Disclaimer: I don't own CSI or any of the characters

A/N: I got some bad news people, I'm going on a vacation for a while so this story might not be updated for at least 2 weeks, just thought I'll warn ya! And I don't really know much about Nick's past so if there's something that isn't right, plz don't sue!

3 days later

*****

"Greg did you get the results back yet?" Warrick asked, entering the DNA lab.

Greg looked up from his microscope and nodded, "Yeah, I just got it done five minutes ago, sorry I didn't page right away…" Greg answered, grabbing the results from his desk.

"My money is on the wife." He said.

"Why?" Warrick asked, grabbing the test results from Greg's hand.

"The rat poison in the vic's stomach had other materials in it, I've identify it as the Nartix sleeping pill, and his wife is the only one that has prescription for that."

Warrick smiled, "Guess you have the case breaker once again, thanks!" and Warrick left in a hurry.

Greg turned on his music and rolled back to the microscope.

"Hey G'!" Nick greeted, entering the lab.

Greg did not look up.

Nick rolled his eyes and shut off the loud punk rock music. That caused Greg's head to jerk up towards the stereo.

"Yo Nick! Need anything for me to run?"

"Naw man, want to take a break and go out to lunch?" Nick asked.

Greg thought for a while, "It's better than working for the results on the dayshift's case, they should have bribed me for it!" he joked.

"Great! I just finish my case man, how long have you been here?"

"Lets just say I did 8 hours of overtime, out of my own precious time!"

"Whoa!"

"Yeah I definitely should get a raise for this!" Greg joked, and they left the lab, heading towards the locker room.

Greg took off his lab coat and putted it inside his locker as Nick grabbed his brown old-fashion Texas jacket.

Greg rolled his eyes as he took out his navy blue leather jacket, "Jeez Nick you gotta get out more!"

Additionally, with that, they left the Forensic lab and headed out to lunch.

****

"So you shot the poor guy in the shoulder! Awesome!" Nick cheered, eating his French fries as Greg told Nick the night his life change forever.

They were eating outside of an American Hamburger restaurant. They sat in one of the tables with the tall red and white stripe umbrella sticking up from the middle of the table.

"Yeah man," Greg grabbed one of his own chili French fries, "Every since I knew I wanted to work with crime, I just couldn't handle the fact of seeing dead bodies…"

Nick nodded, "Yeah, it's hard to deal man…" and he grabbed another French fry.

"So what cause you to be a CSI?" Greg asked his mouth full of chili French fries.

"I was in high school and one night me and my buds went out late, joking around. Man, we went to this one bar which was kinda stupid of us since we were underage, but the bartender didn't realized it and we drank and stuff. Then one of my friends collapses onto the floor, probably from an overdose or something. We called the Paramedics, they came and said that he was dead…"

"Wow…" Greg replied, swallowing his fries.

"But I remember all these question running through my head, how did he die, what was in the drink…right away I knew that I wanted to solve what happened, I wanted to solve crimes." Nick finished.

"Whoa! In high school man, that's rough."

"Senior year, we were all stupid."

"All Texans are Nick." Greg joked.

Nick cast him an evil glare.

The waitress came by and sat their plates down.

Greg got a chili hot dog as Nick got a steak hamburger.

"Thanks!" They replied at the same time. The chick waitress nodded and walked away.

"She is so hot man!" Nick said.

Greg made a sizzling sound.

Nick laugh and they both started to eat their lunch. In the middle of eating Greg got an uneasy feeling, as if someone was watching him. He looked up and saw Fred standing at the other side of the road, or at least he thought it was Fred. As some cars drove by, Fred was not there anymore.

Must be my imagination Greg thought.

"What is it?" Nick asked.

Greg shook his head, "Nothing, I just thought I saw a cheeseburger doing yoga!"

After lunch, they went to work and Greg finishes his results. Grissom finally got Greg to go home early since the CSIs were not getting any cases. As the CSIs waited for a call, Greg was home and was trying to sleep…

****

It was nine in the morning and Greg Sanders still could not sleep. He kept tossing and turning. His sweat was soaking his pillow and his bruises were hurting. However, the only reason Greg could sleep was if he knew Fred was behind bars, but Fred was not and Greg moaned again as he turned in his bed.

