Officially Scared
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nickngregTitle: Officially Scared
Chapter: Lorraine Hansen, chapter 9 out of 14
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
anmani
Pairing: Nick and Greg
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Future-fic, established relationship, drama, angst, romance.
Warnings General spoilers for seasons 1-5.
Disclaimer: They belong to the CBS and not me.
Summary: Nick's night begins all perfect.
Beta:serenity151979
Previous chapters:
Officially scared, I know I am whipped, chapter 1
Officially scared, Tread carefull, chapter 2
Officially scared, Every shitty thing, chapter 3
Officially scared, The phone rings, chapter 4
Officially scared, He is the sun in my solar system, chapter 5
Officially scared, Await my call, chapter 6
Officially scared, I'm fine, chapter 7
Officially scared, Anything you want Sunshine, chapter 8
A/N: The plot for this story was conceived when I’d seen about half of season 5 and only heard rumors about ‘Grave Danger’. Therefore I have marked it as an AU. Tina never happened, but many other things did. The story is set in 2011.
I also wanted to try and tell it from first person and present tense. Not my usual style and it has taken me 5 months to complete it. The POV will change for each chapter.
This is dialogue only:
“Seattle PD how can I help?”
“Gil Grissom Las Vegas crime lab, can I please talk to Det. Lorraine Hansen?”
“Hang on while I patch you through.”
“Hansen!”
“Gil Grissom Las Vegas crime lab.”
”What has happened to Greg?”
“Eh, his partner has been kidnapped.”
“What! Nick… oh my God.”
“Eh… how well do you know Greg and Nick?”
“Can you talk freely Griss, that’s what they call you right?”
“It is, eh the FBI is here.”
“Go somewhere private and I’ll call you on your cell.”
“Are you able to talk freely now Griss?”
“Hmm… yes I went up on the roof. How do you know my cell number?”
“Greg told me. Why are you calling me and not him?”
“He said to call you. He thinks it’s Mattie Holmes that has kidnapped Nick.”
“Oh my God! Not that creep.”
“What happened?”
“It is a very long story Griss. I met Greg in the ER when he was 19. He had been brought in by Mattie Holmes, claiming he had slipped in the bathroom. I was there with a rape-victim and a rookie partner. Let me put it this way: I have seen a lot of abuse cases over the years. Greg’s was a classic.”
“I had no idea.”
“Not many people do. But their interaction and Greg’s injuries told a different story than what was put in his medical report. Mattie left for a meeting and I asked Greg if he was good at remembering phone numbers. He claimed so and I gave him my number for when he would want out.”
“I guess he called you.”
“Well he almost left it too late… Mattie Holmes is an army-interrogator. He served in the Gulf-war and Greg became his boy when he came home. Greg called me after a week, but he chickened out… Then another week later he called again and he was in real bad trouble. I called in some favors and went over to get him. We broke the door down and found him curled up in the kitchen beaten into a pulp.”
“Did you arrest Holmes?”
“Yeah, but the army sprung him in record time. They covered it up and moved him else where. I took care of Greg afterwards… I can’t have children, so he became a surrogate child for me. I took a bullet in the belly as a young street cop and it ruined my uterus.”
“You don’t beat around the bush.”
“No I don’t. Besides if Greg has told you to call me. It’s because he needs you to know this. Listen Mattie is a pro… He wouldn’t have moved Nick far.”
“Does it mean something that his hiking boots are missing?”
“It sure does. If he gave him one of those date-rape-drugs, Nick would still be able to walk supported by someone but have no clue as to what is going on. The boots will support him enough to make it look natural when he walks off with him.”
“So you think he is close to their home?”
“Given what I know about that creep… yes. He’s probably not moved him more than 3 miles. You want to look for a place with a fairly big windowless room.”
“Hmm it narrows it down, but there are still a lot of places.”
“I’ll fly in and meet you at the lab.”
“Eh ok. Det. Hansen thank you… I don’t know”
“Listen Griss it’s ok and call me Hans everybody else does.”
“Ok Hans I guess I owe you.”
“No you don’t, see you later Griss.”
