Yes! I actually wrote the next CHAPTER! O.O Once again, I forgot to update….i iz sowwy? When I was going through my old stories on AFF I found this and wondered why I never continued it. So I decided to do so…hm, I might have had writers block or I became extremely busy. Whatever reason (even if the world ended) there is never a good enough reason to not write CSI fanfiction. Now if you were going to work, that's a completely different story. Call in sick….and THEN write a fic while home on your "day off". :D Anyway, I hope this chapter is good. In my own opinion, it's kind of settling. And yes, there are a lot of errors in this for I don't feel like writing boring stuff about this and that so I just cut to the chase. I'll probably be working on chapter 4 about the time I started working on this one…next year. LOL, JK.

Wounds Do Not Heal

The cold hands rub him roughly; he can hear his own rapid breathing as his heart beats faster and faster. Somehow he knows nobody is here to save him, to help him. He knows someone is trying to hurt him but he doesn't know who. This person doesn't have a face. What could he possibly do? His whole body would not follow his commands to move. His site was blurry and everything was dark. It seemed like he was alone in the middle of non-existence but in his mind he knew, he knew that wasn't the case. He knew somebody was there with him. Somebody evil: somebody who has inflicted pain on him. Somebody who wanted to cause emotional anguish or to make him miserable. Their intent was to make him suffer and yet he doesn't even know why. For he cannot change the past, he wishes he could at least know why. Why this person wanted HIM. Why this person sought him out. The cold hands rub him roughly once again. He flinches, remembering the memory clear as day even though his mind was a fog.
He hears a raspy voice, one of hate and anger. The voice is in his ear, hot breath burns him. He wants to turn his head away but he cannot. He is immobile. He hears a zip and he loses the warmth of his clothes soon after. He wanted to cry out, to say something against this man to stop but nothing would escape. It's like he was in a coma but with his eyes open. He did not understand and yet he did not really want to. Right as the man was about to act on his desires and cause Greg the worst pain he had ever felt in his life, he felt warm gentle hands pulling him. Stealing him away from the monster and saving him.
Greg eventually regained consciousness in the arms of none other than Nick.
"Greg, are you OK?" Nick's tone of voice was worried and maybe a bit tired and frightened.
Greg's forehead was full of sweat and his body was shaking terribly. Nick frowned and held Greg close in his arms. He didn't know what to do and he didn't know what to say. He felt Greg's body tense and un-tense over and over again. He wished he could make Greg feel better.
"Would you like something to drink?" The question was completely random and probably not the most appropriate but Greg nodded his head yes. Nick started to stand but was quickly pulled back down by the smaller hands of Greg who wouldn't show his face," Greg, I have to get up to get you a drink."
Greg let go but didn't say anything. Nick stood, looking at Greg unsure if he should leave him alone but decided a glass of hot chocolate might calm him down so to the kitchen he went. After heating, pouring, and mixing two cups of chocolate he found his way back to Greg's room but the bed was empty. Nick was about to have a panic attack when he noticed the closet door slightly ajar.
Nick made a face before setting the cups down and making his way towards the doors. Kneeling down he slowly opened one shutter and found a vulnerable shaking Greg on the other side with his knees drawn up, just like the day they found him in the apartment.
"Greg, why are you in here?" Nick sat down so he'd be comfortable, getting a feeling he would be there for a while.
No reply. Nick reached for Greg's arm but Greg pulled it back," Greg….why are you in the closet?"
A long silence than," It's the only safe place."
Safe place? Nick thought, what did he mean?
"Why is the closet the only safe place?" Nick asked, contemplating getting the cups of chocolate and just bringing them to Greg.
"Because…h-he..," Greg's voice was cracking and Nick knew that he didn't want to say anything.
"Greg, whoever that man was isn't here right now. And I'm here so there's nothing to worry about. You're safe. There's no need to hide in the closet, please come out," Nick pleaded.
"How do you know? What if he's watching my house and he knows everything that I do?"
Oh boy, he's gone paranoid, Nick thought. Nick couldn't act like he knew what Greg was going through because honestly, he didn't. Nick couldn't relate to Greg no matter how hard he tried but he was determined to get Greg out of this damn closet.
"Would you feel better if I stayed in here with you?" Nick asked, unsure of the question himself and feeling a bit awkward just for saying it.
"R-really?" Greg looked up finally, revealing his puffy eyes that glistened.
"Yea, I'll stay. But only if you come out of the closet, OK?" Nick felt like he was talking to a child but he guessed in this situation he kind of was. Greg was innocent, still didn't know everything about the world and was great at his job, he seemed happy. Something just had to ruin it, right?
Nick extended his hand and Greg gently took it. Pulling harder than he needed so Nick ended up making Greg fall on him but Nick kept his balance. Thinking he should feel awkward Nick found it strange that holding Greg the way he was now felt so natural. Greg didn't get off of him like he thought he would but in fact Greg seemed really tired. Too tired to really even stand, Greg made no move to remove himself from Nick. Nick thought, man he mustn't have gotten any sleep these past days. Without giving it any second thought Nick lifted Greg up bridal style and lied him down on the bed. Laying his head down at last Nick saw that Greg's eyes were half open and he looked like he was dozing off. Nick grinned, he looked so adorable. Nick didn't realize he was hovering over Greg until his back started hurting a bit. Climbing off, Nick rubbed his eyes before laying down next to Greg and almost instantly falling asleep.

