Disclaimer: The characters of CSI belong to CBS and I'm only doing this for fun. No money is involved in this posting.

A/N: I am a Nick and Greg slasher. If you don't like that kind of thinking consider yourself warned. English (the UK version) is my second language, so any grammatical errors are simply lack of knowledge on my side. This is the first fic I ever wrote and I've had it posted elsewhere. For those of you who also ready read it, there is going to be a few changes. Most are simply grammatical but also the occasional lost word.

Dagdrommer: I so love your reviews. I like to think of Greg as patient too and I am glad that you have finally fallen for him. The dancing just seemed like a good way for them connect without it getting too much for poor Nicky.

A/N: I know this is a tough chapter, but life don't treat you nice all the time.
WARNING: This chapter contains a rape-scene.

It was the seventh time that night that he had to rush to the bathroom. He figured he'd gotten some flu bug but he had been too stubborn to call in sick though every time he puked he regretted his decision. Life was a horrible evil bitch. Nick only had time for their dance class these days because Kristi fucking bloody Hopkins had chosen him for a love interest and she was so persistent. He flushed and went to wash his face and rinse his mouth. It was a sorry look in the mirror. He hadn't done his hair and he had suitcases under his eyes and his eyes had a glassy dazed look. Nick hadn't been much of a friend lately not with that hooker hanging around him all the time. The worst part was that she stepped on the scene just when Nick seemed ready to begin to out himself.

Greg had planned for Valentines Day ever since his anniversary and the dance and now it wasn't going to happen. She was so persistent that Nick would probably give in and he knew why. Kristi had many of the qualities he had; they actually had a lot in common and perhaps that was why he was so pissed with her. He had gone out yesterday and danced a lot with some Dolph Lundgren look alike and it had been real hot but he just couldn't go all the way.

Pure stubbornness got him through the rest of the night and he was so looking forward to go home and crash. When something occurred to him; he had slept real hard yesterday and only woken when his alarm had gone into I-should-have-been-turned-off-ten-minutes-ago and puking all night having headache like never before.
"Grissom can you tap some of my blood?"
"Why do you want me to do that Greg?" His supervisor gave him a disbelieving look.

"Just thought I would test something." He wasn't sure he would get away with it without explaining every last detail.
"Am I to be worried or do you just want to spend our funding on irrelevant tests?"
"I was out yesterday partying and I just wanted to see the contamination of my blood." That was hopefully enough. Grissom gave him another suspicious look and then he drew the blood without asking anymore questions.

The test result was what he feared: Rohypnol, the date rape drug.
Suddenly he was glad that he could remember everything until he had lain down to sleep at home. But it still chocked him somebody had slipped him the drug and he hadn't noticed. He went home and crashed. He didn't wake until it was time for work again, but he felt a lot better.

The shift passed in good order and he had replenished his food deprived body and was feeling a lot better. He met with Nick at the dance studio and Nick kept on talking about Kristi on and on. Greg concentrated hard on the dancing so he wouldn't lash out at Nick in a bout of jealousy. He didn't go home after dancing but went clubbing.

It didn't take long for him to hook up with a guy looking like Nick except for the green eyes. They danced hot and suggestive for a while and Greg decided to take the plunge. If Nick could sleep with Kristi why should he hold back?
"Why don't we finish this at my place?" Greg suggested in a low husky voice. The other bloke accepted the invitation and the ride Greg offered as well. The bloke had been nipping at his earlobe and touching every part of his body within reach and Greg was so hard that he could barely focus on driving.

Kissing and groping each other they stumbled up the stairs to Greg's door. He fumbled forever with the key and finally success. They got inside and Greg kicked the door shut.
"You'll love this bitch!" Greg knew some guys liked to talk dirty, but he flinched at being called a bitch.
"No need for name calling." He quietly argued going for another kiss.
"Where's your bedroom bitch." Too much sex in the other mans voice he probably hadn't heard Greg. Greg pointed in the direction of the bedroom starting to toe of his shoes.