“’Bye.”
Chapter: Lorraine Hansen, chapter 9 out of 14
Author:
anmaniPairing: Nick and Greg
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Future-fic, established relationship, drama, angst, romance.
Warnings General spoilers for seasons 1-5.
Disclaimer: They belong to the CBS and not me.
Summary: Nick's night begins all perfect.
Beta:
serenity151979Previous chapters:
Officially scared, I know I am whipped, chapter 1
Officially scared, Tread carefull, chapter 2
Officially scared, Every shitty thing, chapter 3
Officially scared, The phone rings, chapter 4
Officially scared, He is the sun in my solar system, chapter 5
Officially scared, Await my call, chapter 6
Officially scared, I'm fine, chapter 7
Officially scared, Anything you want Sunshine, chapter 8
A/N: The plot for this story was conceived when I’d seen about half of season 5 and only heard rumors about ‘Grave Danger’. Therefore I have marked it as an AU. Tina never happened, but many other things did. The story is set in 2011.
I also wanted to try and tell it from first person and present tense. Not my usual style and it has taken me 5 months to complete it. The POV will change for each chapter.
This is dialogue only:
“Seattle PD how can I help?”
“Gil Grissom Las Vegas crime lab, can I please talk to Det. Lorraine Hansen?”
“Hang on while I patch you through.”
“Hansen!”
“Gil Grissom Las Vegas crime lab.”
”What has happened to Greg?”
“Eh, his partner has been kidnapped.”
“What! Nick… oh my God.”
“Eh… how well do you know Greg and Nick?”
“Can you talk freely Griss, that’s what they call you right?”
“It is, eh the FBI is here.”
“Go somewhere private and I’ll call you on your cell.”
“Are you able to talk freely now Griss?”
“Hmm… yes I went up on the roof. How do you know my cell number?”
“Greg told me. Why are you calling me and not him?”
“He said to call you. He thinks it’s Mattie Holmes that has kidnapped Nick.”
“Oh my God! Not that creep.”
“What happened?”
“It is a very long story Griss. I met Greg in the ER when he was 19. He had been brought in by Mattie Holmes, claiming he had slipped in the bathroom. I was there with a rape-victim and a rookie partner. Let me put it this way: I have seen a lot of abuse cases over the years. Greg’s was a classic.”
“I had no idea.”
“Not many people do. But their interaction and Greg’s injuries told a different story than what was put in his medical report. Mattie left for a meeting and I asked Greg if he was good at remembering phone numbers. He claimed so and I gave him my number for when he would want out.”
“I guess he called you.”
“Well he almost left it too late… Mattie Holmes is an army-interrogator. He served in the Gulf-war and Greg became his boy when he came home. Greg called me after a week, but he chickened out… Then another week later he called again and he was in real bad trouble. I called in some favors and went over to get him. We broke the door down and found him curled up in the kitchen beaten into a pulp.”
“Did you arrest Holmes?”
“Yeah, but the army sprung him in record time. They covered it up and moved him else where. I took care of Greg afterwards… I can’t have children, so he became a surrogate child for me. I took a bullet in the belly as a young street cop and it ruined my uterus.”
“You don’t beat around the bush.”
“No I don’t. Besides if Greg has told you to call me. It’s because he needs you to know this. Listen Mattie is a pro… He wouldn’t have moved Nick far.”
“Does it mean something that his hiking boots are missing?”
“It sure does. If he gave him one of those date-rape-drugs, Nick would still be able to walk supported by someone but have no clue as to what is going on. The boots will support him enough to make it look natural when he walks off with him.”
“So you think he is close to their home?”
“Given what I know about that creep… yes. He’s probably not moved him more than 3 miles. You want to look for a place with a fairly big windowless room.”
“Hmm it narrows it down, but there are still a lot of places.”
“I’ll fly in and meet you at the lab.”
“Eh ok. Det. Hansen thank you… I don’t know”
“Listen Griss it’s ok and call me Hans everybody else does.”
“Ok Hans I guess I owe you.”
“No you don’t, see you later Griss.”
“’Bye.”
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