nickngreg | CSI - Catalyst - Part 4 of 5 (Reply)

Title: Catalyst
Author: Spacefille
Rating: Strong R
Warnings: Violence, sex, violent sex. Suggested non-con and actual non-con. More Greg torture. Language.

Summary: When Greg quits his job and disappears, Nick sets out to find him. What he finds is something very unexpected, even for a CSI who believes he has seen everything.

Part 1 is here
Part 2 is here
Part 3 is here

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When she bit Nick I tried to struggle to my feet again, only to fail miserably. Of course. Both my legs had been shot. And my chest was on fire. I obviously did not have the regenerative powers she did.

Reaching out I managed to grab the gun she has tossed at me. I quickly pointed it at her only to realize how silly that was.

Shooting her would do nothing. She had proved that already. The only person I could shoot right now was…

Nick. And then I got it.

She threw the gun at me as a temptation. In my condition there was nothing I could do to save him… I was all the way across the room from him and I could barely move, let alone rush her again. At that moment she had managed to wrestle Nick down to the floor and was in the middle of making short work of his shirt as she fed from him. Nick was struggling of course, but it was a very unfair fight.

My stomach turned and I felt like I was going to be sick. In a couple minutes Nick would be dead and couldn’t shoot him and put him out of his misery before that. Instead I was going to let him get raped and mutilated by a creature I had brought here. This was my fault, the entire thing was my fault, and Nick wouldn’t be here either if it wasn’t for me. I should have left, I should have… hell I should have offed myself when I realized what I was. This should have never happened…

Oh God, I’m sorry Nick.

I slowly lowered my arms to the floor and laid my head down as well, feeling absolutely helpless.

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I couldn’t watch. Looking away was the only bit of privacy I could afford him.

I couldn’t do anything to prevent myself from hearing and that was almost worse, her growls and the occasional wet gasp of pain or… something else… from Nick. I shut my eyes.

Very briefly I wished I was dead. I opened my eyes a moment later.

The stake.

It was about three feet to my right, bloody tip gleaming in the low light from the kitchen. I glanced back at Nick and her briefly and then wished I hadn’t, my stomach turning again. No… don’t think about that. She was distracted, that was all that mattered. There was still a chance… I slowly started to pull myself across the floor towards it. As I did a tiny plan had begun to form in my mind. She was going to try to kill me after she was done with Nick, but if I had the stake I might just be able to use it on her before she killed me.

And, I thought, hope rising, if I staked her there was a chance I could save Nick, however small that chance was. If she left him alive at all. Even close to death I was sure I could change him over at very least. And yeah, it would make Nick a vampire too, but that was better than dead wasn’t it?

I was close enough to get the stake now. I glanced back once again to make sure she was still distracted, then reached out and grasped it with numbed fingers. Carefully I slid the spoon handle into the sleeve of my shirt. With the remaining shreds of my energy I rolled over on my back and laid there, panting in pain. I needed to be on my back for leverage. Then I let the stake slide down into my hand and held onto it for dear life.

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Seconds bled into minutes as I laid there and studied the ceiling. My chest was starting to feel better, though my legs were still throbbing. When all noises and shuffling about stopped and I turned my head, half afraid of what I’d find.

She was sitting, dressed again, with Nick’s head in her lap, his eyes closed. Nick was naked, completely, and I felt my cheeks flush. There was also something odd about the way she was carding her fingers through Nick’s dark locks of hair that seemed off to me. If he was dead there was no way she’d be doing that, would she?

She looked at me and smiled. “He’ll wake up soon,” She said, confirming my thoughts.

I couldn’t help the startled look I gave her.

Oh god. She had turned him.

My brain started running through scenarios rapidly, and nearly all of them were bad or worse. She had turned Nick, which meant she planned to torture him more. Not only that, even though Nick wasn’t going to remember having sex with her (I didn’t remember anything past a couple seconds after she bit me), if he was turned he would remember everything she did from this point in. Like how I remembered attacking that jogger. I stared at her in mute horror.

At the same time Nick let out a small groan and began to stir.

