IF I Had Been the One to Save You 2
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nickngregTitle: If I Had Been the One to Save You Part 2
Pairing: Nick/Greg implied Nick/Warrick
Rating: Pg-13
Summary: Nick goes to find Greggo.
Note: Sorry this took so long but my main OTP were filmed making out on top of their bus during their champions parade in London. I have been distracted watching the tape!
Nick had plenty of time off. He knew that but this still bothered him just loading his clothes in a suitcase and getting the first plane to San Fransisco he could find. He had to see Greg. Had to talk to him again. Nick knew his sanity and happiness depended on that young man. He looked down at his cell phone and pushed redail for the seventh time. He put the phone to his ear as he drove to the airport. It was still ringing. Finally on the sixth ring a voice came on.
"Hello?" Nick's heart skipped a beat.
"Greg?! Listen, we need to talk." Nick could barely get his words to form in his mouth quick enough.
"Who is this?" The voice asked. Nick felt his heart slow down. The voice was not Greg's.
"Where did you get this phone?" Nick asked taking a deep breath.
"Some guy told me that he wouldn't need it. He said I could take it to the pawn shop and use the money from the phone to buy some food."
"Did he tell you where he was headed?" Nick only knew San Fransisco. He didn't know where Greg was planning on staying. It was,after all, a big city.
"Nope, just said that if a guy calls I shouldn't tell him anything. Oh...you that guy?" The homeless man asked.
"Yeah, I'm the guy." Nick thought with a pain in his chest.
"Then I guess I shouldn't tell you that he was greeted by some older lady." Nick could hear a smile in the man's voice.
"Did she have a brown hair and glasses?" Nick asked his heart speeding up again. This trip was not good for his health.
"Yeah, yeah she did. Called him Greggie."
"That's his mom. Thank you very much." Nick heard a click and then a bunch of static. It cleared later.
"We're sorry but this number has been disconnected. Please check the number again." The automatic voice said. Nick cursed and hung up his phone. He sighed and made his way into the airport. He picked up his ticket and boarded his plane. Then he sat there until everything was cleared and ready.
The flight wasn't that bad but Nick had a lot on his mind so it seemed to go on forever. He made his way through the crowded tourists and business men. He was looking for the pay phones. Finding them , Nick pulled out his cell phone and turned to the S's. Sanders....Abe...Ali...Anne Sanders! Nick dialed the number.
"Sanders residence. Anne speaking."
"Oh thank god. Anne, it's Nick." He heard her gasp and then shuffling was heard.
"Nicky, love, you are not suppose to be able to find us." She said with a little laugh. "I told him that you were a CSI and would somehow call here. You are better then I thought."
"Is he there?" Nick knew his voice sounded pathetic but he really couldn't help it. He needed Greg.
"He is. Nick, he is miserable. You know I hate to see my son sad. Now get your ass over here and make him feel better." This was why Nick loved Greg's mom.
"Yes, ma'am. I just need directions." Nick's hand was shaking as he wrote down all the directions. He thanked her and told her he would be there as quick as he could. It was all unreal but then again what him and Greg had never really been realistic.
Nick got a cab and told the driver where to go. The cab driver insisted that he knew but Nick wasn't taking any chances. When they pulled up to the house, Nick suddenly was scared. He got out and paid the man. The house was simple. A white house with blue trim, It seemed way too simple to be home to the object of Nick's expidetion. He walked across the lawn without even thinking about his shoes. One shaking finger made its way to the doorbell but before he could touch it, the door opened and a hand grabbed his shirt.
"What the hell took you so long?" The older man said looking at Nick. David Sanders, Greg's dad, Nick thought and shut the door behind him.
"Traffic." was all Nick could form in his mouth and voice.
"He's in the backyard. If you can't see him he is prolly up that big tree in the middle of the yard. He likes to climb." Anne Sanders said walking by. Nick nodded his head. Greg's family was different, that was for sure. If Nick was hiding from Greg, His family would anwser the door with guns and frowns saying to leave Pancho then hell alone. Greg's family were nearly asking Nick to take advantage of their son outside.
Nick could see Greg before he opened the sliding glass door to the backyard. The new CSI was sitting on a lawn chair with his head in his hands. Nick opened the glass slowly and closed it even quieter. He made his way over to the other lawn chair facing Greg.
"Mom, I'm fine just leave me alone." Greg said his voice pained. Nick put his hands on Greg's and moved them away from his beautiful face.
"I'm not going anywhere." Nick cooed. Greg's head snapped up and he was looking eye-to-eye with Nick Stokes, the same man he had left Las Vegas for.
"What are you doing here?" Greg asked.
