. "You're really far from home."

"Yeah, well, we were going to a concert up here, the Rolling Stones. We were suddenly hit with the snow and out of nowhere, a car was on our side of the road, hit us and sent us over a cliff. Nick got a really bad broken arm, I have a few broken ribs, we probably all have concussions, but Greg was thrown from the car. We had to walk for almost four hours before stopping for the night. I made a fire, but by morning, we were just as worse. Greg wouldn't wake up, but I saw the smoke from your chimney and now we're here."

"Well, it's a good thing you found us before the second storm hit. You would've been buried alive out there," Roger replied, sitting back in the chair. "How's Greg, dear?"

"I don't like the sound of his breathing and the infection is going to give him a fever when his temperature rises. Not to mention he's suffering severe hypothermia and hypovolemic shock. I've cleaned and bandaged the wound the best I could as well." She lifted Greg's eyelids and sighed. "He has a concussion as well; I wouldn't be surprised if he slipped into a coma due to all the trauma his body has gone through." She began to remove the blonde's wet clothes that had nearly froze to his body until he was stripped to his boxers. Nick looked away, knowing Greg wouldn't be too thrilled that everyone saw him half naked or that a stranger was undressing him.

"Molly was a nurse at Mercy. She retired last year, but she's still a natural at these things." Roger got up and fed the fire while Molly wrapped Greg into a cocoon of blankets, making sure he was comfortable.

"Alright, that should do it for now. Once the temperature is up, we'll have to watch what the infection does to him." Molly got to her feet and moved over to Nick. "After this, I'll go make some more hot chocolate and call the ranger so he can send help first thing when the storm ends."

"Thank you," Warrick said. "Thanks, both of you. You saved our asses big time."

"No problem," Roger smiled. "We're glad to help. Why don't you get some rest, son, you look exhausted. Your friends are being cared for."

Warrick glanced at Nick, who was now passed out, his arm being cared for by Molly and Greg who looked peaceful even though his condition was dire. They were safe now, he guessed he could close his eyes for a little bit.

A few hours later, Nick awoke and Molly was there to give him some pain pills. He thanked her before going to sit in the chair next to Greg, while keeping the blanket over his shoulders. He was still pretty cold, but the fire had warmed him up and the sleep helped as well. He didn't like that Greg was still unconscious, still in the position he was in before. It worried him that Greg actually might be in a coma. He placed his hand on the man's forehead; it was clammy and he could tell the blonde's temperature was rising, which was good. For now, anyways.

"Hey buddy," he said, his voice rough. He cleared it and took a deep breath. "You're gonna be okay…you have to be." Nick brushed back some strands and sighed. "Please wake up, Greg; you can't leave me like this." He reached under the blanket and took the kid's hand, squeezing it gently. It was still so cold. "Jesus."

Greg suddenly moaned weakly and before Nick could say anything, Molly came up to them, taking the kid's temperature. "It seems to be going up, but that means the infection is going to appear as well. I'm going to get a cloth to put on his forehead." When Molly left again, Nick leaned forward.

"Greggo?"

The blonde groaned again and Nick's heart leapt. "Greg, can you hear me, bud?"

"Hmmm?" Greg's eyes, even though they were glazed over, opened and Nick laughed in relief. Thank god.

"Hey, kid. It's about time you wake up, you scared me."

"Where m'I?"

"Some cabin. But we're safe now."

"Y'kay?"

Nick smiled weakly. "Yeah, man."

"S'hot," Greg mumbled, his eyes closing again while trying to get out of the blankets.

"Hey, stop, you need to stay under those. After being out in the cold for so long, I would say it's a good, thing but your wound got infected and you're getting a fever. Molly is gonna bring you a wet cloth, though."

"M-Molly?" Greg frowned, peeling his eyes open again; everything was so blurry and voices were fading in and out. What was wrong with him?

"That's me, dear," Molly smiled, coming into the blonde's vision. "I know you're warm, but that's your body fighting off the infection. She gave Nick a bowl of water, before dipping a cloth under, wringing it out and placing it gently over Greg's forehead.

"I'll let you take care of him, Hun," she said to Nick. "Just re-soak it every now and then."

"He's gonna be okay, right?" Nick asked quietly.

"Right now, he's holding on."

Nick knew there was a 'but' in the sentence she didn't want to mention. But, if they didn't get him to a hospital soon, he was going to die. The Texan nodded. "Thank you, Molly."

"If you need anything else, dear, just holler."

"Nick?" Greg exhaled.

"Yeah, G?"

"Can I sleep?"

"Yeah…close your eyes. I'll be here when you wake up."

Greg was out cold before Nick finished his sentence.

But Greg didn't wake up. Not for the rest of the day or night, not when the medevac arrived early the next morning, not when the paramedics strapped him onto a gurney or put an oxygen mask over his face, not when they all boarded the helicopter and not even on the ride to some small hospital in Elko. It concerned everyone, even the doctors and Nick knew if the they were worried, it wasn't a good thing. While Greg was taken away to surgery, Nick was taken to get his arm dealt with and Warrick was getting his injuries checked over. Thankfully, the Texan's arm didn't have to be cut off, but would have to wear the cast for two months give or take. Warrick was released a few hours later with orders to take it easy, but Nick's doctor wanted to keep him overnight to watch his concussion. The CSI wasn't happy about the fact, wanting to be ready for when Greg got out of surgery. And no matter how tired he was, he couldn't sleep; he couldn't close his eyes without nightmares of Greg dying plaguing his mind.

Warrick had called Catherine, letting her know the situation, and by noon, she, Grissom and Sara were at the hospital, waiting for news on their youngest CSI.

