A/N: Sorry, for the long wait, and short chapter, but I have a lot of things going on. and I just got to know that I have gotten in, at the school I wanted. Also I been working at a volenter at a concert, for the last to days... Where I also have gotten a boyfriend...

Chapter Five: F for Free (and Frank)

Gils playroom.

When Greg woke up the next day, he found himself wrapped up in a pair of strong arms; the warm feeling was a nice change from the previous four months of Hell.

He opened his eyes and looked right into a pair of blue eyes, and the warm feeling grew.

"Hey." A low whisper said "How're you feeling?"

"Good."

Greg leaned in for a slow kiss that was returned without hesitation, only breaking the kiss because of the lack of air.

They lay like that for a long while, just kissing and looking into each other's eyes, taking comfort in each other. Until Grissoms cell phone start ringing.

He untangled himself from Greg who gave a moan in protest.

"Grissom."

"Hey, Gil. Its Jim. I just got a call that Frank killed himself in his cell."

"Really? How?"

"He smuggled a knife in with him… The guards found him six hours ago…"

"Okay. Thanks."

"You're welcome, tell Greg I said hey."



The line went dead.

"He has escaped hasnt he? Oh God, he is going to get me!" Greg's voice was thick with emotions; fear, pain and sadness, as he started to panic, just like he had done after some of his dream from the past weeks.

Gil climbed back on the bed, and pulled the boy in his arms, thinking back.

Flashback

Greg was fighting in his sleep, tossing around in the bed, wrestling his enemy.

"NO. NOT YOU. YOU ARE IN PRISON!!"

Gil quickly got the picture of who Greg was fighting.

"Greg listen, its me baby. Come on wake up. Frank's not here… Come on Greg, wake up…"

He ran his hand through Gregs hair, he had figured out early on that Greg loved it when people played with it.

"Come on, wake up."

Greg didnt hear. If he was sleeping peacefully or still fighting Gil didnt know.

Not knowing was else to do to he scooped Greg up in his arms, and held him as he wrestled in his sleep. As if he had been struck by lightning Greg woke up, breathing fast, and uneven. His body was hot and sweaty.

Gil wrapped his arms closer around him, and spoke soft words of comfort in his ear.

Flashback end



Gil played with his hair, speaking softly into his ear.

"Greg baby, calm down. Frank is not coming back, ever."

Greg stopped, turning in Grissoms arms to see him, silent tears still running down his face.

"What… What do you mean?" Greg's eyes showed his hope about Frank being dead.

"Greg, Frank killed himself in his cell."

Greg settled back into the strong arms. Finally he could get some rest.