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I know self-praise is never good... lol but I really like this chapter. I had fun writing it and kept thinking about it all the time, I even edited a big part of it because I felt it could be better. I hope you guys feel the same way about it and have as much fun reading it as I had writing :)

And guys, please don't be too hard to Julian. Can't we all understand that he's obsessed with our beloved Greg? ;)

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A week later, Nick and Greg planned to go out together after their shift. Both had the next day off. Surprisingly, Nick had to cover the shift for Ray and had to take a rain check. The second Julian heard that, he decided to use this opportunity. After Nick and Greg parted ways, he asked Greg to go out together.

Feeling confident about Julian not being a stalker, Greg agreed to a night out with him. After what happened last time, though, Greg didn't want to go and have drinks. Instead, they were going to a restaurant.

They had a good dinner with good conversations. It was a fun night.

"I know you don't want to have drinks," Julian said after they payed the check. "But a few blocks down is an amazing bar! How about we have just one drink?" Julian had a glass of wine to drink with the dinner, but Greg didn't order any alcoholics. He had to work the next day and didn't want to be hungover again.

Greg shrugged with a queasy smile. "I don't know."

"Come on, you're not going to be drunk from one drink, are you?"

"Probably not." Greg smiled. "Alright, one cocktail should be fine.

On their way to the bar, they went through a rather shady neighborhood. The CSIs have been called out there quite often, it wasn't the place to be all alone at night. In fact, it wasn't too far from where Greg got beat up years ago.

"You're sure this is the right way? That's not a good neighborhood, you know." Greg said.

"Yeah but the bar is awesome!" Julian said excited. He didn't mind walking around here. He wasn't a Las Vegas native and he didn't live here long enough to know which neighborhoods to avoid at night. After all, he was living in a fancy apartment in a nice neighborhood and worked at night, albeit he should know from his job that Vegas isn't the safest city in the world. He was just too ignorant to realize that.

After walking for about ten minutes, Greg got nervous. "Where the hell is that bar? We really shouldn't be here! Unless we want to buy some crack, of course..." he said sarcastically.

"It's fine, don't you worry!"

Finally, they reached the bar! Before they even entered it, three guys standing around outside the bar approached them. "Good evening, Ladies," they said with a grin on their faces.

Greg kept walking towards the bar and wanted to whisper to Julian, "Where the hell did you lead us to?", but he quickly noticed Julian wasn't walking next to him anymore. Turning around, he saw him talking to the three men. He walked to him and whispered to him, "What the hell are you doing? Come on, let's go."

But Julian didn't listen to him. He kept talking to these three men. "You better apologize now," he said with an angry face.

"Come on," Greg said, grabbing Julian's arm and trying to lead him away from the men.

"You better listen to your girlfriend," one of the men said while they encircled Greg and Julian.

Julian had a crazy look on his face. "Apologize."

"Okay, it's clearly just a misunderstanding," Greg said, "We're sorry, we won't bother you anymore. Come on," he gently pushed Julian, trying to get out of the circle the three men just formed, but they obstructed them. That didn't help Greg feel any less uncomfortable and scared right now.

"You're not getting off that easy now. You wanted some trouble, you're getting it," one of the men said. They pushed Greg and Julian with their backs against the wall.

Greg looked desperately to Julian, who brought them into this situation in the first place. But he didn't seem to try to get them out of it.

"Give me your wallets and your cells."

Greg quickly did as he was told, but Julian kept looking angrily and crazy at the guy.

The guy looked back at him. "You need an extra invitation?"

Julian didn't react.

"Alright, you got ten seconds to convince your friend here to give me his money, or this won't end well for either one of you."

"Julian, what the HELL is wrong with you? Just do it!" he tried to whisper to Julian, but was talking louder than he wanted to. He was just too nervous to control his voice like that.

Again, he didn't react. He kept looking angry and crazy without moving or saying something.

One of the guys took out a knife and held it towards Julian. "Do you really think this is worth it?"

"You don't want that knife anywhere near me," Julian said, finally reacting to what happened around him.

Greg stared at him in disbelief. They were in a very perilous situation and THIS was all he could say while being threatened with a knife?

"Oh yeah?" The man laughed. "Would it be better if I'd put it somewhere near your friend, instead?" He walked over to Greg.

"Don't you dare...!" Julian said really aggressive.

Before he reached Greg, the man turned around and walked back to Julian.