He threw off his covers and slowly got out of bed. He pulls the string from his window and the binds rolled up, the sun filling up the bedroom.

He went into his kitchen and started brewing some of his famous coffee, which every one at work loved.

­Ring-Ring-Ring

Greg sighs and grabs the phone off the hook.

"Yeah?" he answered.

"Yo G!" it was Nick.

"Hey Nick what up?"

"Nothing we didn't get a case last night so I thought if you and I want to go do some male bonding or something?"

Greg rolled his eyes, "Is that what they do in Texas?"

"You got a problem with that?" Nick joked.

"No, No, where do you want me to drive?"

"I'll pick ya up!" Nick said, happily.

Greg rolled his eyes once again, glad that Nick couldn't see him, "Okay, in a half hour."

"Done!"

Greg hanged up the phone and smiled. Maybe I can get Nick a girl! He definitely needs a girlfriend! Greg thought, humorlessly. 

The phone rang again and Greg answered it, "What Nick?"

"Hi Greg."

Greg paused, that was not Nick.

"I knew you'd be shock to hear me."

Greg felt the urge to hang up but he did not. He just stood there, frozen, holding the phone against his ear.

"Greggo are you there? Oh, yes you are I can hear you breathing against the receiver."

Fred laughs.

Greg hanged up the phone and rang into his bedroom. He grabbed a Hawaiian shirt and putted it on as the phone continues to ring. He grabbed his coat and started to head towards the door.

"Greg, what are you doing? If you're thinking of running out, I wouldn't do that!" Fred voice growled.
Greg opened the door, his eyes on the answering machine.

"I rather go to hell than stay and listen to your fucking voice!" Greg shouted.

He started to turn and heard Fred say  "Oh really?"

That did not come from the answering machine. Greg glances up and saw Fred standing in the doorway with a cell phone in his hand.

"Surprise!" Fred sneered at the shocked Greg.

*****

"What is taking Greg so long!" Nick thought. He was sitting in his navy blue sports car for at least five minutes and Greg still had not come out.

Nick pulled his keys out of the ignition and got out of his car. He slammed the door and started walking inside the apartment building. He walked up to Greg's apartment room but something stopped him as he saw the door opened a crack.

He quickly withdrew his gun and cautionary walked to the door. He kicked it opened, to his shock and dismay it was empty.

"Greg?" Nick asked, "Where are you Greg?"

He heard footsteps running down the hallway. He turned around just as someone bumped into him.

"Greg!" Nick shouted.

"Nick!" Greg gasps, "RUN!"

Greg took off and Nick was confuse, until he saw Fred running down, gun in his hand.

"I got a gun!" Nick yelled.

Fred fired at him, however the bullet missed him but hit Nick's gun.

"Not anymore!" Nick screamed as he ran after Greg.

They both got into the parking lot.

"Where is your car?" Greg asked.

"Over here!" Nick yelled as a bullet crash through the window.

The two of them ran to Nick's car and got in. They quickly drove away and Fred fired at the car.

SNAP~

Nick turned the steering wheel, "Did he hit my car?"

Greg tried not to snicker, "I think he hit your cowgirl!"

Nick looked at the backseat dash and saw his bobbing head cowgirl's head gone.

"When this is all over I'm blaming you!" Nick yelled as he turned onto the highway.

"It's not my fault that Fred really hates me! I'm surprise he even remembers me, beside we lost him."

Nick sighed and stopped at a red light. Then all of a sudden something slammed into Nick's car rear and he turned around to flick the driver off.

"Uh, Greg?"

Greg looked at him, "What?"

"I think you might want to take that back."

Greg followed Nick's eye to the van behind him.

The driver was Fred.

Who was waving at the two wide-eyed, drop jaws men.

A/N: Okay, Okay, Fred is back again and Nick and Greg sound like their gay but their not! I know I'm moving fast but the question that you should think now is, will Nick and Greg get away? If the chapter stuck, I could rewrite it!