A/N: Hey guys! Thanks so much for the reviews and all the other awesome stuff that you do! This story is for McGeeklover who as always gave me a great Hurt!Greg story to do. I really enjoyed writing this one, so I hope you enjoy too :) xx
Summary – When a suspect attack's Greg in his apartment, will Nick realise something is wrong in time to save him?
Save Me
Greg was absolutely exhausted when he returned to his apartment one night after a particularly gruelling shift. He'd had to handle a very difficult man whose girlfriend had just died, and he was demanding answers. When Greg said he couldn't give the man any because he was a suspect, this hadn't at all helped the man's pent up rage at the young CSI. Brass had to eventually have the angry man escorted out because he kept yelling profanities all over the building.
Now, Greg just wanted to climb into bed and forget the whole horrific ordeal. The man had been quite intimidating to the young CSI, but luckily Catherine had been there to step in. Greg kind of liked how she had this motherly protective mode sometimes. After that, the rookie CSI had been unusually quiet for the rest of the night, much to the concern of his friends, Nick especially. The Texan decided he would call Greg later to see if he just wanted to hang out and take his mind off things.
Greg entered his apartment and threw his keys down on the coffee table, before heading into the kitchen. He opened the fridge and studied the contents for a moment before deciding he wasn't really in the mood to eat. The young CSI made to go for his bedroom, but when he went back into the lounge, he found his apartment door slightly ajar. Frowning, because he was sure he'd locked it, Greg went to close it before heading to his bedroom.
The young CSI went to his room and flicked the light on before going to his wardrobe to pick out some different clothes. It was then, that Greg swore he heard a noise coming from his bathroom. The CSI began to grow a little worried as he cautiously made his way to the bathroom door. You're just being paranoid Greg told himself as he put his hand on the door and quickly opened it.
Okay, maybe not He thought as his eyes grew wide with fright, and the man who he'd been having trouble earlier with stared back. "H-how did you get in here?" Greg stammered as he slowly began to back away. The man followed him. "Please, if y-you just leave now I w-won't…"
"Don't give me that bull crap, kid!" the man snarled as he lunged forward and grabbed hold of Greg's arm. The young CSI fought to get free and cried out for help, but the man just threw him against the wall. Greg hit his head and fell, hard. "How dare you accuse me of killing my own girlfriend!" the man yelled as he kicked Greg in the ribs and the young man whimpered in pain. "I loved her!" Another kick. "But then again, you wouldn't know what love feels like" the man smiled maliciously. "Who could love an annoying little dork like you?"
Scared and aching all over, Greg tired stand up again but his legs were shaking too badly. He was close to tears. Suddenly, the young CSI's phone started ringing in his back pocket. The man towering over Greg suddenly drew a gleaming knife from his pocket and pointed it at Greg's stomach.
"Answer it!" he commanded "We don't want anyone to think something's wrong" the man said with twisted glee. "And if you do make out anything is wrong; I'll kill you right here, right now, you understand?"
Greg gulped and nodded before pulling out his phone. Shit, he thought helplessly as he saw it was Nick. He took a deep breath to calm himself before answering. Come on man, you're my best friend, please sense something is wrong. "Hey Nicky" Greg said as cheerfully as he could.
"Erm hey, Greggo" Nick replied sounding a little taken aback. "I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out, you seemed a little out of sorts earlier, thought it might cheer you up."
"Oh well erm thanks for the offer Nicky, but I'm really tired you know, so I think I'll pass if that's okay, Nicky"
"Erm…okay…sure" Nick replied. He seems confused, maybe he's caught on. Greg hoped. "I'll, erm, I'll call you tomorrow"
"Okay sure, bye Nicky" Greg said before hanging up and looking up at the man anticipating a look of approval.
"You're a good little actor" the man smirked "Now, let's have some fun!"
"Wa…" was all Greg could whisper before the man had grabbed him by the top of his hair and starting dragging him into the bedroom.
Again Greg started to try and squirm free, but the man keeping digging the knife a little further into him. He eventually threw Greg down on the bed and held the young CSI's head down by his hair, with the knife trained to Greg's throat.
"Please, please don't do this" Greg cried as tears began to stream down his face. But the man ignored him, if anything he was enjoying the pain and fear he was causing.
"Why not huh?" the man yelled getting spit in Greg's face. "If you're going to accuse me of murder, I might as well actually murder someone!"
Greg whimpered as the man started making deep cuts across his face and arms, before moving to the young CSI's stomach. Greg started hyperventilating from sheer terror…this was soon replaced by a scream of utter horror as an unbearable pain erupted from Greg's abdomen. The bastard had stabbed him.
The man just laughed "Sweet dreams, CSI boy" he took Greg's phone so he couldn't call for help and then fled the room.
Greg was just left bleeding…dying on his bed, as he moved his shaky hands down to the now gaping hole in his abdomen. The young CSI shouted out in agony again before starting to cry harder. The vision in the corner of his eyes was already starting to go black.
"P-please, Nick" he begged quietly "Please"
Nick had been sat in a diner with Warrick when he had made the call to Greg. Warrick raised an eyebrow at his friend who wore an extremely confused look when he got off the phone with the youngest CSI.
"What's up?" Warrick asked as he took a sip of his coffee.
"I…I think something's wrong with Greg" Nick said concernedly as he looked back at his friend.
"Why's that?" Warrick questioned.
