You Save Me

A story of opening yourself entirely to someone, loving someone unconditionally, and trust.

Nick/Greg friendship and eventually pairing. Characters are not mine. Please R & R. Thanks for all the reviews!

Chapter 8:

"Sir, is there anyone we can call to come get you?" one of the burses asked, checking his stats on the several monitors he was hooked up to. "After we finish the exam, you'll be free to go."

Greg shook his head, he had no desire of letting anyone find out about this and none of his family was around here, they were in New York. "No, I'll just… get a cab or something."

"If you're sure…" the nurse sighed, jotting several things down on his chart before turning to leave the room.

In truth, the last thing he wanted was to be alone right now.

He stirred from his dream, smiling when he saw Nick asleep in the chair beside him. In two days the man had left for no more than an hour, running home to change and grab some clothes for Greg when he was released.

"Nicky…" Greg tried to get the Texan's attention. He looked from his plaster coated arm to the older man, a malicious grin spreading across his face.

'Thunk.'

Greg laughed watching as Nick shot bolt upright in the chair, trying to figure out what had, literally, hit him.

"That was evil."

"Think we could take out Ecklie with it?"

Nick chuckled, watching as one of Greg's doctors came in. The woman, one Katie Lawrence, picked up the chart at the foot of the bed, flipping through its contents before looking to Greg. "Are you ready to get out of here, Mr. Sanders?" she asked.

"Really?" Greg replied, reaching for Nick's hand.

Ms. Lawrence nodded, "As soon as you're ready." She said, noting this on the file before turning to leave. "Oh, and there's a Mr.Grissom here to see you."

A moment later Grissom came in, taking a seat in one of the chairs beside Nick. "I heard you're being released."

"Yup, finally. I hate hospitals." Greg nodded.

"Who doesn't?"

Grissom signaled for them to pay attention. "I assume that you're going back to Nick's house, right, Greg?" When the younger man nodded, he continued. "We'll need to set up 24 hour surveillance and we need access to your apartment and the evidence from the rape exam for processing, is that okay?"

Greg bit his lip, his attention focused everywhere but on his supervisor, but he nodded. "Yeah…"

"Alright, we'll get a police detail assigned to you before you head home. It should be a few hours," Grissom explained, quickly saying goodbye to go set things up.

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"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…." The sound of Greg's phone vibrating echoed in Nick's Denali as he drove the two of them toward his condo, the police detail following them in an unmarked squad car.

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…"

"Are you gonna get that? It could be Grissom." Nick asked.

Greg nodded, grabbing the phone from its place in his bag and flipping it open. "It's just a text message."

He clicked the select button, not thinking anything of it and waited for the screen to load. "Nicky, pull over." He said.

"What?" the Texan questioned, but did as he was asked, the car behind them doing the same.

Greg handed him the cell phone, letting him read it for himself.

"The police can't help you. No one can."

"Damn those bastards!" Nick growled, stepping out of the car to explain the situation to the detail so they could report it to Grissom.

After telling the two detectives what was going on, Nick climbed back in the car, grabbing his own cell phone off the center console and dialing a familiar number. "Hey, Gris, I just sent your detail back to the lab with Greg's cell phone, they texted him about ten minutes ago."

"What are you talking about, your detail got held up in traffic on the strip, there's a five car pile-up blocking the road. I just heard from them a few minutes ago, they couldn't be with you." Grissom stared at the phone in his hand.

Nick's mouth hung open. "But, they had badges; they said that you sent them to escort us to my place," realization suddenly dawned on him. "Shit. I gave them Greg's cell phone."

"What's going on?" Greg questioned, having only heard Nick's half of this strange conversation. "What about my cell phone?"

Nick swallowed, lowering the phone from his ear. "I just handed your rapists your cell phone."

Greg stared at him. "What?" he mumbled, his voice almost inaudible as he slumped over in the passenger's seat as unconsciousness claimed his senses yet again.

"Shit…" Nick repeated, trying to wake the injured man as he told Grissom what happened.

Grissom sighed, running a hand through his salt and pepper hair, grabbing his keys off his desk and heading toward the lab doors. "Let him sleep, he'll need it. I'll meet you at your condo."