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!
By: Animegirl1129
Chapter 11:
Ten minutes later, Nick hung up the phone, turning to face Greg, who remained on the sofa, waiting to hear the other half of the conversation.
The smile on the Texans face told him it was good news.
"Well?"
"Your idea about the cell phone worked. Archie picked up a signal in Seven Hills, so they either dumped it, or, since the signal is apparently moving, have it with them. The print on the rock was a match to the partial on the first note and they got a clearer print, they also have a suspect."
Greg's mouth fell open. "Really?"
Nick nodded, opening his arms for his lover when Greg launched himself off the couch. "They want us to go to PD to identify him in a line-up."
"Alright," Greg agreed, still in Nick's arms.
"You know that involves moving right, as much as I hate that idea myself…" The older man laughed, reluctantly separating himself from the younger mans grip.
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"Are you sure you can handle this right now?" Nick questioned, sitting on a bench outside the room Greg would be in for the line-up, rubbing circles on the younger mans back.
Greg shook his head. "No, I'm not sure, I know I have to do it, but… it's terrifying, knowing what they did to me, that two of them are still walking around out there and no one knows. Before I told you, in my nightmares, at work, in my coffee cup staring back at me, all I saw was their faces, knowing that I have to go in there and see him again…" The younger man trailed off, a tear falling from his eye; he pulled his knees to his chest, leaning against Nick's shoulder.
"Shh…" Nick whispered, wrapping his arms around Greg's chest, rocking him gently as he pressed a chaste kiss to the top of his head. "It'll be over soon, Greggo, they'll be locked up, they won't be able to hurt you again, angel, I'll never let them hurt you again." Nick himself was trying to fight off tears, seeing the younger man crumble in his arms almost too much to take in. He was so used to the Greg who cracked bad jokes at every possible opportunity, the out-going, spontaneous, random, Greg, and seeing him this fragile and exhausted and lost was heart-breaking.
"I couldn't do this without you," Greg sniffled, wiping the tears from his eyes.
Nick's response was cut off when Brass walked up. "Greg, were ready for you."
"C-can Nicky come?" Greg asked, his eyes pleading for the detective to agree.
Brass nodded, holding the metal door open for them to pass.
The couple stopped in front of the large one-way mirror, staring at the dark room before them as the group of people were brought in. Nick was thrwn off balance when Greg's arms wrapped around him, clinging to him for dear life.
"We'll ask each of them to take a step forward, turn, and step back, if you would like to see one of them again, just say so. When you've made your decision, let me know." Brass monotoned from the back of the room, having made this speech dozens of times before.
Greg nodded, turning to face the line-up.
The first man was a blonde with a medium build, he looked to be about five eight, and he had soft green eyes and a military tattoo on his forearm. Greg immediately dismissed him.
The next also had blonde hair, but he was six one, with brown eyes and looked to be an athletic man. He was also passed over.
Third was about five ten with dyed blonde hair, he had grey eyes and he was missing several teeth.
The next one to step forward was blonde as well, he was five eleven, cording to the grid behind him and he had calculating blue eyes, he had a small scar just under his right eye with a scrawny build.
Greg's hands flew out before him, trying to make sure that if and when someone found him, whether he be a live or a corpse at the time, some evidence would be secured. He knew that if he scratched he'd get epithelial's under his nails that could provided the crime lab with the DNA of his attackers, he knew everything he should or shouldn't do if he actually survived this.
The adrenaline pumping through his veins aided in the task, reaching behind him in hopes of scratching one of his captors. He felt his nails contact skin and dug deeper, clawing away at the flesh as the man straddling his waist finally finished, after what seemed like an eternity of ripping his body in two.
He looked back, to see if he'd done any damage that could help convict the monsters if he got out of this alive. Internally, he grinned with the satisfaction of seeing the gash below the mans right eye.
The fifth man stepped forward as Greg came back to reality, the image of that face flashing in his mind yet again. It was the one he'd scratched, the one who had held him down, the one he'd seen in the parking lot.
The young man turned to Brass, just as Nick did. "Four." They both said, simultaneously.
