Chapter Ten: Control

"Hi." Greg startled Nick from his thoughts. Nick smiled up at him then watched Greg walking into the layout room where he was sat, setting two coffees down on the table away from all of the evidence. "Whatcha working on Nicky?"

"This never endin' case. We've got more victims then we have suspects." Nick looked at him concerned as he leant against the table beside him. "What are you doin' back, you're supposed to be restin' at home in bed."

"I'm fine. I have minor bruises, the slightest cut..."

"Five stitches isn't the slightest cut Greg." Nick interrupted him. "You should be at home, asleep."

"I'm fine Nicky. It barely hurts. I've been through a lot worse." Greg pulled up a chair beside Nick, smiling widely at him. Nick flinched as Greg suddenly rested his hand on his thigh, reaching across him to grab some photo's to look at. Greg slowly removed his hand then flipped through the photos curiously. "Did you take these?"

"Yep." Nick pointed to his name on the time and date stamp in the corner of the photo. Greg reached for another photo of himself from yesterday, looking at the blood that was trickling down the side of his head in the picture.

"You took this one too?"

"Yep," Nick nodded again. "Is it okay?"

"Besides the blood. Yeah. It's one of my good angles." He grinned at Nick, making him smile too.

Nick bit his lip as he looked up into Greg's eyes, wanting to ask him about the attack, but he didn't know how Greg would take it. "Greg, did you see the suspect... before he knocked you down I mean?"

"I already told the police. Black hoody, dark khaki trousers... he was wearing sneakers, oh and the girl had long nails, but they didn't look real. Maybe she lost the nail I found."

"The nail?"

"I bagged an acrylic nail I found on the side." Greg leant on Nick's thigh again as he reached past him for the evidence he collected. Nick leant back as far as the chair would allow him as the soft scents of Greg's hair invaded his nostrils.

"Thank you." Nick peeled Greg's hand off his thigh then took a closer look at the nail. "There's a fingerprint in the glue. It's a partial but it could be useful." Nick climbed off his chair, giving Greg a smile before he head across the hall to Mandy's lab. "Mandy, can you run this print off this acrylic fingernail?" Nick asked, holding it up to her.

Mandy took the bag from him to take a look then nodded. "Yeah, looks like a partial though."

"Can you try?" He requested, leaning on the other side of her table.

Mandy smiled up at the Texan then pulled some gloves on to handle the evidence. "Do you have any idea who it might be?" She asked as she loaded the print data into the computer.

"I'm guessin' a woman, maybe Brass's daughter." Mandy looked round at him surprised. "I know he doesn't want to believe that his daughter killed those people, but witnesses identified her as the shooter."

"Well," Mandy turned her computer screen so Nick could see it. "Looks like you're right. Print came back to Ellie Brass."

Nick nodded as he checked for himself. "Thank you Mandy." Nick head back across the hall to the layout room, taking a seat beside Greg again. "Print belongs to Ellie Brass."

"That girl who's gone missing?" Greg queried. "The Captain's daughter?"

"Yep," Nick reached for a file then held out a picture to Greg. "Did you see this woman?" He asked showing him a recent photo of Ellie Brass. Greg's eyes widened as he looked at it, giving Nick the answer he was looking for. "Okay. For some reason this mystery green eyed man and Ellie are going on a killin' spree. They're killin' survivors of the 1995 Red Rock Bank robbery."

"Green eyed man?" Greg queried. Nick nodded looking round at his expression. "Like really green?"

"Like your favourite colour green, yeah." He nodded watching Greg smile as he had remembered his favourite colour. "Why, did you see him too?"

Greg nodded as he leant on his elbow on the table. "Right before he hit me, I saw his green eyes. Why did they want to kill me? I wasn't involved in a bank robbery."

"How do you know they wanted to kill you?" Nick asked curiously. "They killed one of the survivor bank tellers, Malcolm White. He was your DB at the crime scene." Nick reminded him as Greg had been a little forgetful on the details after he hit his head.

"But when they were taking me, they were talking to each other."

"What did they say?" Nick watched Greg's expression curiously.

"Something about a master, and I was needed." Sighing softly, Greg gave Nick a shrug as he couldn't remember. "Sorry."

