Title: Lock and Key 03

Author: Griffin Maxwell

Fandom: CSI

Pairing: Greg/OMC and Nick/Gil later Nick/Greg/Gil

Rating: R

Summery: Something's wrong with Greg.

Warnings: Abuse, as usual.

Notes:

Disclaimer: Dude, if CSI belonged to me…mmm…let's not get into that now.

Dedication: My Mentee, Cady, and Abby for lending me seasons of CSI so that I don't go through withdrawal.

Hi Katie ( - Thanks Adam)

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Greg sat on one of the examining tables, swinging his legs. Grissom was amazed at how small he looked in the hospital gown, and how skinny he had become. With Nick sitting next to him, he looked like only a child.

The Doctor came in after what felt like forever, a clipboard in his hand. "Could you two leave Mr Sanders and I alone while I do his examination?"

"No!" Greg almost shouted. Nick put a hand lightly on his shoulder. "Please? Let them stay?" he begged.

The Doctor looked at him for a moment before conceding. "One of them may stay."

Greg looked between Nick and Grissom a few times, obviously not wanting to have to choose between his best friend and mentor. Grissom saved him the trouble.

"I'll wait for you in the lobby," Grissom said before leaving.

"We're going to have to clean your back, weigh you, do a rape test, and some blood tests, okay?"

Greg looked at Nick for reassurance, then slowly nodded.

"Let's do you're back, first, okay? Roll onto your stomach."

Nick got up and moved to a chair while Greg did as he was told. The Doctor took out a bottle of alcohol and a stitching kit out and came back to Greg. He carefully spread the back of the gown to exposed the back.

"You know that if I suspect domestic abuse, I have to report it."

"It's already been taken care of," Nick said defensively. "The police are already involved. Just do your job."

The Doctor was startled by the outburst from the seemingly calm man, but shut up and started cleaning the bloody scabs and cuts on Greg's back.

Nick had a hard time sitting there listening to Greg's soft whimpers. He grabbed his friends hand and squeezed lightly.

"This is strange," the Doctor muttered to himself.

"What is?"

"These cuts are done with such precision, enough to defiantly leave scars, but not enough to need stitches." He looked closer. "There are a lot of other scars that look a bit older."

"Those are from a work related accident."

"Can't be, they're done the same way as the new ones."

"What?" Nick quickly got up and stood next to the Doctor and looked at the exposed back.

All the cuts that had been there from the accident a few years back were covered with scars just like the new ones, and all of them together made a detailed carving of a lion. "Shit"

"Please stop," Greg whispered. "Please just bandage it?"

"I'm sorry, Greggo."

Greg shook his head as the Doctor started placing the white bandages over the raw cuts.

"Done. Now stand up and let's get you weighed, okay?"

Greg slowly pushed himself up and obediently stood on the scale the Doctor pointed to. After a minute of playing around with the scale, the Doctor sighed. "Mr Sanders, when's the last time you ate a full meal?"

"On the way here," Greg said quickly.

The Doctor looked to Nick who shook his head. "We got him a garden salad, but that's all."

"That's not a full meal. How about before that?"

Greg shrugged, not giving a verbal answer.

"You're at a dangerously low weight, I want to keep you here for a few days so we can get you nurturance by IV until we're sure you'll be stable."

"But I don't wanna stay here…" Greg whispered to himself.

"It will only be for a few days, but after that you will have a strict dietary plan for awhile."

Greg nodded, but kept his eyes on the ground. He stayed silent with his eyes not moving from the ground for the rest of the exam, including the rape kit. He vaguely heard the Doctor saying something about extreme tearing, but he was no longer listening. He didn't change until they got him to the room he would be staying in, hooked him into the IVs and left, leaving Nick and Grissom alone with him.

He snapped out of his funk and looked at the two older men with wet eyes. "I'm sorry."

Nick looked at Grissom, then back at Greg. "For what?"

"Everything."