Greg managed to get his fingers on the knife while Ty taunted Catherine. He pulled the knife into his hand.
Ty looked back down at Greg. Greg was smiling at him. "What are you smiling about, boy? I got you good now. You see, look here." Ty took the Swiss army knife he used to stab Greg and licked his blood off of it. "What a sweet taste you have."
Greg's smile disappeared and changed to a look of disgust. "You are one sick bastard," he said in a low voice.
Ty got right in Greg's face. "I love the taste of blood and the younger the blood the better. If Jessie was here she would love to taste yours as well as your slut's."
"But she is not here, is she now? So you're the only sick one left." Greg said quietly through labored breathing.
"Maybe so, but this sick bastard wins this time around." Ty raised his knife as though he was about to slice Greg's throat. "It's time to say goodbye, Punk!"
Greg reacted fast. He took the knife he had and plunged it into Tyler's back. He watched as Tyler had a sudden look of surprise on his face. Then the knife fell loosely from Tyler's hand and he collapsed to the side of Greg.
Catherine could hear the commotion but had no idea what was going on. She feared the worst for Greg.
Greg lay still for a moment, trying to breathe normally. He reached over and felt for Ty's pulse. He did not find one. He felt honest relief for the first time since he ever saw Ty.
He reached in his pocket and got out his cell phone to call dispatch for help. He could only whisper but they heard him. Once he finished with the call, he pulled himself up slowly using the posts on the end of the bed, clutching his bleeding side. He drew his jacket snuggly around him as the cold crept into his body. He managed to stand up although in much pain.
When Catherine saw him she felt a huge wave of relief. He came over to her slowly and took the tape off her mouth first.
"Oh Greg! Thank God! I thought he killed you." She exclaimed with tears in her eyes.
Greg just shook his head and continued trying to free her hands. "You're bleeding," he said softly to her.
She looked at her arm and leg, which Tyler had cut into. "Those aren't too deep. He told me he was going to do worse once you were here."
"So he knew I was coming," he asked trying to mask his pain by regulating his breathing.
"Yes, he's been watching us from afar he said. He sent you the text message from my phone."
Greg finally managed to cut loose her hands. Catherine threw her arms around him. He let out a cry in pain, almost feeling like he was going to pass out. She let go immediately and looked alarmed. She could not see him bleeding because he had his jacket covering it.
"What's wrong? Did he hurt you? Is it your back again?" She now really noticed how pale he was and the sweat beading on his brow. She thought it was from his fight with Tyler. She grabbed his hands and saw the blood on both of them.
"Whose blood is this, Greg?"
He did not want her to worry about him again but he was feeling too weak now to hide it. He pulled open his jacket.
She gasped at his blood soaked shirt. Her eyes flew up to his. "Greg! My God!" She immediately got up, but felt a bit unsteady herself from her head but managed to run into the bathroom and grabbed some towels.
Greg lay back on the bed. He closed his eyes for a moment only thinking that Tyler Renning was dead and no longer able to hurt them.
Catherine came back out and panicked seeing Greg lying down with his eyes closed. "Greg! Greg, wake up!"
He opened his eyes back up, staring at her beautiful, yet panic stricken face. "I'm okay. I was just resting my eyes."
"You are not okay! You are going to bleed to death! I can't lose you now!"
He gave her a faint smile. "You won't lose me. I'll be fine. The paramedics are on the way. I called them. Ty is dead. We will be fine now."
She glared at him a moment, irritated with his stubbornness and nonchalant attitude. She applied the towels and pressure to his wound. He winced as the pain increased with the pressure.
"Sorry, but I have to," she told him. He nodded his head, knowing she was right.
She frowned and glanced over the end of the bed and saw Tyler's body with the knife in his back. She looked back at Greg, who had been staring at her.
"Did you check his pulse?"
"Yes, he is dead. It was him or me. He was about to slash my throat, if I had not moved fast enough."
She gazed at him and ran her hand through his hair in relief. "Well I am glad you were quicker than he was." She smiled at him.
Greg's expression turned more serious. "He didn't do anything else to you, did he?"
She shook her head. "No, nothing like that. He must have somehow broke into the garage and was waiting for me. I hardly heard him when he knocked me out." She subconsciously put a hand to her head where he hit her. She had a nice bump there now. "I woke up in my bed, tied up and well, stripped down to how I am now."
Greg could not bare the thought of him touching her like that. He was glad he was the one to kill him. He shook the thought from his head. He turned his attention back to Catherine, wanting to lighten up the mood.
"You do look sexy in that though." He grinned a bit.
She scowled at him. "You're practically dying here and that's all you can think of!?!"
"I'm not dying, I told you. Now that I am with the woman I love, you think I am leaving?"
She was slightly taken back a moment hearing the word "love" come out of his mouth. She thought about her own feelings for him at the moment. She studied him; he was not looking well at all, despite what he was telling her. She could not lose him. She knew it then for sure. "Well I don't want to lose the man I love so you better stick around."
He smiled at her then closed his eyes again.
She kept holding the towels against his wound. Her head was pounding from her injury and her fear for Greg's life. The pain from her arm and leg hardly bothered her, but she was starting to feel weak from her own blood loss. "Where is the damn ambulance," she said, looking towards the door impatiently.
"I can hear the sirens," Greg said so quietly she could hardly head him.
She looked down at him. "What?"
He opened his eyes slightly. "They are coming, listen."
She stared at him while listening. She finally heard them "You have some good ears on you for listening to music so loudly." She chuckled.
He just smiled at her.
She felt some relief knowing they would be there soon.
The first people through the door were Captain Brass and Gil Grissom. They came in and saw Catherine, who had thrown a robe over herself due to her feeling rather exposed and cold, sitting on the bed next to Greg, who looked very unwell. Brass immediately went to Tyler when he saw him on the ground. He checked his pulse.
Grissom came over to Catherine and Greg.
"Tyler's dead," Catherine said to Brass. Brass stood up and nodded his head. "So I see."
Grissom looked at Greg, whose eyes were closed again. "Paramedics are right behind me."
"Great." Grissom was surprised to hear Greg speak. Greg opened his eyes partially. "Hey boss. Sorry about the mess. Looks like I'll be out from work awhile again."
Grissom was happy to hear Greg able to joke around some. "That's perfectly fine, Greg. Just as long as you are alive."
Grissom looked to Catherine, who looked pale also. "Are you okay?"
She nodded her head. "I'm fine."
Greg spoke slowly again. "She had been cut and was knocked out on the head."
Grissom narrowed his eyes at Catherine. "I'll have the paramedics check you out too."
Brass spoke up as the paramedics came in. "How did Greg get involved here, Catherine? I thought he was not living with you anymore?"
Greg looked at Catherine, knowing their secret would have to come out.
"Tyler had been watching us. He knew Greg would come over. We've, uh, been seeing each other for a few weeks now." Catherine felt herself blush some at revealing their relationship.
Brass had an amused look on his face as he looked at Grissom, who raised his eyebrows.
"I see," Brass smirked. Grissom suppressed a smile.
The paramedics asked Grissom to move so they could assist Greg and Catherine. Catherine demanded to ride along in the same ambulance as Greg to the hospital.
A/N-Thanks again for all your reviews. Only one chapter left after this one. :)