Officially Scared
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nickngregTitle: Officially Scared
Chapter: Flip of a coin, chapter 11 out of 14
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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
Officially scared, Lorraine Hansen, chapter 9
Officially scared, Catherine, chapter 10
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 told by Warrick:
I know I shouldn’t be here watching. I know that it won’t do me any good. But still I watch her. Her hair is a mess and her skin is a mess, she used to be so beautiful. She used to be the center of my life.
I don’t dare to switch the audio on, I’m not sure that I can handle to hear her as well. So I watch. The feds has taken most off our hands and that just sucks. It sucks that Nick has been fucking kidnapped again. Why is he always the one getting into trouble?
Why is she?
Grissom walks in on me and I know that he won’t like me being here one bit.
“Should you even be in here Warrick?” No not really, but I don’t feel like giving into the tears now.
“What was your call about?” I try to find a controlled posture that will get him off my case.
He can’t give me what I need and I know that he is every bit as frustrated as I am.
Grissom tells me what I already know. Nick broke down one day after a bad case; Greg was still at work so I offered my shoulder. I nod to let him know that I’m listening even though my mind is somewhere down memory lane. Nick had cried long and hard sobbing his heart out to me. He had told about his hands on babysitter and Greg’s abusive relationship and their relationship. I had been suspecting it, but my bro had kept me in the dark for a while.
For everybody’s sake I need to pull my act together, Grissom pinches he nose for comfort Nick rub his neck and I, well I rub my face. I hear words spoken in my voice, but I feel so distant to them.
“It’s not you fault!” His statement makes my hair stand on end and I can’t bear to be in here anymore.
“It feels like it.” And it still does, it feels like it was my fault that Nick got thrown out of a window, that he got buried and that she gave up on life.
I leave him behind and head for the A/V lab hoping not to run into any of those damn feds. Who do they think they are? Barging in and taking over, we’ve found him before and we’ll do it again. The tears are so close and I despise myself for not staying cool. Nicky works better when he runs on emotions, but I loose it. I need to stay cool calm and collect otherwise I might just as well call it quits.
“Hey.”
I enter the lab and Archie is huddled over something I can’t make out.
“Hey, shut the door.” The whisper is strained and I do as told.
“What’s up?” My cool voice is back on track and Archie lifts his head and checks me over.
“A lot! The feds are wreaking havoc on my system!” I don’t blame him for his anger, but I need him to work with me here.
“Listen man we have a lead on what kind of place Nick would be held in.” The adrenaline boost in him is visible and he darts over to another computer and calls up a map.
“Tell me.” I relay the information Grissom gave me and we have it down to 23 possible buildings in 5 minutes. That was the easy part and now we have to check out all kinds of information on each of the remaining buildings. It is tedious and time consuming and so goddamn typical of our work.
“How are you coming along?” Greg’s sudden appearance makes me jump and I hate that.
“We are down to 14 possible ones, but we’re still on it.” My heart pounds faster as his fears rub off on me. He’s pale to the point where white is the true word and he has clearly been sweating the sweat of fear.
“Good.” He takes a closer look at the map on the screen. I hear him rule out a few for Archie and suddenly I remember that he was bringing in someone to be interviewed.
“What happened to your suspect?”
“Grissom is having a wee chat with him. He’ll be able to get information out of him.”
My cool is knocked out by all the shit going through my mind and just like that Greg wraps me up in a bear hug. I don’t know how he does it, he is suffering badly himself and yet he still manages to be here for me. I’m only vaguely aware of Archie tapping away on his keyboard as I stand there holding onto Greg for dear life.
“Oh man, this is so not happening.” Archie follows his outburst with a tirade a profanities and Greg guides me down on a chair. I try to get back to what is happening and hear Archie explain about some missing info on one of the buildings. Suddenly I feel a glimmer of hope and move over to the screen.
A knock on the door has us all moving as one body. Greg waves Grissom in and the blue eyes sparkle in that unique way telling that he is hyped up about a case.
“Greg that kid took his sweet time, but he kept saying something about Rosenthal, whenever I asked him where Holmes resides.” Grissom has his glasses in one hand and is pinching his nose with the other, thinking hard.
“Rosenthal…Rosenthal…” It’s like Greg’s tasting the word and I get the image of a snake tasting the air in my head. I don’t recognize it as something connected to any of the buildings that we are looking in to.
Nick.
Nick is still in the hands of a psychopath and I fucking hate it. I hated it all those years ago when we were looking for where he was buried. I’ll never forget the ride in the ambulance with him all shaking and suffering. I’ll never forget that flip of coin, never.
The stubble on my face rasps against my palm as I rub my face for God knows what time tonight, day whatever. I keep seeing Nick in all sorts of trouble and I just want to keep him safe, out of harms reach.
“The name rings a bell… Rosenthal studios! Look it up Archie. I think it’s abandoned, but there’s a sign over a side door saying Rosenthal if my memory serves me correctly.” Greg sounds eager yet distant and too much like Grissom right now. Who can blame him?
I don’t even want to think about her right now because it just hurts too much. Closing my eyes was not a good idea, because all I see is Cath and my little baby. We should’ve been happy. I open my eyes and fix them on Greg, who is staring at the information on the screen before him.
