A/N: Um…OK. I forgot this story and I had a little trouble continuing it because I just didn't know where to go and I just got over a huge Writer's Block that lasted for a few months. But a review on a different recent CSI fanfiction I wrote someone had asked for me to continue Somebody Help Me. So, I feel good. :D I hope this comes out fairly well Harper, I wrote it extra long just for you. And trust me, that's a record for me. :P
Also, I don't know why I named the chapter this, I was listening to the song...I guess?

Flashback
"I'd settle down if I were you, I don't want to be too rough. As hard as it is to believe. You're only making it harder on yourself the more you struggle..."

Grissom came out of his office after thinking things over.
"Hey Grissom, how's Greg?" It was Nick, he was set on Haley's case so he'd been working.
"I'm not sure. The kid's not telling me something…," Grissom sighed. (Yes, I know. That's not something Grissom would usually say. That's why this is called a FANFIC! Thanks! ^-^)
"What do you think he's hiding?" Nick asked frowning.
"Well, I have a feeling of what might of happened to him Nick…and I don't like it one bit."
"Wait, so he told you?" Nick asked.
"Not exactly. He told me how he ended up there but….he couldn't get to the end of his story."
"Hhmm, want me to ask him?" Nick suggested.
Grissom looked at him confused," You think he'd open up to you?"
"Possible. I've been known to charm people," Nick joked. Grissom didn't smile.
"See what you can find out. I have a feeling we could get the killer faster if we found out what happened."
Nick nodded and headed off.