Nick sighed "Okay, this is going to sound really stupid but… he kept calling me Nicky" the Texan explained.
Warrick frowned. "Well…that's your name isn't it?" he said incredulously "Unless you changed it without telling any of us"
"Of course I haven't" Nick said with a roll of his eyes. "I just meant…well when has Greg ever called me Nicky? I think he was trying to tell me something"
"I know but, come on man" Warrick said dismissively. "Don't you think you're over reacting, just a tad?"
"No not at all" the Texan retorted, getting a little frustrated. "Come on, name one time Greg's called me Nicky" he said with an expectant look.
Warrick paused for a moment "Okay, I got nothing" Nick gave him a smug look "But that's not to say it means anything either!" Warrick protested.
"Oh, whatever, I'm going round to his place" Nick said grabbing his jacket and standing up.
"You're crazy man" Warrick said blankly.
"Look it's not just the name okay!" Nick said in frustration. "And it's not CSI instinct either. It's brotherly instinct. And brotherly instinct tells me something's wrong" he explained firmly before hurrying out the diner, leaving Warrick speechless.
Nick arrived at Greg's apartment about 20 minutes later and hurried into the building, jumping two steps at a time. When he reached Greg's apartment door, the Texan was slightly worried by the fact it was wide open. Wishing he had his gun on him, Nick cautiously stepped inside. The Texan listened to the silence for a while, before a sudden whimpering coming from the bedroom startled him.
"Greg!" Nick called in panic as he ran to the bedroom. He froze in the doorway at the terrifying sight before him. There was his little brother, lying helplessly on the bed shaking and crying as a small pool of red began to form around him. "Oh My God" Nick breathed as he hurried over.
"N-Nick?" Greg said, he was barely conscious but he could recognise that Texan drawl anywhere. "Nick, help me...please h-help me"
"Ssh it's okay buddy, I'm right here" Nick said calling for an ambulance as he ran a comforting hand through the younger man's hair. Shit, his head's bleeding too, he might have a concussion. "Don't go to sleep, okay Greggo? You're safe now; everything's going to be alright" As soon as he'd finished calling the ambulance, Nick moved to put pressure on the stab wound.
Greg cried out in pain "Oh God Nick it hurts!" the younger man's breathing was laboured too and a thin layer of sweat was beginning to cover his forehead.
"I know buddy, I'm so sorry" Nick said with tears in his eyes, he couldn't bear seeing the young man so hurt. "But you're strong Greg, so I know you can fight it and I know you can stay with me"
"'m trying" Greg mumbled as his eyes began to droop closed. "Pl-please, just d-don't leave me Nicky, d-don't leave me"
"Hey, I'm not going anywhere. I promise." Nick reassured him. "How's the pain doing Greggo?" he asked, but the young man didn't respond. "Shit, Greg!" Nick yelled as he realised the young man's eyes were completely closes now. "Greggo wake up, come on don't do this to me man!" He checked the young CSI's pulse, it was there but it was faint. God there was so much blood, someone as small as Greg can't lose all that blood.
Suddenly, the paramedics burst into room. Nick moved out of the way to let them work, but only a few feet , not leaving Greg as he'd promised. They were finally ready to move Greg into the ambulance and Nick followed quickly, not wanting Greg to leave his sight.
Nick had been sat by Greg's bedside for 6 hours now. The medics had immediately taken the young man for a blood transfusion and stitched up and cleaned the majority of his wounds. It made Nick feel sick that some bastard could actually do this to Greg, his little brother. They'd had a pretty good idea who it was, so Brass had gone round to the earlier suspect's home to find him packing. They'd arrested him immediately.
Warrick came to visit later on, giving Greg a sad look "Man, I'm so sorry I didn't believe you" he said to Nick. "I feel like such an idiot"
"Yeah well, you can make it up to us later" Nick smirked.
Suddenly Greg let out a soft moan as his eyes began to flutter open. At first he wondered why he was in a hospital bed but it all came back to him quickly and he began to shake in fear.
"Hey buddy; calm down" Nick said putting a hand on Greg's arm "We arrested the bastard. You're safe now."
"Nick? What are you doing here?"
"Saving your ass like I always do" he teased. Greg didn't smile. "Because we care about you man and you scared us shitless, duh"
"But that guy he…he said no one could love an annoying little dork like me" Greg said sadly.
"Well he was wrong" Nick said giving the younger man's shoulder a light squeeze.
"Yeah, no one messes with our annoying little dork and gets away with it" Warrick quipped. Greg rolled his eyes but he couldn't help but smile.
"Hey, that was a pretty clever idea you had back there" Nick told the younger man.
"I knew you'd figure it out" Greg said with a small smile. "Thanks for saving me Nick"
"Hey, it's all down to you man. You're the brain and I'm the brawn, that's how it works in this brotherhood"
"Man it's creepy" Warrick told Greg "He has like a sixth sense when it comes down to this kind of thing" he said referring to Nick.
"And I'm grateful for it" Greg said.
"Hey, I'll always be there for my little bro" Nick said reassuringly. "And don't you ever forget it"
So…there! I hope it was angtsy and bromantic enough for y'all. Hehe, more prompts please, lots more prompts, I want to gobble them up! *nom nom nom*
Side note: Soo excited for the final season of CSI:NY to start airing in the UK tomorrow, gunna be great!
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