"It's okay. At least we can now confirm they're workin' together and not on separate crime sprees."

"Nick!" Grissom shouted his name as he entered the room. "I told you to go home an hour ago, you've worked a double shift already . . . and you Greg, what are you still doing here?" He asked checking his watch. "You're supposed to be at home sleeping."

"He's helpin' me." Nick defended him. "Greg saw the green eyed man and Ellie when he was attacked."

"How does he know it was Ellie?" Grissom queried then watched Greg holding up the picture of her in his hands. "Are you sure it was her?" Greg nodded feeling as though he was on trial.

"We also got her fingerprints to confirm she was there. These two are workin' together and they were talkin' about takin' Greg away to their Master." Nick informed him on the recent update on case details.

"Okay, I'll tell Warrick and Sara. You two go home before I have to escort you there myself."

Nick and Greg both nodded then waited for him to leave.

Greg turned to Nick giving him a wide smile. "So what are you doing for the rest of your Thursday morning Nicky?" He asked him curiously.

"Um..." Nick licked his upper lip then shook his head round at Greg. "Nothin'."

"Good." Greg grinned then tugged Nick to his feet, leading him off to the locker room to grab their things.

"Where are we goin'?"

Doctor Nelson unhooked the straps from his daughter's arms then gently wiped the bloody tears from her soft cheeks. Sandra's eyes immediately snapped open as she felt the cloth touch her skin. Doctor Nelson gave her a soft smile then took a step back from her. "I'm sorry honey, it's the only way." He whispered before he started to give her directions.

"Stand up."

Sandra sat up in one swift motion, spinning her legs around to the side to stand up straight. Her eyes were blank and her expression was emotionless. Completely unlike her.

"Good." Doctor Nelson turned to look at Louis walking towards him. His bright green eyes scanned over Sandra before he stepped up to his master.

"I've got his work address." He informed him, holding out a slip of paper to him.

Doctor Nelson took the slip from his hands nodding to him. "Good, we'll go get him tonight."

"Would you stop being such a big baby! No one's gonna laugh at you. There's no one around." Greg insisted, reaching out for Nick's hands to hold. Nick sighed heavily then finally took his hands, steadily being pulled out onto the ice by Greg. "See, it's not so bad." Greg grinned widely at him as he slowly began to skate backwards, pulling Nick along with him on the empty ice.

"Don't make me look stupid." Nick warned him as he felt himself about to fall over.

"Nobody's here. Believe it or not most people are asleep at two in the morning." He giggled softly, pulling Nick a little closer to him as he continued to skate backwards around the large icy surface. "So you've seriously never been ice skating before?"

Nick shook his head almost crashing into Greg as his foot slipped but he managed to stabilise himself at the last second. "Nope . . . never, I was goin' to in school. But my dad cancelled the trip last minute tellin' me boys don't skate."

"Well I've been skating since I could walk. It's the only activity my mom let me do. And it's not just for girls." Greg let go of one of Nick's hand, lifting Nick's arm above his head as he twirled in his arms. Nick smiled widely then reached out for Greg's hand as he felt himself beginning to wobble. "So what are we gonna do for our third date?" Greg asked him curiously.

"I think it's my choice next since you picked the first and the second date."

"Well, what did you have in mind?" Greg tugged Nick a little closer, lacing their fingers together at their sides as they glided across the ice like swans.

Nick nervously bit his lip as he looked into his partner's eyes, not knowing what to say as he was too nervous. "I... I dunno." He shrugged.

"Do I make you nervous?" Greg smiled sweetly, putting his arms around Nick's neck.

"Maybe a little." Nick confessed placing his hands on the younger mans hips, not even looking where they were going anymore.

"Don't be." Greg gave him another sweet smile. "See, this ice skating thing isn't so bad after all, huh?"

Just as Greg spoke Nick lost his footing and pulled them both crashing to the hard icy ground. Greg giggled as he landed on top of him.

Placing his hands either side of Nick's head, he leant up to look down in his beautiful chocolate gem eyes. "Are you okay Nicky?"

"I'm fine." Nick leant up on his elbows, joining his lips to Greg's. He closed his eyes as he savoured the lips he had been dying to taste all day then pulled back with a wide smile on his face. "I've been dyin' to do that all day."

