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Title: Into The Fire
Chapter: Staring Into The Monster (19/?)
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst, Drama
Previously: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18.
Summary: After hours avoiding it, the Enemy has arrived.
Cross-posted at WMTDB.
19. Staring Into the Monster
Feeling like he was going to keel over for a moment, Nick hooked a finger into one of the back loops of Greg’s cargo pants. It steadied him, and Greg felt the pressure and stepped back so Nick could lean against him momentarily.
The four faces in the fire-truck cab looked out at them with interest, and the driver rolled down his window.
“Let me guess.” the driver grinned. “You’re the missing CSIs from the city?”
“We sure are!” Greg said with an attempt at joviality that he in no way was experiencing, shielding his eyes against the sun and looking up at him. “I don’t suppose we can get a lift back with you, huh?”
“It’s your lucky day.” the driver replied.
“Finally, it’s our lucky day.” Nick repeated, against Greg’s neck.
“Hang on, Nicky.” Greg whispered as the back firetruck door was opened for them. “We’re almost out of here.”
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In the ranger’s office at the top of the mountain, the four other CSIs had been supplied with coffee and donuts – the expected meal for any kind of law official. Surprisingly, despite their concern they were all hungry enough to start wolfing them down straight out of the box.
Sara grabbed a second serving of powdered, wrapped the bottom half in a napkin and moved with her coffee over to the large window that overlooked the valley below. She sucked in a breath as she took note of the fire that was raging near the bottom of the mountain, closing in on two different angles.
She felt a presence behind her, and in the reflection saw that it was Catherine. She could read in her face that she was feeling the same sudden shock she had experienced.
“It’s bad.” Catherine murmured.
“And we’re safe up here.” Sara said in the monotone which indicated that she was in fact enduring too much emotion. “But they’re somewhere…” she threw out her hand to take in the wide expanse of fiery land.
“I didn’t think we would be doing this again so soon.” Catherine closed her eyes, instantly remembering the events two months previously. Once they had gotten Nick back safely, she had thought to herself that they had had their quota of tragedy and that should be it as far as fate should be concerned.
And she couldn’t help but think of what Grissom had told her earlier. If it was true, it just made everything even more horrible - if that was at all possible. After everything Greg and Nick had been through, alone and together, to have kept secret a happiness that they shared… and now both of them in danger again…
She couldn’t bear to think of the possibilities, of them suffering. She steeled herself, but it was inevitable that her thoughts kept turning to the more pessimistic outcomes.
Sara put her donut down on the windowsill, her hunger forgotten. But she didn’t let go of the coffee, it was the only thing keeping her sane at the moment. “Neither did I.”
In the glass she could see Warrick and Grissom coming up behind them. Not a word was spoken but they all looked down into the fire, united by safety and worry.
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Their rescuer’s name was Harry, that was as much as Greg could remember at the moment. He and Nick had been introduced to the other firemen in the truck, but they hadn’t been able to retain their names or keep their identities separate as exhaustion was setting upon them rapidly. Relief had given way to an almost lackadaisical acceptance, and the two CSIs climbed into the back of the cab and sagged into the only space available for them. It was a tight squeeze, and because they were crammed in it kept them from slumping to the floor and letting unconsciousness claim them.
“How long have you guys been out there?” Harry asked, looking back at them via the rearview mirror.
“Since yesterday afternoon.” Greg had replied, after realising that Nick couldn’t even seem to put together any words at the moment. “We had a car accident, and realised that the fire was going to cross the road anyhow, so we moved into the valley.”
“Well, we’ve been hearing it all over the radio to look out for you two, but I really didn’t think we would be the ones to find you.” Harry said, and the man next to him snorted in aknowledgement.
“Well, lucky for us you did.” Greg shot a quick look over to Nick, who had closed his eyes, a slight tugging downwards of his lips indicating that he was in pain. “I think it was pure, dumb luck on our behalf though.”