The next morning Greg woke up to the most wonderful smell in the world. A decent breakfast. He rubbed his eyes of their tiredness as the warm sunlight from the window shone through and lit up his face. He looked around and didn't see Nick. Then he suddenly realized. Oh God, I had Nick sleep with me last night. Well, not SLEEP with me, ah why am I arguing with myself?! Greg was giving himself a headache so he decided to stop what he was doing, get up, and make his way to the kitchen where he assumed the delicious smell of bacon and eggs came from. There stood Nick in an apron above the stove looking like cooking was the most stressful thing in life.
Greg couldn't help but smile at the older man as he hurried along the small kitchen, putting the bacon and eggs onto two plates and setting them at the table, completely unaware of Greg's presence.
Greg finally couldn't help it so he coughed to get Nick's attention, feeling a bit silly while thinking about the night before. The cough startled Nick and he looked at Greg with a shocked expression before smiling.
Nick spread his arms wide to the table of food," Breakfast is served."
Greg grinned before sitting at the table next to Nick who removed his apron and gloves.
The two fell into silence as Greg enjoyed his first real meal in a while. Nick stared at him without Greg's knowledge, looking for something but he didn't really know what.
"Nick…." Greg says breaking the silence.
"Yes?" Nick said in return, taking a bite of his eggs.
"I…I want to…apologize….for last night. It was very rude of me to…to ask you to sleep in my room last night."
"No no, Greggo. You weren't being rude, you were scared. That happens to the best of us."
"But still, it was completely inappropriate and I'm sorry….," Greg says in almost a rush and then the room goes silent once again.
Nick dropped his fork onto his plate and it clattered before he stared intently at Greg who didn't look back, just shyly at his plate as he spooned his eggs. (LOL, I couldn't resist. SCORE! (^-^)/)
"Greg, there's nothing to be sorry about. I already told you. Fear gets the best of us sometimes, last night just happened to be one of those times. And I'm HAPPY I got to be there to help you through. Greg, if you ever need me there again I'll be there, OK?"
The mouthful of words left Nick slightly out of breath but he didn't pay attention as he waited for a reaction from Greg.
Greg hesitantly looked up and was about to answer when his door bell rang.
"Want me to get it?" Nick asked, knowing Greg would be reluctant to answer.
Greg smiled and nodded so Nick stood from his seat to answer the door.
"Hello may I-" Nick was cut off when he caught site of the gun in his face.

Sorry it was so short. - *feels terrible since it's been…how long now?* I hope to start working on the next chapter soon. ^=^