Chapter: Flip of a coin, chapter 11 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
Officially scared, Lorraine Hansen, chapter 9
Officially scared, Catherine, chapter 10
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 told by Warrick:
I know I shouldn’t be here watching. I know that it won’t do me any good. But still I watch her. Her hair is a mess and her skin is a mess, she used to be so beautiful. She used to be the center of my life.
I don’t dare to switch the audio on, I’m not sure that I can handle to hear her as well. So I watch. The feds has taken most off our hands and that just sucks. It sucks that Nick has been fucking kidnapped again. Why is he always the one getting into trouble?
Why is she?
Grissom walks in on me and I know that he won’t like me being here one bit.
“Should you even be in here Warrick?” No not really, but I don’t feel like giving into the tears now.
“What was your call about?” I try to find a controlled posture that will get him off my case.
He can’t give me what I need and I know that he is every bit as frustrated as I am.
Grissom tells me what I already know. Nick broke down one day after a bad case; Greg was still at work so I offered my shoulder. I nod to let him know that I’m listening even though my mind is somewhere down memory lane. Nick had cried long and hard sobbing his heart out to me. He had told about his hands on babysitter and Greg’s abusive relationship and their relationship. I had been suspecting it, but my bro had kept me in the dark for a while.
For everybody’s sake I need to pull my act together, Grissom pinches he nose for comfort Nick rub his neck and I, well I rub my face. I hear words spoken in my voice, but I feel so distant to them.
“It’s not you fault!” His statement makes my hair stand on end and I can’t bear to be in here anymore.
“It feels like it.” And it still does, it feels like it was my fault that Nick got thrown out of a window, that he got buried and that she gave up on life.
I leave him behind and head for the A/V lab hoping not to run into any of those damn feds. Who do they think they are? Barging in and taking over, we’ve found him before and we’ll do it again. The tears are so close and I despise myself for not staying cool. Nicky works better when he runs on emotions, but I loose it. I need to stay cool calm and collect otherwise I might just as well call it quits.
“Hey.”
I enter the lab and Archie is huddled over something I can’t make out.
“Hey, shut the door.” The whisper is strained and I do as told.
“What’s up?” My cool voice is back on track and Archie lifts his head and checks me over.
“A lot! The feds are wreaking havoc on my system!” I don’t blame him for his anger, but I need him to work with me here.
“Listen man we have a lead on what kind of place Nick would be held in.” The adrenaline boost in him is visible and he darts over to another computer and calls up a map.
“Tell me.” I relay the information Grissom gave me and we have it down to 23 possible buildings in 5 minutes. That was the easy part and now we have to check out all kinds of information on each of the remaining buildings. It is tedious and time consuming and so goddamn typical of our work.
“How are you coming along?” Greg’s sudden appearance makes me jump and I hate that.
“We are down to 14 possible ones, but we’re still on it.” My heart pounds faster as his fears rub off on me. He’s pale to the point where white is the true word and he has clearly been sweating the sweat of fear.
“Good.” He takes a closer look at the map on the screen. I hear him rule out a few for Archie and suddenly I remember that he was bringing in someone to be interviewed.
“What happened to your suspect?”
“Grissom is having a wee chat with him. He’ll be able to get information out of him.”
My cool is knocked out by all the shit going through my mind and just like that Greg wraps me up in a bear hug. I don’t know how he does it, he is suffering badly himself and yet he still manages to be here for me. I’m only vaguely aware of Archie tapping away on his keyboard as I stand there holding onto Greg for dear life.
“Oh man, this is so not happening.” Archie follows his outburst with a tirade a profanities and Greg guides me down on a chair. I try to get back to what is happening and hear Archie explain about some missing info on one of the buildings. Suddenly I feel a glimmer of hope and move over to the screen.
A knock on the door has us all moving as one body. Greg waves Grissom in and the blue eyes sparkle in that unique way telling that he is hyped up about a case.
“Greg that kid took his sweet time, but he kept saying something about Rosenthal, whenever I asked him where Holmes resides.” Grissom has his glasses in one hand and is pinching his nose with the other, thinking hard.
“Rosenthal…Rosenthal…” It’s like Greg’s tasting the word and I get the image of a snake tasting the air in my head. I don’t recognize it as something connected to any of the buildings that we are looking in to.
Nick.
Nick is still in the hands of a psychopath and I fucking hate it. I hated it all those years ago when we were looking for where he was buried. I’ll never forget the ride in the ambulance with him all shaking and suffering. I’ll never forget that flip of coin, never.
The stubble on my face rasps against my palm as I rub my face for God knows what time tonight, day whatever. I keep seeing Nick in all sorts of trouble and I just want to keep him safe, out of harms reach.
“The name rings a bell… Rosenthal studios! Look it up Archie. I think it’s abandoned, but there’s a sign over a side door saying Rosenthal if my memory serves me correctly.” Greg sounds eager yet distant and too much like Grissom right now. Who can blame him?
I don’t even want to think about her right now because it just hurts too much. Closing my eyes was not a good idea, because all I see is Cath and my little baby. We should’ve been happy. I open my eyes and fix them on Greg, who is staring at the information on the screen before him.
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