A/N: Heyy guys! So I've got quite a few prompts piled up now, thank you so much! So I shall be fulfilling your wishes for a while, and I got some great reviews which is ace! This is for McGeeklover who requested sick Greg and comforting Nick, it's gunna be a two parter ;)

UK! We're still loving the new series right? Good, Good :3

So yeah I'll shut up now.

Summary - Greg is really ill, and a fight with Nick just makes matters worse...

Ill

He felt dead. There was no other way to describe it. He should just go down to autopsy and lay on the cold metal lab, just waiting.

Greg Sanders groaned as he tried to sooth his pounding headache and ease the hot sweat which was causing his hair to stick to his forehead, even though he kept shivering from sudden chills. He was hot, like, really hot…. like he'd walked through the fires of hell itself. His throat was so soar that he could barely swallow and his breathing felt constricted. He should have listened to his mother when she suggested Greg get his tonsils out.

He was extremely tired, he felt like a ghost when walking around, yet he couldn't sleep from the pain. He'd completely lost his appetite and hadn't eaten since the previous morning. He had pain behind his eyes too, and they looked red and puffy. Greg didn't feel like there was a part of him that wasn't in agony.

Why was I so friggin' stupid as to come into work?! He scolded himself in his mind, but it appeared that even thinking loud thoughts made his head hurt even worse.

The truth was it had only been three weeks since Warrick was murdered, and therefore Greg couldn't afford to not be at work. Firstly, and most tragically, they were a CSI down and therefore needed as much as help as they could get. The other point was…well Nick in particular was still finding it hard to cope and Greg felt like he needed to be there for his friend. His own ailment would have to wait, Nick needed Greg's support right now and that was more important.

"Hey Greggo" the Texan drawl suddenly flowed through the air as Nick arrived in the room too. "What's up?" he asked with a lopsided smile "You go drinking last night?" he teased.

"No" Greg replied quietly. It was the only decibel he could achieve. The young CSI rolled his head on the locker door to face Nick.

The Texan's smile fell "Oh my God, Greg" he said concernedly "You look like, well, death"

"Thanks" Greg croaked "Then, could you put me out my misery please?" Nick laughed a little. I'm not kidding Greg thought disgruntledly.

"You want to go to hospital or something?" Nick asked.

"No, Nicky I…" Greg stopped as he realised what he'd done and rolled his head back round "Shit" he mumbled to himself.

Nick's look of concern turned to one of anger "I told you not to call me that!" he practically yelled. Greg cringed and turned away. "God Greg I… you know how it upsets me!" Nick continued to press incredulously. "Are you just doing it on purpose or something?!"

Nick been doing this a lot recently, making a big deal out of rather insignificant things. Nearly everything about the job, or Vegas for that matter, reminded him that Warrick was gone, that his best friend was dead. He'd just get mad a lot and explode at random intervals, usually at Greg, since Catherine and Grissom were their superiors. But Greg didn't mind though, he knew this was part of Nick's grieving process. He was willing to go through anything, just to help Nick through this. Even if the stuff the older CSI said did hurt sometimes.

"Nick I'm sorry" Greg almost choked. His eyes already hurt and having to hold back tears was not helping.

"Whatever, Greg" Nick said bluntly and left shaking his head.

Greg sniffed as he finally pulled himself off the locker. He felt really dizzy and nearly feel over due to head rush, but he caught himself on the bench. As if today couldn't get any worse….

…It got worse.

Grissom had put Greg and Nick on a case together and Nick wouldn't even talk to the younger man. Although, Greg couldn't help but be thankful for the silence so he wouldn't have to strain his throat. Everything now looked distorted due to his stinging eyes and headache, Nick looked like he had two heads. And if he were able to, Greg would quiet happily walk around the back alley crime scene with his shirt off it meant he'd cool down a little… a lot. His fatigue was getting worse as he tried to stop his eyes from drooping and the hunger in the pit of his stomach made it sound like he'd swallowed a chainsaw.

The youngest CSI bent down on one knee to examine some blood drops he'd found on the floor, when he suddenly felt a sharp stabbing sensation in his abdomen. Greg whimpered in pain as he clutched at the aching spot. Another stab and Greg let out a small cry of pain. He quickly clapped a hand over his mouth, hoping Nick hadn't heard.

"Greg!" Nick called. But he sounded more angry than concerned. "Greg, can you pay attention please, I've been calling to you for like five minutes!"

"N-n-Nick" Greg stuttered. Oh God the pain. He gritted his teeth and wrapped his arms around himself.

"What?" Nick said bluntly.

"Hos-hospital" Greg managed to whimper before he started to sag to the floor as the darkness consumed.

"Greg!" Nick called as he caught his friend. And this time he was concerned. No, more than that.

He was frightened.

They were at the hospital now.

Nick had immediately shouted for someone to call an ambulance as he pulled Greg into his chest. He'd wiped back Greg's fringe, the poor kid had been sweating like he was six feet from the sun, yet he was shivering. His breathing had been ragged and inconsistent and his neck looked a little swollen. Nick had sat on the ground with Greg leant against his chest as he rocked back and forth slightly stroking the young CSI's hair.

"I'm sorry Greggo" he'd whispered quietly as tears filled his eyes. "I'm so, so sorry. Please wake up, please don't leave me"

The ambulance had arrived and Nick had refused to let go of Greg's hand the whole time, despite various medics trying to push him away. As soon as they'd gotten to the hospital Greg had been rushed away and Nick had called Grissom. The supervisor said he and Catherine were stuck at a crime scene in the desert but they'd get there soon as possible.

And now Nick was pacing impatiently up and down the hall with a shaky fist placed on his mouth.

"You idiot!" He whispered aggressively to himself "You, absolute…complete…total…bastard!" he was angry at himself of course, for not taking action earlier when he realised Greg wasn't well.

And then he'd yelled at the kid for no God damn reason! He was the worst friend in the world… and he deserved to be hated for this. Greg was obviously ill, really ill, and Nick had been so stubborn and so wound up about Warrick's death, he hadn't noticed Greg suffering because of it. And Greg had been there for Nick no matter what…as proved by this. But Nick, well he couldn't even remember if he'd asked Greg how he was coping after Warrick's death.

"Oh God!" Nick cried in frustration as he gripped the back of his neck. "Please Greggo, please just wake up, I need you to know I'm here for you. I need you to know I'm sorry… I need you to know you're my little brother, and I love you. Yeah I'll say it, I love you little bro"

Just then a doctor came out of Greg's room and approached Nick. The Texan's breathing hitched as the doctor's face was inscrutable right now. The female doctor stood in front of Nick and gave him a sympathetic smile.

Nick's heart sank.

Second part to appear very soon! Also, halfway through exams now, so there is a new multi-chapter story in the works! Three guesses as to who it's about ;)

And just to prove my immaturity, the title says ill, it's not just three lines which I think it looks like :3

More prompts would be great and reviews would be nice too :) xx