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 12:

"Who is he?" Nick asked, standing in front of Brass, Greg once again seated on the bench several feet away.

Brass opened a file. "His name's Stephen Tayler, he's thirty two, he works for the LVPD, which explains the badge he showed you when he got the phone. Our stolen Nissan Ultima belonged to his cousin."

Nick raised an eyebrow. "He stole a car from his cousin? That doesn't seem to fit well, I mean, they managed to get into both of our houses and set up camera's and work off Archie's feeds, these are intelligent guys, but they were stupid enough to steal a car from a relative?"

The detective shrugged. "Maybe. Whatever the case is, I think it's safe to say this one didn't mastermind it."

The Texan looked back to Greg. "Can I take him home?" he asked.

"I'd prefer it if the two of you went to the lab for now, we'll probably need you later."

"Alright," Nick nodded, returning to Greg's side, as Brass walked off to start the interrogation.

Greg looked up at his lover, "Can we go home?"

Making a mental note that Greg referred to his home as their home, and internally grinning ear to ear, he shook his head. "Brass wants to be able to reach us; we have to go to the lab for a while."

"They all know, right? Sara, Cath, Rick?" he said, his expression downcast.

"Yeah, they all know…"

Greg nodded. "As long as you're there with me…"

"I wouldn't have it any other way, Greggo."

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The two C.S.I.'s entered the break room, taking seats on one of the old couch in the corner of the room.

"What if he won't talk?" Greg asked randomly, staring at the wall in front of him. "What if we can't catch the other two?"

"Greggo, we'll get a lead..."

"What if we don't?" Greg barked, turning to look the CSI 3 in the eye, "What if they get to walk, they'll be out there and nothings stopping them from doing it to someone else. If it happened to you because I couldn't get them locked up, I don't think I could forgive myself for that."

Nick reached out, putting a hand on the younger mans uninjured arm. "Greg, we'll get them, I'm not giving up on that and neither should you."

"I know I shouldn't, it's just… seeing him again made it feel so much more real, and it scared me knowing it could have happened to anyone, to you," He said, taking Nick's hand in his own.

"Hey, guys, it's nice seeing you here again," Sara said walking into the room, Catherine and Warrick on her heels. "How are you holding up, Greg?"

That was exactly the reason he didn't want to go to the lab. He knew that everyone would be walking on eggshells around him, treating him as I he were a fragile piece of art that would break if you even breathed to hard, the fact that Warrick and Catherine stopped their apparently amusing conversation as soon as they saw him verified that.

Nick noticed this as well, he'd been through it several times. That was the question he hated, too. If you said you were fine, they'd think you were lying, even if you were, if you said otherwise they'd ask what was wrong and you'd wish that you had lied about it. Either way it was lose-lose.

"Brass sent us over while he interrogated a suspect." Greg stated simply, not making eye contact with them.

"They have a suspect? That's great news." Catherine said, sipping a cup of the sludge that was masquerading as coffee."

Sara nodded. "Yeah, I heard from dayshift that the car that's been following you was your suspect's cousins," She announced, earning a glare from Nick, although Greg already knew this, he didn't need to hear anything that wasn't true from the labs rumor mill.

Trying to temporarily delay the questions that were sure to come, he flipped the television on, landing on one of the local news stations.

"In other news: police are asking for your help locating a suspect in an attempted rape earlier this evening. Mr. Luke Tayler, a thirty seven year old Caucasian man, approximately six two, one ninety pounds was seen fleeing the scene of the crime when a police cruiser went b, letting the victim escape. It is also believed that he had an accomplice, but there is no further information available. If you have seen or know anything concerning this case, please contact your local police department immediately." The reporter broadcasted as they flashed a picture of the man.

Greg stared at the image, before turning to Nick. "Is that the cousin?" he asked, grabbing the remote and freezing the screen.

"I think so," Sara said, "I can go check the file."

Nick nodded for her to do that before he turned to Greg. "Why?"

The younger man looked at him, moving his gaze from the screen. "That's one of them.

"Are… Are you sure?" the Texan asked, looking from his lover to the picture still frozen on the screen.

"Positive." Greg replied, it was the man who had originally grabbed him and pulled him into the alleyway.

Nick pulled out his cell phone, dialing Brass's cell number.

Thankfully the older man picked up, and Nick quickly explained what was going on.

After a brief yet very informative conversation, Nick turned to Greg, a smile on his face. "They got a tip from the news broadcast, they're sending a few squad cars to get him now."

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Brass had the sirens blazing as he pulled up out front of a small townhouse in Summerlin, following two other officers up to the door.

An unsuspecting man casually opened the door, his eyes locked on the television on the other side of the room. "Steve, it's about time you got here…" he barked, turning to face his guests. "You're… not Steve…Shit…" he cursed, taking off running in the opposite direction. One of the detectives with Brass tackled the man, sending him to the ground with one swift movement, slapping cuffs on the man before pulling him to his feet.

"Luke Tayler, you are under the arrest for the assault and rape of Gregory Sanders and the attempted rape of Corey Hollen, and I'm sure we'll add a few things to that list before we're done with you. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be provided for you; do you understand these rights as I have read them to you?"

Brass watched the man nod as he was seated in the back of his squad car, pulling his cell phone out and dialing a familiar number. "Greg, we got him."