“We’re on our way to one of the fires now.” Harry told him, “but I’m just going to call in now and let them know we’ve found you. They’ll probably send one of the rangers down to collect you and take you back to the station.” He pulled the handset off the radio and began calling in to the station.
Greg let the sound drain away as he turned his attention back to Nick. “Hey, how are you?”
He wasn’t asleep. “I’m fine, G.”
“Liar.” Greg muttered. He slipped his hand down into the little space there was between their legs, the heat he could feel from Nick’s skin even through the fabric of his trousers giving him some sort of comfort. When all he really wanted to do was take Nick into his arms and hold him until they got to safety.
Nick must have felt it as well, because he sighed and conceded, “I’ll be fine, G.” He opened his eyes and smiled at him. Greg was relieved to see the dimples come in to play, meaning that the smile was reaching deeper than a mollifying façade upon his lips.
Anticipating that they were drawing closer to the fire, the men next to them started preparing, strapping equipment to themselves, joking with each other, the atmosphere heavy with nervous anticipation.
Greg looked out the window – and there it finally was. What they had been running away from for the past twenty-four hours – now right in front of them. They had fled only to end up going back into its path. The red, orange, and amber kaleidoscopes of wave-like flame; now appearing above the level of tree and scrub alike, devouring anything living and leaving behind scarred and blackened remnants that bore little resemblance to what they were before.
And that brief vision was all it took for him to be lying back on the floor of the lab, feeling molten glass land upon his back and burn through his coat and shirt, searing his skin and fixing them there, only to be removed later through surgery. Breathing in heat and smoke so thick it was like eating a meal. Hearing a scream that he thought was a siren until he realised his own voice was in harmony with it.
And he could hear his voice from the early hours of the morning. What if the fire isn’t finished with me?
Title: Into The Fire
Chapter: Staring Into The Monster (19/?)
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst, Drama
Previously: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18.
Summary: After hours avoiding it, the Enemy has arrived.
Cross-posted at WMTDB.
19. Staring Into the Monster
Feeling like he was going to keel over for a moment, Nick hooked a finger into one of the back loops of Greg’s cargo pants. It steadied him, and Greg felt the pressure and stepped back so Nick could lean against him momentarily.
The four faces in the fire-truck cab looked out at them with interest, and the driver rolled down his window.
“Let me guess.” the driver grinned. “You’re the missing CSIs from the city?”
“We sure are!” Greg said with an attempt at joviality that he in no way was experiencing, shielding his eyes against the sun and looking up at him. “I don’t suppose we can get a lift back with you, huh?”
“It’s your lucky day.” the driver replied.
“Finally, it’s our lucky day.” Nick repeated, against Greg’s neck.
“Hang on, Nicky.” Greg whispered as the back firetruck door was opened for them. “We’re almost out of here.”
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In the ranger’s office at the top of the mountain, the four other CSIs had been supplied with coffee and donuts – the expected meal for any kind of law official. Surprisingly, despite their concern they were all hungry enough to start wolfing them down straight out of the box.
Sara grabbed a second serving of powdered, wrapped the bottom half in a napkin and moved with her coffee over to the large window that overlooked the valley below. She sucked in a breath as she took note of the fire that was raging near the bottom of the mountain, closing in on two different angles.
She felt a presence behind her, and in the reflection saw that it was Catherine. She could read in her face that she was feeling the same sudden shock she had experienced.
“It’s bad.” Catherine murmured.
“And we’re safe up here.” Sara said in the monotone which indicated that she was in fact enduring too much emotion. “But they’re somewhere…” she threw out her hand to take in the wide expanse of fiery land.
“I didn’t think we would be doing this again so soon.” Catherine closed her eyes, instantly remembering the events two months previously. Once they had gotten Nick back safely, she had thought to herself that they had had their quota of tragedy and that should be it as far as fate should be concerned.