"You had your chance, but you didn't take it. Now we're going to have lots of fun with you boys." He patted Julian on the cheek, grabbed his shoulder and was getting his knife closer to his body.

Before he could come close enough to hurt him with the knife, Julian grabbed his wrist and redirected the knife towards his attacker's leg, stabbing him with his own knife in the thigh.

Both the attacker's entourage and Greg stared at Julian. They were all stunned.

The attacker went down screaming.

Julian was standing over him, kicking at the man lying down.

"Julian!" Greg tried to get over to him and keep him from hurting the attacker anymore, but one of the other guys held him back by pressing him against the wall, while the third man attacked Julian from behind.

Julian was able to fight the second guy off, too. He roughed him up pretty good, causing him to squat on the ground, trying to get up. Instead of walking away from him, Julian kept kicking him.

"What the hell is wrong with your friend?" the third man asked Greg desperate. He didn't know if he should try to make a run for it or try to get Julian away from the others.

When the second guy stopped trying to get up, Julian turned to the third man. "Give him his stuff back," he ordered.

The man looked around nervously.

"NOW!" Julian shouted.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he finally gave Greg his wallet and phone back when Julian walked up to him.

"Now take your friends and get the hell out of here..."

"You're insane!" the man said while running to the other guys, trying to help them get up. They walked away, supporting the man who got stabbed.

After Julian watched them walk away, he turned around to Greg with a smile on his face. "Let's get some drinks."

"Excuse me?" Greg said angrily.

"What is it?"

"Julian, what in the name of god just happened?"

"It's fine, they won't bother us anymore, you're safe with me." Again, he smiled.

"After you took down the first guy and started kicking him while he was already down you scared me more than those guys did!"

Julian had a serious face on. "I protected you. You should be thankful I saved you from those meatheads," he said in an awkwardly calm voice.

Greg laughed humorlessly. "You SAVED me? You're the reason we got into this situation in the first place!" He started to dial a number on his cell phone.

"Who are you calling?"

"Brass. We need to report this, tell him they're still out there."

"NO!" Julian yelled in a very angry voice, one Greg never heard from him before, whipping the phone out of his hand, causing it to fall down to the ground and crack.

Greg just stood there and stared at Julian with fear in his eyes.

"You're not telling anyone about this, you understand?" He pressed Greg against the wall forcefully. Julian was a bit stronger than Greg. He was two or three inches taller and had a quite muscular built. But when he was angry, he was even stronger and his tight grip really hurt.

"...Why not? You acted in self defense, Brass will understand," he replied, still looking scared.

"You won't say a word!" he yelled, still pressing him against the wall.

Greg tried to get out of his grip, without success. "Julian, you're hurting me..." he said quietly, hoping Julian would realize what he was just doing, but he still didn't let go.

"No one can know about this!"

"But they're dangerous! And what if they report this incident to the police and claim you attacked them...?"

"Then YOU will tell them what really happened! You saw them. They're not in the shape to hurt anyone."

"Julian, they'd ask why we didn't report this! Let's just call Brass and tell him. It's gonna be fine, I promise." He tried to calm Julian down.

He finally loosened the grip a bit, but he still pressed Greg against the wall, and it still hurt. "Here's what we gonna do. We'll go into this amazing bar and have a drink, then we're going home and forget this ever happened! IF they really report this incident, you'll tell the police they attacked us and I saved us, alright?" He let go of him.

"You're insane to even THINK I would go to that bar with you now!" After picking up the remains of his phone, Greg walked away from Julian.

"Where are you going?"

"Where do you think I'm going? I'm going home!"

"Wait!" he yelled as he ran after him. When he caught up with him he grabbed his wrist. "You're going home?"

"Let go of me, Julian," Greg said rather calm. He didn't want to upset Julian any more than he already did.

"Let me walk you to a cab, it's too dangerous for you to wander around here alone."

Greg gave Julian a 'Are you serious?' look. "Just leave me alone..." He got his wrist out of Julian's grip and kept walking, but Julian grabbed the wrist again, this time quite forcefully.

"I'll walk you to a cab!" Julian yelled, squeezing and twisting Greg's wrist violently, causing him to cry out in pain. After Greg looked at him terrified, Julian repeated, "I'll walk you to a cab..."

They walked towards a more busy road, trying to get a cab, but neither Julian nor Greg said anything the whole time.