"We stopped by the local precinct," Grissom sighed, sitting by Nick's bed. "They had actually called us right before Warrick did. They started an investigation into the crash almost right after you got here. Once they realized CSI's were involved, they called us to help."

"We were terrified," Sara said. "Especially when they showed us the pictures of Greg."

"When did they take pictures? When did they come?" Nick frowned.

"You fell asleep." Warrick replied.

"I don't even remember that," Nick groaned, massaging his temple. "Did you get the guy?"

"We're working on it, Nicky," Catherine smiled sadly. "In the meantime, you should relax."

"I can't relax! I can't, not knowing if Greg is gonna make it or not," Nick choked.

"Greg's going to make it," Warrick said, shifting to take the pressure off his healing ribs. "He's stronger than he looks, you know."

Nick ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah. He was just…"

A knock at the door interrupted him and they all looked up to see Greg's doctor entering the room.

"Dr. Riley," Warrick said, already knowing the woman from previously meeting with her. "Is Greg out of surgery?"

"Yes and he's stable. His blood pressure was extremely low when he was brought in, along with his heartrate. His temperature was also extremely high, but we've got him on antibiotics to bring the fever down. He also obtained a sprained ankle and a pretty bad concussion. He lost a lot of blood, but his condition is looking good at the moment. The wound was pretty badly infected, but we've cleaned and stitched it up. He'll be extremely sore, like most car crash victims, and there were a lot of bruises and shallow cuts on other parts of his body as well, but we'll be keeping an eye on him for the next few days."

"Is he awake?" Nick asked, sitting up. "Can we see him?"

"We're going to restrict visitors for the rest of the day to allow his body to start fighting the infection. But possibly tonight- depending on the progress of his healing- or tomorrow morning. It was very close, but he was lucky and going to be okay."

Nick sighed and stared up at the ceiling. Thank god.

~+CSI+~

Greg didn't wake up for almost three days; Nick refused to leave the kid's side once they were allowed to sit with him. And when Greg did wake up, he was groggy and confused and didn't remember anything besides the fact that they were supposed to be going to a concert. Nick was beyond ecstatic that his best friend was awake and brought the blonde into a tight hug, only pulling away quickly when Greg hissed in pain.

"Sorry, I'm sorry," he apologized guiltily.

"It's okay," Greg replied, forcing a smile. "It's just really sensitive there. So, what happened again?"

Warrick sat down on the other side of the blonde's bed. "It was already hard to see to begin with, with the snow coming down pretty hard and some asshole ran us off the road. You were thrown from the car and hurt really badly. We had to walk for a while and then we found an old couple who owned a cabin and they took care of us until help was able to bring us here. You were lucky, kid. The doctor said it had been pretty bad."

Greg rubbed his eyes tiredly and yawned. "Well, whatever you guys did, thanks. I'm alive because of you."

Both Warrick and Nick smiled. They were all gonna be okay.

Two Weeks Later

"Damn, I'm so glad we don't live up here," Warrick shivered. "Even with two jackets, a hat, scarf and gloves, I'm still freezing my ass off."

"Me too," Nick coughed. "And I'm getting a draft through my empty sleeve."

"How the hell did we even survive up here?" Greg shuddered. He was the most bundled up at all, courtesy of mother-hen Nick Stokes, but he was still kind of cold. It had been two weeks since Greg left the hospital and he still felt far from normal. Nick had invited him to stay over at his place and he almost declined, but he could tell- just by the look on the guy's face- that what they had gone through together was hell. They recovered surely but slowly, they all talked, went out for drinks with Warrick, watched the game and they knew it would take another week or so to go back to the ways things were, but they had each other. Now they were back up in Elko, more prepared, drove on the highway the whole time instead of taking the back road, and bearing food for Roger and Molly. The CSI's wouldn't be alive without them.

"Nick, Warrick, Greg!" Molly beamed. "This is a surprise!" She stood out of the way and ushered them in while Roger emerged from the kitchen.

"Boys! What bring you back here? Didn't crash again, I hope?"

"No, we got here in one piece," Warrick grinned. "We come bearing gifts, but we know it's not nearly enough payment for what you did for us."

"Oh, nonsense," Molly smiled. "We're just glad we could help and glad you're alright." She went over to Greg and cupped his cheek. "A lot warmer this time around; you really gave Roger and I a scare. We're so happy you pulled through."

Greg smiled. "Thank you, Molly. I know I wouldn't be here without you."

The woman grinned before Roger spoke. "So, what did you bring?"

"Well, it's getting close to Christmas and they had a really good deal on ham, so I cooked one," the Texan said, seeming proud of himself.

"We also brought green beans, mashed potatoes and an apple pie," Warrick grinned. "But store bought, because none of us know how to make one."

Roger chuckled and Molly took the food. "You boys are staying right?"

The three just glanced at each other; they weren't really planning on staying, especially since they basically just showed up to their house without invitation.

"Of course they are," Molly said, setting up places for them at the table. "Don't tell me you drove six hours, made this delicious meal and don't plan to eat any of it."

"Are you sure?" Nick asked. "We don't want to impose."

Molly just waved for them to come into the kitchen. "We insist. Come, come."

The boys grinned and sat down next to each other. Molly pulled out a bottle of sparkling cider and poured them all glasses while Roger started cutting up the ham. Christmas music was turned on, the food was passed out and they began to eat, telling stories and joking around. Greg smiled the brightest; he was lucky to have friends like these and with his job, his faith in humanity had dwindled, but after this ordeal, it started to grow once more. Normalcy would come quicker than he thought.

FIN

Not sure if it would really snow that much up in Elko, but let's pretend haha

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