And she couldn’t help but think of what Grissom had told her earlier. If it was true, it just made everything even more horrible - if that was at all possible. After everything Greg and Nick had been through, alone and together, to have kept secret a happiness that they shared… and now both of them in danger again…
She couldn’t bear to think of the possibilities, of them suffering. She steeled herself, but it was inevitable that her thoughts kept turning to the more pessimistic outcomes.
Sara put her donut down on the windowsill, her hunger forgotten. But she didn’t let go of the coffee, it was the only thing keeping her sane at the moment. “Neither did I.”
In the glass she could see Warrick and Grissom coming up behind them. Not a word was spoken but they all looked down into the fire, united by safety and worry.
-----------------------------
Their rescuer’s name was Harry, that was as much as Greg could remember at the moment. He and Nick had been introduced to the other firemen in the truck, but they hadn’t been able to retain their names or keep their identities separate as exhaustion was setting upon them rapidly. Relief had given way to an almost lackadaisical acceptance, and the two CSIs climbed into the back of the cab and sagged into the only space available for them. It was a tight squeeze, and because they were crammed in it kept them from slumping to the floor and letting unconsciousness claim them.
“How long have you guys been out there?” Harry asked, looking back at them via the rearview mirror.
“Since yesterday afternoon.” Greg had replied, after realising that Nick couldn’t even seem to put together any words at the moment. “We had a car accident, and realised that the fire was going to cross the road anyhow, so we moved into the valley.”
“Well, we’ve been hearing it all over the radio to look out for you two, but I really didn’t think we would be the ones to find you.” Harry said, and the man next to him snorted in aknowledgement.
“Well, lucky for us you did.” Greg shot a quick look over to Nick, who had closed his eyes, a slight tugging downwards of his lips indicating that he was in pain. “I think it was pure, dumb luck on our behalf though.”
“We’re on our way to one of the fires now.” Harry told him, “but I’m just going to call in now and let them know we’ve found you. They’ll probably send one of the rangers down to collect you and take you back to the station.” He pulled the handset off the radio and began calling in to the station.
Greg let the sound drain away as he turned his attention back to Nick. “Hey, how are you?”
He wasn’t asleep. “I’m fine, G.”
“Liar.” Greg muttered. He slipped his hand down into the little space there was between their legs, the heat he could feel from Nick’s skin even through the fabric of his trousers giving him some sort of comfort. When all he really wanted to do was take Nick into his arms and hold him until they got to safety.
Nick must have felt it as well, because he sighed and conceded, “I’ll be fine, G.” He opened his eyes and smiled at him. Greg was relieved to see the dimples come in to play, meaning that the smile was reaching deeper than a mollifying façade upon his lips.
Anticipating that they were drawing closer to the fire, the men next to them started preparing, strapping equipment to themselves, joking with each other, the atmosphere heavy with nervous anticipation.
Greg looked out the window – and there it finally was. What they had been running away from for the past twenty-four hours – now right in front of them. They had fled only to end up going back into its path. The red, orange, and amber kaleidoscopes of wave-like flame; now appearing above the level of tree and scrub alike, devouring anything living and leaving behind scarred and blackened remnants that bore little resemblance to what they were before.
And that brief vision was all it took for him to be lying back on the floor of the lab, feeling molten glass land upon his back and burn through his coat and shirt, searing his skin and fixing them there, only to be removed later through surgery. Breathing in heat and smoke so thick it was like eating a meal. Hearing a scream that he thought was a siren until he realised his own voice was in harmony with it.
And he could hear his voice from the early hours of the morning. What if the fire isn’t finished with me?
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Date: 2006-04-12 12:48 am (UTC)Meanie. :P
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Date: 2006-04-12 05:34 pm (UTC)“Liar.” Greg muttered. He slipped his hand down into the little space there was between their legs, the heat he could feel from Nick’s skin even through the fabric of his trousers giving him some sort of comfort. When all he really wanted to do was take Nick into his arms and hold him until they got to safety.
I can't wait to see what will happen next. But they arrive at the fire now, so I think we'll get some action. =)
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