"What kept you?" Greg queried, licking his lips as he smiled down at Nick.

"I didn't know if you wanted me to kiss you."

Greg grinned widely at him then carefully climbed to his feet, pulling Nick up with him. "I definitely wanted you to kiss me." Greg laced his fingers with Nick's, slowly gliding back towards the exit to sit down on one of the bench's. "I've been waiting for you to kiss me since our first date."

"Well why didn't you just ask?" Nick queried as he dropped onto the bench beside him.

"I didn't know if you wanted to kiss me." Greg leant forwards to press his lips to Nick's then pulled back to remove his skates before he helped Nick with his. Greg pulled his sneakers on then immediately sprang to his feet once they were secure. "Want hot chocolate?" He asked as he tugged Nick to his feet.

Before Nick could answer, Greg was already pulling him away to the longue area where the staff were just changing shifts.

"Do you want chocolate sprinkles and marsh mellows with it?" Greg asked him as they made their way over to one of the booths.

"Ye-yeah." He breathlessly replied, giving Greg a half nod as he was so nervous. He hadn't been on a date with anyone in a while, and now he was on a date with the best one he'd ever had.

Greg gently pushed Nick into one of the empty booths then made his way over to the hot drinks vending machine to get him and Nick a minted hot chocolate drink complete with marsh mellows and chocolate sprinkles.

"Gotcha hot chocolate," Greg slid into the booth beside Nick, handing him one of the hot chocolates from his hands. "Careful it's hot." Nick smiled up at him, wrapping one of his cold hands around the warm cup. "So, what are you doing tomorrow Nicky?"

"Workin' actually," He remembered. "Did you wonna go out after?"

"Sure, you can take me out to breakfast." Greg cheekily added. Nick smiled up at him, loving the adorable smile across Greg's face.

"Goodbye Jas." The security guard smiled at him, pushing the door open to let him out.

"Bye Karl." Waving back at him, Jason pulled his jacket on, stepping out of the bank to head home. Glancing around the near empty car park, Jason League made his way off to the only car on the far side. As Jason started walking he heard footsteps coming up behind him. Glancing over his shoulder he spotted a man and a woman with cold dark looks in their eyes, clearly following him as they both had their bloodcurdling eyes fixated on him, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

Jason started walking quicker, pulling his car keys from his pocket as he was just a few feet away from his car now and the couple were gaining on him fast.

Practically running for his car, Jason forced the keys into the lock then felt a sharp pain in his lower back. Looking at the window in front of him he saw the reflection of the female behind him. Within a few seconds the sharp pain in his back turned into a numbing one. Looking in the window again he saw the knife in the woman's hands covered in a red sticky substance.

Jason dropped to his knees then fell back against the concrete behind him, watching the man and woman walking away. The woman just walked with long strides not caring what she just did whereas the man kept looking over his shoulder at him; the slightest look of compassion on his face and his green eyes look almost mournful for what he had just witnessed.

Greg laced his hand with Nick's as he tugged him off down the hall towards his apartment door. "Here it is. Apartment 4B." Greg pointed then stopped at his door to turn and face Nick. "Want me to pick you up after work tomorrow?"

"Sure." Nick nodded then leant forwards pressing his lips softly to Greg's, with one hand on the younger mans hip. Nick smiled as he pulled back, watching Greg's angelic eyelashes fluttering gently across his soft cheeks. "I'll see you tomorrow then." He whispered against his lips, not really wanting to leave just yet.

"Bye." Greg smiled as Nick leant forwards to kiss him again. He wrapped his arms around Nick's shoulders, taking a step closer as their tongues danced around each other in their warm wet mouths, breaking only seconds for a breath of air.

Nick finally pulled back, resting his forehead against Greg's as they took deep breaths in perfect harmony of one another. "I should probably..."

"Go." Greg finished for him, smiling up into his eyes. "I know."

"See you tomorrow." He whispered against his lips.

"Bye Nicky."

"Bye." Nick finally took a step back, giving Greg a smile as he walked away towards the elevator. Greg watched him go, giving him a sweet wave as the elevator doors closed. He waited until he was gone then fished his keys from his pocket to unlock his apartment door and head inside to get some sleep.