Later that day

Nick pulled up in front of Greg's house, parked his car, and knocked on the front door of Greg's house.
No answer at first but then he heard someone unlocking the door. Greg peeked his head out," Nick? What are you doing here?"
"I came to talk to you. Mind if I come in?"
"Uh..I guess," Greg said awkwardly. He opened the door to allow Nick in. Nick walked inside, looking around.
"Nice place."
"Hmph," Simple answer, Greg sat on his couch, he was dressed in his normal clothes. Jeans and T-shirt.
The silence was killing Nick with Greg not saying anything. Not even asking him what he wanted to talk about. That wasn't Greg.
"I um…I wanted to talk to you about what happened…Greg." Nick tried to get his attention when Greg didn't look at him. He seemed completely content starring at his finger nails, his legs were crossed, sitting Indian style," Greg? It might help if you told me."
"I don't want to talk about it," He said still messing with his fingernails, not looking at Nick for a second.
Nick sat next to him with sigh and looked at him. Greg looked at him now, something written on his face told Nick he wasn't comfortable with him sitting there.
"Greg, why won't you tell me? We're friends, it's not like I'm gonna hate you for what happened," Nick tried to get his friend to open up but Greg just scooted to the end of the couch and started to mess with his nails again.
Nick sighed, leaning back on the couch. Greg looked at him with a surprised look. "I'm not leaving until you tell me."
"I'm not telling you."
"Looks like I'm spending the night then," Nick smiled at him. He stretched his arms out and rested his hands behind his head with a grin.
"You can't," Greg nearly growled. He stood up, his jeans fell back to his ankles, and went through the frame to the kitchen. He got a glass and the mild out of the refrigerator. While he was pouring himself a glass of milk Nick walked in through the door, leaning against the frame with his arms crosses, starring intently at Greg.
"What is it with you? The Greg I know wouldn't hide," Nick groaned," this isn't you Greg. What changed? Your ex girlfriend dying? Was it something that you saw? Was it something that happened maybe?"
"Nothing happened!" Greg yelled, tears stinging his eyes but not falling. He put his elbows on the counter and lowered his head, rubbing his hands together.
Nick was about to say something when his phone started going off. Greg didn't look up so Nick just got it out and answered," Hello?"
"Hey Nick, it's Sarah. I need to tell you something."
"Yea, what is it?" Nick said looking at Greg to see if he was gonna cave.
Greg didn't react, not caring how long Nick stood there.
"Well, um..it's something we found on Greg's clothes."
"Yea, what about them?"
"There was blood…."
"Yea, he said he freaked out about his ex. Maybe he touched her."
Greg looked up at this," Who's that?" Greg straightened up instantly, walking hastily over to Nick.
"Hang on," Nick said before putting the phone on his shoulder," Are you going to tell me what happened?"
Greg scowled at him.
"Fine," Nick put the phone back up to his ear," What were you saying?"
"Yes Nick, we did find traces of Haley's blood on his shirt but…"
"But what? Was there someone else's blood?" Nick asked curiously.
Greg tried to grab the phone, wanting to know who it was. Why does he care so much of who it was? Nick thought.
"Yes."
"Who's?" Nick continued to fight off Greg with a grin. Greg wasn't playing around but he thought it was funny anyway.
"Greg's."
"That's impossible. Greg said nothing happened….," Nick laughed a bit.
"Give me the fucking phone!" Greg yelled.
This surprised Nick and took him off guard. Why was he so angry and why did he want to know who it was so badly? Nick thought once again, more seriously.
"Yea, well the evidence tells us otherwise. Nick, we think Greg was raped."
Nick dropped the phone, everything seemed to go in slow motion. His left arm fending off Greg while his right hand still hung near his ear like he didn't drop the phone. His mouth gaped open as he slowly turned towards Greg.
Greg stopped trying to steal the phone and looked at Nick, frustrated.
"Is it…is it true, Greg?" Nick asked not explaining what he meant.
"What? If what's true?" Greg asked, a little offensively.
"Were you…," Nick looked like he was gonna be sick," were you…raped?"
Greg looked at him with hurt eyes like he was angry but then it slowly turned from anger to realization that he couldn't hide the truth anymore.
"Greg?" Nick thought his friend was about to faint because he looked like he didn't want to be there. Like he would rather die then tell Nick about what happened in that apartment.
"Yea…it…it happened," Greg looked down at his hands, playing with his nails again. His voice cracked, he tried saying something but only managed a small cry from his throat.
"Oh no…oh no, oh no, oh no," Nick didn't know what to say. He didn't know if Greg wanted to be hugged and that was the only thing he could think that was comforting. He wanted to ask him so many questions. Who was it? Do you know? When? How? Did he say anything? So many questions came rushing into his head at once but he ignored them, knowing that Greg needed comforting more then he needed to be interrogated. Nick shifted over to him, wrapping his warm arms around Greg's smaller figure. Greg didn't deny his hug; instead, leaned into it. His arms found their way around Nick, his face buried in the crook of his neck. Nick heard a sob come from him. He felt bad for the kid, he didn't deserve this. He wanted to find the bastard who did this and kill him himself. He was sure the rest of the team might agree. He stood there hugging Greg for at least half an hour, sobs occasionally coming from his friend. He patted his back, thinking rubbing it would make the moment awkward…or more awkward anyway. He finally let Greg go, holding his shoulders with his arms he looked into Greg's face. Greg was starring down at Nick's shoes, not wanted to see Nick's face when what happened was on his mind.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" Nick finally broke the silence.
Greg didn't respond right at first but then slowly shook his head. Nick sighed, not an agitated sigh but an understanding one. He didn't know exactly how Greg felt but he wanted to be there for him. He hugged him again, closing his eyes in content. His eyes stung when he closed them and he finally realized that he was crying. Greg shifted back and looked at him, trying to say something. Nick was patient, waiting.
"Do you…do you hate me?" Greg finally asked nervously.
"What? Do I hate you? Greg, I could never hate you, especially over something like this. Why would I hate you?" Nick asked thinking it was ridiculous Greg thought that.
"I don't know, I just….I don't want you to think that I…," Greg trailed off, his eyes drifting away from Nick to the edge of the counter.
"What? That you WANTED to do it? Greg, not saying that what happened to you was good but if you were gay I wouldn't care. Why would you think I'd hate you?"
"Because you've always showed anger towards the people that came into the interrogation rooms that were…gay," Greg found it a bit difficult to say the word for some reason.
"Greg, I don't hate those people because of their orientation. I hate them because they've done some bad things with their lives," Nick explained. How could he possibly think I'd be mad at him? Of course Greg wasn't a willing participant in what happened in that room and sure, Nick could exaggerate a little more because he wasn't exactly Go Gay People! But Greg was his friend.
"Thanks Nick…I really appreciate it," Greg slightly smiled. Nick loved his smile, even though now it was a bit dim. Was he ever going to smile the same? Nick thought. What if he thought he was tainted because of what happened? What if he thought that what happened was his own fault? Oh no…
"Greg, I want you to know this. That Haley's death and the…the rape," he noticed Greg cringed a bit," wasn't your fault. None of it was. You're a victim, Greg." Nick saw it seemed to comfort Greg a bit," I'm here for you for whenever you need me."
Greg looked at him and whimpered, but not from thoughts. He whimpered because he was so happy that Nick had said that. So happy to know that he was there, to know that Nick would comfort him.
"Nick?" Nick looked at him sweetly.
"Yea?"
"Will you…will you spend the night…please?" Greg's voice cracked a bit when he said 'please'. Nick didn't know why though but then he started to think. Greg said that he didn't want to think he wanted what he got, that he wasn't willing. Maybe the guy made him say please. Nick scowled at the thought.
~"Beg for it, tell me how much you want me inside of you…"
"Please….," Greg would whimper, a gun trailing up and down his side even though he was bound to the bed.
"Please what?"
"Please…fuck me," It would hurt Greg just saying it. His eyes looked at the ceiling, on the verge of tears.
"Well, since you asked so nicely." The man slowly slid Greg's jeans down enough and Greg felt him at his entrance. A whimper escaped his lips, thinking that he would never make it out of here alive. The man thrust into him all at once with no preparations or lube. Greg screamed so loud his voice cracked and he thought the whole building would hear. But nobody else stayed in this building and the manager was probably in the back room watching porn.~