But he didn't get very far as the other man picked him up and half carried half dragged him to the bedroom. Greg could feel the strong hands gripping him real hard and he was beginning to rethink this whole idea of bringing a stranger home.
"Hmm take it easy no need to hurry." He stated meekly.

"Shut up bitch you know you want this." He threw Greg onto the bed face down and planted a knee in his back. Greg felt the air leaving his lungs and his inability to refill them. Positional asphyxiation was his only thought. He instantly forgot how horny he had been and struggled to place his arms for leverage so he could breathe again.

He barely registered his pants and boxers being yanked down he was too busy getting his left arm out from under his body. The knee left his back and he pushed up on both arms only for a moment before pressure was applied again this time by a hand. But the other man was so strong and leaning over him and Greg was so out of breath that all Greg was able to do was breathe.

He felt like a lightning struck when he was penetrated unprepared, the pain was overwhelming but he couldn't respond to it; he had to breathe, had to breathe. A part of him stepped out of bed and just stood there and observed him being raped. Saw how his assailant pumped hard into his ass and forcing him down by pressing both hands on his back and leaning on them.
"I knew you would love it bitch. All you fucking bitches love when a real man takes charge. You love it when you get fucked bitch. You need it hard you fucking bitch."
Greg vaguely heard his attackers mantra most of all he heard his own blood rushing through his ears and he felt so dizzy from not getting enough air and all he could do was fight for leverage to breathe.
"Oh I knew you were a fucking tight bitch." The words came out between gasping breaths and then it was over. Greg felt him pull out and then he was shoved hard into the mattress and the guy just left slamming the front door a few seconds later.

His entire body was hurting, his lungs and ass more than anything. Greg knew he should call the police and an ambulance but right then he couldn't remember where his phone was. He rolled onto his side and nearly passed out from the pain of moving his body. He looked around and saw a filled condom on the floor and noticed it had landed so it wouldn't spill its contents. It was hard to focus on anything except breathing. He could breathe freely again and did so greedily nearly making him pass out.

He made a huge effort to focus on getting out of bed and it took a lot of thinking before he realized that his pants down around his ankles had stopped there because he was still wearing his shoes. Slowly he managed to remove his shoes and then his clothes; he could smell the other guy on them. He carefully placed his shoes and his clothes on the edge of the bed so he wouldn't contaminate them for later processing. He figured that a cup of coffee would help his brain to work again and completely naked he made his way to the kitchen and started on brewing coffee.

He had lost all sense of time and he nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the doorbell.
"Go away!" He cried unable to remember if he had locked the door before going to the kitchen.
"Greg open it's me Nick!" Even in his dazed condition he could hear the panic in Nick's voice. But how could he deal with Nick now.
"Go away! Leave me alone!" He felt tears welling up and his own panic was taking over.

"Are you okay?" Nick's voice was unsteady and for once Greg didn't care he just wanted to be alone. The turn of a key in the lock nearly gave him a heart attack until he remembered that he had given Nick a key ages ago.
"Go away!" He was practically screaming now.
"Greg I need you Kristi…" Nick stopped short when he saw Greg in the kitchen.
"You're bleeding!" Nick looked at him in terror and Greg suddenly became self aware. He wanted to run and hide until he saw Nick's tear swollen eyes and the wrinkle in brow that he had when he was real scared.
"What is it wrong!" His own situation was no longer important to him.

"Kristi's been murdered! What has happened Greg!" Nick wouldn't let up he knew that for sure, but if Kristi was dead it could only mean trouble for Nick.
"I brought a guy home a he… raped me!" The last words he had to force out and then he couldn't hold back his tears.
"Oh my God Greg! When?"
"This morning I went to the club and picked him up I know what he looks like and I was just getting around to call it in but I just needed coffee and the you showed and I couldn't remember if I had locked the door and maybe he came back to finish me off and now you tell med Kristi is dead." Greg finally ran out of breath.

"Ecklie has her case and I have to tell him that I had sex with her and I'll be a suspect did he use a condom you need to get looked at."
"I need you to do a rape kit on me." He knew it had to be done and he trusted Nick but Nick needed him real bad and this was way too much for him.
"I'm suspended."
"Have you got one in the car?"
"Yes off course I always have a full kit there."