Sighing dreamily, Greg made his way off towards his bedroom, collapsing back against the mattress with a Cheshire grin on his face.

"So Sara," Grissom stepped up behind her looking at the blood pool around her victim. "What do you make of the scene?"

"Well it's no point in working the scene." Sara climbed to her feet, looking round at him. "His names Jason League. He's on our list of bank tellers from the bank robbery. The judge has finally allowed us to reopen the old bank robbery case files, and we've put protection out on the four remaining bank tellers so we're not investigating their murders in a couple of days . . . but at the rate they're going, it'll be another in a couple of hours."

Grissom looked at her wide eyed then cleared his throat. "Sara, we have to work the scene. This Jason Teague is just as important as any other victim we come across, if not more since there may be a vital clue here to help us stop these people."

"Okay." Sara half smiled up at him then reached for her kit to start collecting evidence. "Looks like he was stabbed in the back before he even got to unlock his car." She noticed as the keys were still in the car door lock. "There's probably no prints as he was stabbed from behind, so the killer didn't have to touch him." Sara looked around spotting a security camera outside one of the shops. "Maybe we can ask them for their tapes." She pointed out.

Grissom looked to where she was pointing then nodded. "I'll go. You stay here and wait for David to check over the body. I'll meet you back at the lab." He instructed her then pulled a cap down over his head before he head over to the store.

The man behind the counter smiled at him then watched as Grissom pulled out his CSI ID badge. "Can I help you sir?"

"I'm from the Crime Lab, my names Gil Grissom. Can I have a look at your security tapes please? They may have witnessed a murder."

"Yes." He nodded then led Grissom through to the back room where the monitors were all set up. Grissom smiled as the guy willingly handed over the tapes to him without a warrant or anything. He started to wish all people were that agreeable to help out in a murder case.

"What? Where are we going?" Sandra groggily asked as the green eyed man helped her off the table. He shook her a few times to snap her out of her daze, looking down into her dark brown eyes. "You? Where am I?" She started to panic as the nights previous events ran through her mind.

"Shh," He whispered, placing his finger to her lips. "I've got to get you out of here. It's not safe for you here." Helping her to her feet, he removed the watch from her wrist that Doctor Nelson used on all of them as a tracer so he knew where they were at all times.

Sandra groggily rested her head against his shoulder as he quietly helped her out of the lab.

"What are you doing?" A voice suddenly cut through the low buzz of the machines. Swiftly turning around with Sandra in his arms, he spotted Ellie stood behind him with a frown on her face. "I said... what are you doing?" She asked again.

"I'm taking her out of here."

"The Master won't be pleased." Ellie placed her hands down at her sides, taking a few steps closer towards him. "Put her down. We're not allowed to leave."

"Ellie," He looked into her eyes with his, trying to get through to the last piece of humanity in her so he could get Sandra out of there safely. "You don't seriously want to stay here and kill people for that man do you?" Ellie just stared up at him with a perplexed frown on her face as she was only programmed to respond to her master's commands. "We can all go; we can put a stop to this killing."

"But it's our jobs. It's our purpose." Ellie took a few steps closer to him. "The Master said we can't leave. Put her down."

"No!" He stubbornly refused, pulling the gun from his belt and pointing it towards her. "Get out of my way Ellie!" He commanded.

"Put it down Louis." A loud click erupted through the silence and a cold gun barrel was pressed to the side of his head. Louis turned his head slightly, looking at the Doctor stood beside him. "I said... put it down Louis. Ellie take his gun." He ordered.

Ellie took a few steps closer towards Louis, pulling the gun from his hand easily.

"Good. Now Louis... put my daughter down."

"No." He refused. The Doctor forced the hard barrel against his head again. "No, I won't do it!"

"Louis, this isn't a negotiation. Put my daughter down!" He ordered again, but Louis continued to rebuff against her.

Turning to face the Doctor, he looked him dead in the eyes showing him that he had no fear. Louis quickly raised his hand, pushing the gun out of the Doctor's hand. Ellie feared for her Master's life and squeezed the trigger of the gun she had taken off Louis.

A loud gunshot erupted through the laboratory, piercing its way into Louis's chest, sending him crashing to the ground behind him.

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