"I came for you. Greg, when I was in that box. I wasn't thinking about Warrick. I wasn't thinking about Grissom. The only person I could even remember was you, babe. Just you and only you. When the lid came off of it, I couldn't see you. I wanted out of it so bad because I wanted to be held in your arms. Greg...I needed you." Nick watched his confession pain the former lab tech's face until tears started to form in his wonderful brown eyes.
"I was so scared, Nick. All I could think of was you. Where you in their dying? Where you in pain? And I couldn't do anything about it. So I worked my ass off to try and find you. I thought I did once but it was a damn dog. When you reached out for Warrick's hand in the ambulance I paniced. I thought you had finally realized that you loved him."
"Is that what you are scared of, baby? That I will leave you. Greg, I got on a damn plane. I looked up your mother's number in a phone book in the middle of a crowded airport. I freaking talked to a homeless man on your old cell phone." Nick said squeezing Greg's hands in his.
"Frank...That was his name." Greg said as a smile painted his lips. "He can't keep a secret."
"And I wouldn't have it any other way." Nick put his arms around Greg. He held him in a tight hug, afraid of what might happen if he let go.
"Greg, you are all I have ever wanted. I just want to go back to the way life was." Nick said touching Greg's tear stained cheek.
"That can't happen." Greg said pulling back.
"Why not? Greg, I love you and you love me. What is there that is stopping you?"
"If I have been the one to save you..." Greg said quoting his poem.
"Greg, you were the one to save me." Nick said kissing Greg's lips. "Now come back with me."
"I never meant to leave you. I was just scared of rejection."
"God, Greggo. I would never reject you. You complete me. I would have killed myself in that box if it wasn't for you. Don't you ever think that I don't love you."
***
Greg woke up the next day with a warm body next to him. Nick's gentle breathing made him smile and to think, he had almost lost all of this. Greg kissed Nick's lips and then made his way out of the tangled sheets. Putting his pants on he noticed a note taped onto his shirt. Greg pulled it off and read it quickly to himself.
If you had been the one to save me
Then they could never show that footage on the news
If you had been the one to save me
I would have groped you for all you're worth
If you had been the one to save me
Grissom would learn what gay sex looks like
But baby before you go doubting yourself
Remember you were the one that saved me
Greg smiled and flipped the note over to see if there was anything else.
Maybe we can try the groping and sex when you get back from work. - Nicky
Pairing: Nick/Greg implied Nick/Warrick
Rating: Pg-13
Summary: Nick goes to find Greggo.
Note: Sorry this took so long but my main OTP were filmed making out on top of their bus during their champions parade in London. I have been distracted watching the tape!
Nick had plenty of time off. He knew that but this still bothered him just loading his clothes in a suitcase and getting the first plane to San Fransisco he could find. He had to see Greg. Had to talk to him again. Nick knew his sanity and happiness depended on that young man. He looked down at his cell phone and pushed redail for the seventh time. He put the phone to his ear as he drove to the airport. It was still ringing. Finally on the sixth ring a voice came on.
"Hello?" Nick's heart skipped a beat.
"Greg?! Listen, we need to talk." Nick could barely get his words to form in his mouth quick enough.
"Who is this?" The voice asked. Nick felt his heart slow down. The voice was not Greg's.
"Where did you get this phone?" Nick asked taking a deep breath.
"Some guy told me that he wouldn't need it. He said I could take it to the pawn shop and use the money from the phone to buy some food."
"Did he tell you where he was headed?" Nick only knew San Fransisco. He didn't know where Greg was planning on staying. It was,after all, a big city.
"Nope, just said that if a guy calls I shouldn't tell him anything. Oh...you that guy?" The homeless man asked.
"Yeah, I'm the guy." Nick thought with a pain in his chest.
"Then I guess I shouldn't tell you that he was greeted by some older lady." Nick could hear a smile in the man's voice.
"Did she have a brown hair and glasses?" Nick asked his heart speeding up again. This trip was not good for his health.
"Yeah, yeah she did. Called him Greggie."
"That's his mom. Thank you very much." Nick heard a click and then a bunch of static. It cleared later.
"We're sorry but this number has been disconnected. Please check the number again." The automatic voice said. Nick cursed and hung up his phone. He sighed and made his way into the airport. He picked up his ticket and boarded his plane. Then he sat there until everything was cleared and ready.
The flight wasn't that bad but Nick had a lot on his mind so it seemed to go on forever. He made his way through the crowded tourists and business men. He was looking for the pay phones. Finding them , Nick pulled out his cell phone and turned to the S's. Sanders....Abe...Ali...Anne Sanders! Nick dialed the number.