"Then go get it and then don't sign it we'll use post-its and hand it over to Grissom and it'll be valid." Outside Greg had taken over and he knew what had to be done and that Nick was better of kept busy right now.
Nick got his test kit and they started processing. Nick did the rape kit on Greg first and then he collected the evidence in the bedroom taking pictures every step of the way. Greg took a shower after he had been processed and when he came into the bedroom Nick was stripping the bed and bagging the sheets.
"I'm almost done Greg and then we'll go to the hospital."

The doctor removed her gloves and looked compassionately at Greg.
"The damage is in the lower part and it'll heal within days. Should the bleeding not stop you need to come back. This is a very traumatic experience and it is a very good idea to get some counseling Mr. Sanders." Greg just nodded.
"Will the bruising on the back need to be monitored or is it ok?" Nick had been asking all the questions since they came.
"The X-ray didn't show any damage. It was very clever of you to get leverage for breathing, many don't and often they loose their life." The doctor looked like she regretted the last part and again all he could do was nod.
"There are three counselors who are in this field of expertise. I'll get their names for you. The Swedish one will probably suit you best." Greg nodded.

He was shaking when he climbed into the passenger seat. Nick got in and turned to hold him. He had no idea how long they sat there just holding onto each other crying. Greg's cell started ringing startling them both back to reality.
"It's Greg."
"Grissom here are you ok."
"I'm on my way and I'll need to talk to you and Brass when I come in."
"Greg what's"
"I'll explain later." He cried and hung up.

They were both in a very sorry shabby looking state when the arrived at the lab and headed straight into Grissom's office where both him and Brass were waiting for them.
"I've been raped. I know what the guy looks like and I think I remember part of his name. Nick processed my place and me. He didn't sign anything just attached post-its with the details. He used a condom and it didn't break. I've been to the hospital and apart from some bleeding and bruising I'm ok. The doctor gave me names for counselors and I'll call them once they have office hours." They just listened and didn't attempt to say anything until they were sure he had stopped.

"I'll sign the evidence. No one knows where I was this afternoon." Grissom was clearly shocked.
"We'll get this wrapped nice and quiet don't worry Greg." Brass kept his voice low.
"Nick you're not supposed to be here at all." Greg wondered if Grissom hadn't noticed him when they arrived.
"I know and I'll leave soon just wanted to make sure Greg was ok."
"Can you two take care of each other?" Brass asked and gave them the detective look.
"But I'm working tonight."
"No you are not Greg!" Grissom shot him look that meant no argument accepted.

Neither wanted to go home and the drove to a motel in the outskirts of town and booked a room for four days. There was a big supermarket nearby that also had clothes. They shopped basic cheap boring clothes to last a week and all of their favorite snacks and a good deal of beer. Greg called the counselor and got an appointment for the following day. They ate drank played poker talked and cried all day and most of the night.
Nick waited in the SUV while Greg went in to see the counselor. The doctor had been right the Swedish guy was good and he started the slow process of understanding and accepting and dealing with what had happened to him.

Nick got of the hook and they both returned to work after a couple of more days off. The last day in the motel they had a row. They were both hurt because of what the other had done. Greg never thought Nick would be jealous over that he had picked a guy up.
They shouted them selves hoarse blaming each other for everything and nothing. Like a real couple they knew exactly what to say to hurt the other and they both did their best to get the other one feeling guiltier than himself.

It ended in tears and they ended up both feeling very guilty and both trying real hard to make the other feel better again.

Valentines Day was only a few days away when Greg returned to his apartment. His attacker had been apprehended and was looking forward to several other charges than just his. Nick helped spring clean the place and once they had finished with his apartment they cleaned Nick's house just as thoroughly.

Greg hadn't forgiven himself nor Nick for what had happened but he was on the way. The counseling did him a world of good and he had convinced Nick to go too.

He knew he had a long way back to normal and he was sure Nick didn't know what kind of normal he was supposed find his way to.