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The utter confusion on Nick’s face when he came too would have been amusing in any other circumstance. He lifted his head, blinking, then looked down at himself. When he saw he was naked he looked up at Camilla and offered her a uncertain half smile, like he had gotten drunk and took a hot chick home for a fun night, but didn’t remember any of it. Which… probably happened to him all the time as a frat boy in college and not so much anymore now that he was a mature responsible adult.

“Hey Nick,” I tried.

Nick sat up ramrod straight and stared at me.

What really creeped me out was what happened next. He slowly started to smile, and it wasn’t a nice smile at all.

Oh shit.

Camilla started to laugh as she got to her feet. “Let the games begin,” she said, doing a mocking semi-bow as she did so. Nick looked at her and she made a hand motion towards me. “Go, my new born child,” she added. “Feed off of your friend who fought so hard to save you,” she looked right at me as she said it and smiled wider, enough so that her teeth gleamed in the low light.

Oh SHIT.

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His entire demeanor had changed. Nick let out a soft growl as he started to walk towards me. I tried to get to my feet but only managed to get halfway there when Nick rushed and sacked me football tackle style.

I yelped as I was thrown back. He wrestled with me a bit before getting me onto the bed. His hard work-worn hands dug into my shoulders, crushing me down. For a brief second we looked at each other and I thought I could see Nick in there. His brows flew together and he looked confused for a second before the arching grin came back. He growled again, baring slightly longer canines.

At the same time his hands went wandering. They grabbed at my shirt, pulling it up, and then started on my pants.

I started to struggle despite myself. Don’t get me wrong, Nick is hot. And yes I've had relationships with men before - I bat for both teams. And Nick looked mighty fine, I had noticed often enough in our communal locker room. Hell I could even say I had a bit of a thing for Nick years back which I had to repress for the good of the entire team. Work relationships? Doomed. Well, except for Sara and Grissom, but that relationship was doomed to bi-yearly visits and rare if nonexistent sexual encounters.

And now… I jerked and let out a little whine when he grabbed my dick through my pants. When he squeezed I groaned and tried to roll to the side, my eyes shut. He squeezed harder.

“Nick stop, please,” I couldn’t help it… it hurt and nausea rolled in my undead stomach. When he let go to jerk down my pants down survival instinct kicked in. I started struggling in earnest. “Stop!” I kicked at him, but all he did was catch my leg. He brought his head down and bit at my bare hip, drinking from it for a couple moments before tearing at it, with his teeth.

I let out a sharp cry of pain. Okay… that *hurt*. Badly. I laid back on the bed, breaths coming in small pained gasps. I didn’t remember making huge gouges in the jogger… but then again, I pretty much just felt her up as I drank from her. It looked like Nick was after something much more involved.

Sure enough Nick made short work of the rest of my jeans and boxers, yanking them off of me.

I tried to curl upwards to cover myself but Nick would have none of that. He let out another growl and climbed back on top of me, grabbing me by the throat with one of his hands and squeezing.

“Nick!” I bucked up against him, trying to throw him off . That didn’t work and he snarled, cuffing me upside the head with his other hand. My head rang and it jerked my head towards Camilla. She had come closer to us, a small smile on her face. She was obviously going to enjoy getting a front row seat to this…

I suddenly realized what I had to do. Nick wasn’t going to stop, wasn’t able to stop, with all those wonderful eat and fuck instincts running through him. And struggling was just going to make it worse for me, and make the memories worse for him when this was over.

I forced myself to go completely limp. Nick continued savagely, using his knees to kick my legs apart. Then he leaned over to bite into my shoulder, but I just went with it.

When I felt him thrust against me a couple times I drew in a deep breath, raised my aching legs and threaded them around his upper back, giving him access.

Nick paused, and pulled away just a little, his mouth covered in blood. There was confusion in his eyes. Apparently he had more control than I had if he was able to stop himself, even if for a second.

“Nick, its okay,” I whispered at him, wondering if I could reach him.

Evidently not. He blinked and then just as quickly as the confusion appeared on his face it was gone. He grabbed me by my hips and I steeled myself. Prior relationships or no, I hadn’t taken a man home in ages. No matter how much I wanted to relax, I was in a lot of pain from various injuries and it was just about to get much much worse.