"Sanders residence. Anne speaking."
"Oh thank god. Anne, it's Nick." He heard her gasp and then shuffling was heard.
"Nicky, love, you are not suppose to be able to find us." She said with a little laugh. "I told him that you were a CSI and would somehow call here. You are better then I thought."
"Is he there?" Nick knew his voice sounded pathetic but he really couldn't help it. He needed Greg.
"He is. Nick, he is miserable. You know I hate to see my son sad. Now get your ass over here and make him feel better." This was why Nick loved Greg's mom.
"Yes, ma'am. I just need directions." Nick's hand was shaking as he wrote down all the directions. He thanked her and told her he would be there as quick as he could. It was all unreal but then again what him and Greg had never really been realistic.
Nick got a cab and told the driver where to go. The cab driver insisted that he knew but Nick wasn't taking any chances. When they pulled up to the house, Nick suddenly was scared. He got out and paid the man. The house was simple. A white house with blue trim, It seemed way too simple to be home to the object of Nick's expidetion. He walked across the lawn without even thinking about his shoes. One shaking finger made its way to the doorbell but before he could touch it, the door opened and a hand grabbed his shirt.
"What the hell took you so long?" The older man said looking at Nick. David Sanders, Greg's dad, Nick thought and shut the door behind him.
"Traffic." was all Nick could form in his mouth and voice.
"He's in the backyard. If you can't see him he is prolly up that big tree in the middle of the yard. He likes to climb." Anne Sanders said walking by. Nick nodded his head. Greg's family was different, that was for sure. If Nick was hiding from Greg, His family would anwser the door with guns and frowns saying to leave Pancho then hell alone. Greg's family were nearly asking Nick to take advantage of their son outside.
Nick could see Greg before he opened the sliding glass door to the backyard. The new CSI was sitting on a lawn chair with his head in his hands. Nick opened the glass slowly and closed it even quieter. He made his way over to the other lawn chair facing Greg.
"Mom, I'm fine just leave me alone." Greg said his voice pained. Nick put his hands on Greg's and moved them away from his beautiful face.
"I'm not going anywhere." Nick cooed. Greg's head snapped up and he was looking eye-to-eye with Nick Stokes, the same man he had left Las Vegas for.
"What are you doing here?" Greg asked.
"I came for you. Greg, when I was in that box. I wasn't thinking about Warrick. I wasn't thinking about Grissom. The only person I could even remember was you, babe. Just you and only you. When the lid came off of it, I couldn't see you. I wanted out of it so bad because I wanted to be held in your arms. Greg...I needed you." Nick watched his confession pain the former lab tech's face until tears started to form in his wonderful brown eyes.
"I was so scared, Nick. All I could think of was you. Where you in their dying? Where you in pain? And I couldn't do anything about it. So I worked my ass off to try and find you. I thought I did once but it was a damn dog. When you reached out for Warrick's hand in the ambulance I paniced. I thought you had finally realized that you loved him."
"Is that what you are scared of, baby? That I will leave you. Greg, I got on a damn plane. I looked up your mother's number in a phone book in the middle of a crowded airport. I freaking talked to a homeless man on your old cell phone." Nick said squeezing Greg's hands in his.
"Frank...That was his name." Greg said as a smile painted his lips. "He can't keep a secret."
"And I wouldn't have it any other way." Nick put his arms around Greg. He held him in a tight hug, afraid of what might happen if he let go.
"Greg, you are all I have ever wanted. I just want to go back to the way life was." Nick said touching Greg's tear stained cheek.
"That can't happen." Greg said pulling back.
"Why not? Greg, I love you and you love me. What is there that is stopping you?"
"If I have been the one to save you..." Greg said quoting his poem.
"Greg, you were the one to save me." Nick said kissing Greg's lips. "Now come back with me."
"I never meant to leave you. I was just scared of rejection."
"God, Greggo. I would never reject you. You complete me. I would have killed myself in that box if it wasn't for you. Don't you ever think that I don't love you."
***
Greg woke up the next day with a warm body next to him. Nick's gentle breathing made him smile and to think, he had almost lost all of this. Greg kissed Nick's lips and then made his way out of the tangled sheets. Putting his pants on he noticed a note taped onto his shirt. Greg pulled it off and read it quickly to himself.
If you had been the one to save me
Then they could never show that footage on the news
If you had been the one to save me
I would have groped you for all you're worth
If you had been the one to save me
Grissom would learn what gay sex looks like
But baby before you go doubting yourself
Remember you were the one that saved me
Greg smiled and flipped the note over to see if there was anything else.
Maybe we can try the groping and sex when you get back from work. - Nicky
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