Funny, the only think I could really think about was how badly I felt for Nick, as I screamed when he shoved his way inside of me. Yeah it felt like my insides were being torn apart, but screaming… Nick wasn’t going to be able to forget that any time soon. My cry of pain quickly turned into a choked sound as he bit down on my neck and began to feed.

There was something about the biting that made arousal flare up and start to drown out the pain of everything else. I brought my arms up and held on to his shoulders, rocking in time with his thrusts. That… hey. That wasn’t so bad if I just…

And then I felt the hard wood of the stake along the sleeve of my shirt.

Oh. OH!

I couldn’t use it, not with Nick on top of me. And if Nick drained me right now I wouldn’t be conscious enough and/or alive to use it. Escape suddenly outweighed the enjoyment of sex. Desperate to do SOMETHING I leaned up and bit at Nick. It was a bad angle of course but I got my fangs far enough in to draw blood.

All I wanted was to draw enough blood so that Nick wouldn’t drain me completely. What I didn’t expect was biting Nick was apparently what he needed to break out of the bloodlust hold. Nick let go of the hold his teeth had on my neck with a little gasp, wrenching his head back. I lost my bite as well, leaving two long scrapes across Nick’s shoulder.

He stared down at me, his eyes wide with confusion and then horror. “Greg?” he said as he tried to pull away from me. “Greg!”

I tightened the grip my legs had on his backside. “Keep going,” I hissed at him. And then, to encourage him, I grabbed him by the sides of his face and kissed him.

When I pulled away he still looked confused and horrified, though a little bit more on the confused side now. I pushed up against him to encourage him to continue, once, twice, and then he let out a bitten off groan. Behind him… behind both of us I heard Camilla laugh.

She was close. Close enough maybe?

I pulled his head down to my shoulder again with the arm that didn’t have the spike up it. It only took a couple more encouraging movements for him to growl softly and continue to thrust. Good. Distraction in place, I brought my other hand to run it, deliberately, against his forearm so that he could feel the stake through the fabric.

He brought his head up again, slowly, as he gave me a questioning look from only inches away. I smiled and leaned up so close I was practically kissing him again. “Heart,” I whispered, and carefully slipped the stake out of my shirt sleeve.

It was all he needed to know. One moment we were locked together, the next I had relaxed completely, letting go of the leg hold I had on him. He slid out of me and at the same time he grabbed the stake. In one inhumanly quick move he had turned and then I heard an unearthly howl.

I scrambled to my feet as well only to collapse again, but it was enough to see what was going on. Nick had the stake right in the center of her chest. She had her hands, now claws, embedded right into Nicks arm as she screamed. As I watched… as we both watched she went from beautiful to skeletal and then started to shimmer and break apart. In what seemed like forever but was probably just seconds she went from fully formed to a pile of dust, a pair of lifts and a little red dress on the floor.

Nick slowly lowered his arms, breathing hard and with an expression of utter disbelief on his face.

I didn’t expect that staking her would cause me not to be a vampire anymore. That was unexpected. All I knew was the second she became a pile of dust felt an amplification of pain throughout my entire body. Like horrible searing pain. I doubled up on myself and started making these wounded gasping sounds. It felt like my chest was on fire. If I was mortal again that meant my only somewhat healed gunshot wounds were still gunshot wounds and I had two stab wounds to boot...

“Greg!” Nick was at my side in an instant, holding my head up, looking down at me frantically. “Greg, what is it?”

“Human,” I managed to get out past the fact that I could barely breathe again. “Hospital. Call the hospital. Multiple… gunshot wounds…” I elaborated.

He got it. Seconds later he on his cell and calling 911. He suceeded in getting his own pants back on when I heard the sound of sirens outside. He quickly came back over to me to try to redress me but I cried out in pain when he brushed against the wound on one of my legs. All he managed to get back on was my loose-fitting boxers, but, hey, it was better than nothing.

I half heard the sound of paramedics breaking down the rest of the boards around the door. I was starting to fade in and out of consciousness by that point, but managed to get out Nick’s name. He was at my side in an instant and I took his hand in my own. “Thanks,” I said, giving his hand a weak squeeze. “For saving me.”

I don’t think I’ve ever seen Nick look as troubled as he did when they loaded me onto that stretcher.

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