Ser Sucio, chapter 7.
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nickngregAuthor: Exit Music
Title: Ser Sucio, Chapter 7
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17 due to subject matter.
Warnings: violence of sorts.
Spoilers: contains elements from "Play With Fire" and "Overload."
Summary: AU, Ghosts of the past. Chapter seven of a WIP.
A/N: I do not own these characters, I merely worship them.
The phone vibrated across the stand, jarring him awake. Staring at the caller ID, he hesitated before answering.
“Catherine…hi there.”
“Hi Greg, how are things going out there?”
“Well, he’s just been visiting with his cousin, we really haven’t talked about anything yet.” Coat rustling with motion, she maintained.
“Can I speak to him?” He turned, nudging Nick slightly, reluctantly handing it over.
“Nicky, it’s Cath.”
“Hey Catherine, what’s up?” Scratching a numb backside, Greg padded off to the bathroom.
“Just checking up, sweetie, how are you?” He rolled, pulling on underwear, rubbing his face to regain alertness.
“I’m alright, just getting acclimated again is all.”
“Have you…talked to your folks?” Sensing a somber tone in her voice, he answered with a question.
“What have you found out about the boy, Cath?”
“Nick, no. We’ll talk about that when you come back.” Probing further, he endured.
“Catherine, I need to know. Please.”
“Nick…”
“Please.”
“Alright. The vic…”
“What was his name, please use his name?”
“His name was Jeremy, he was a week away from his tenth birthday. Jeremy was abducted from a nearby home, killed after being sexually assaulted.”
“Anything left behind?” Voice cracking as the words twined around old images, he turned his head, clearing his throat.
“Catherine, anything?”
“Nick, you know I shouldn’t be saying any of this over the phone.”
“Anything, anything…” With an exaggerated sigh, she continued.
“Yes, I found a few strands of hair lodged in one of the stab wounds. Apparently the suspect had long hair that wasn’t secured back, when thrusting the weapon, a few strands were caught along with the serrated blade, sending them an inch into the body. With the force of the strike, the hair was pulled directly from the scalp, no breakage, we were able to test the tags.” He flinched, actions performing a garish ballet in his mind.
“Double X marks the spot, Nick. I’m sorry.” Choking out a breath, he grasped the phone close, whispering.
“It was a female?”
“Yes. A female relative, his sister is missing, only suspect at this time.” He could feel the blood leave his limbs, shaking violently.
“How…how old is she?”
“Eighteen, Nicky. She’s eighteen.”
“I gotta go, Catherine.” He heard muffled pieces of ‘no’ and ‘wait’ as he slowly clicked off, dropping the cellphone on the pillow. A rage grew behind his eyes, melting into tears. Crawling under the sheets, he cried for Jeremy.
---
The house smelled of baked goods, breakfast sounds clanging through antiqued walls. The atmosphere had a calming effect, morning breeze making lace curtains dance, no buzz of white noise, just the occasional slam of frying pan to stovetop. Peace. It felt like the home he had always secretly wanted, a nuclear environment of sorts. Greg could see himself unplugging from the world and settling down with Nick, find a small town and set up a life without traffic. The promise of some day.
Strolling past the bedroom door, soft weeping looped over Crystal’s commotion. A flash of panic shot from within as he entered, hoping. Hoping.
“Nicky?” Scanning the room, Greg unearthed him from the covers. No words, slight move of hand to face, of head to shoulder.
“What happened, Nick?” He glanced at the discarded phone, grumbling.
“I knew I should have turned that thing off. What did she say?” Holding Nick, he pleaded, recalling all too well what the outside felt like.
“The boy. Jeremy…” Greg became uneasy at the mention of names, names meant real people, names meant flesh and bone.
“What about him?”
“He was most likely killed by his teenage sister.” With words trailing through exhalation, Nick vaulted from the bed, grabbing his jeans.
“Oh god, baby.”
“I need some air… god almighty.” Rising up, Nick pulled him close, forceful embrace knocking him faintly off balance.
“Ready to go?”
“Go? Go where?”
“The lake, man. If we don’t hurry up all the decent rentals’ll be taken, come on.” Greg shook his head, placing a hand on the door.
“You’re not up for that, another day of rest won’t kill…” Nick smiled at the pause, wiping his face.
“Let’s just raid Chris’s lezbo porn stash and make smoothies, huh? Please Nicky, let’s stay here.” He moved the hand, kissing Greg’s thumb.
“I’m ok. A nice boat ride, a picnic, I’ll be good as new.” Teapot whistling, they headed to the kitchen. Crystal had the table laid out banquet style, food enough to feed several battalions, humming a few bars to ‘Brown Sugar’ as she worked.
“Alright my little cub scouts, dig in! I’ve packed up a lunch for y’all as well. Nick, you better eat all of it, boy.” Rolling his eyes, he grabbed an apple.
“You are bound and determined to fatten me up, Chris. It never changes.”
“Damn right!”
---
It caught his eye immediately, gold spark igniting the blue green. Minimal cloud cover, perfect weather, a giftshop postcard. It hadn’t changed at all, the resort lawns well manicured, tourists blending into the background as the lake took centerstage. His parents had once celebrated an anniversary at Cedar Creek, renting a cabin, throwing a party that ran late into the night. A good memory, a shard he desperately clung to.
Calling ahead, Nick had arranged a pontoon for the day, little effort for a restful day. They parked and settled in, hauling the mammoth basket onto the boat. Spreading out the blanket, Greg reclined as he drove out.
“So, where are we off to?”
“Well, there’s a cove I’m looking for, the trees look like a big canopy shading the water.”
Subtle waves rocked the boat as he slowly turned into the hidden spot, remembering the first time he had seen it. Parking parallel to the bank, he slid off the captain’s seat, resting a head on Greg’s shoulder as he stretched out. Leaves swaying, a mesmeric rhythm patted out singsongs on branches. He could see flickers of an old movie in the distance, boys playing, weaving in and out of the forest maze, summer heat casting a golden hue over young faces. This was sacred ground, divine simplicity.
“It’s gorgeous out here, Nick.”
“Yes, it is. Looks like it did the last time I was here.” He smiled, staring out, watching the sun catch upturning waves.
“When was that?”
“I was about fifteen I guess, came down here with a few older guys from school, we tented out and fished for a good three days straight. Pretty decent largemouth bass here, kept us busy.”
“A few older guys, huh?” Greg nuzzled into him, moist lips grazing his jugular.
“Yep, two sophomores and a junior, I thought they were so grown up compared to me.”
“I bet…” Running a finger along Greg’s forearm, he continued.
“Well, one of the sophomores, Denny, and I kinda stuck together the whole weekend, he was only about six months older’n me so we bonded right off the bat. Anyway, he’s the one that found this place first. We had lost the other two guys and started walking downstream, and he happened to look up, and there it was,” with the statement he motioned to the largest tree, making the point of the V shaped alcove.
“Over there babe, is where I kissed a another guy for the first time. We were chasing each other around the bank, he’d stolen my hat, and you know I don’t like people taking my things. I lost him after I’d tripped over one of the larger roots. Denny surprised me, from behind the tree. Before I could blink he scooped me up like a carnival prize and laid one on. Knocked my brain out my ear.” He smiled at nostalgia, reliving the event through Greg’s touch. Behaving like heated teens, Greg broke away for air.
“Mmmm…thank you Nick.” As blood rushed away from his brain, he could manage only two words.
“You’re welcome.”
---
“Well, look what the cat dragged in!” Chris teased, as they strode in, sun-baked and weary.
“Y’all about ready for supper?” They laughed dryly, collapsing on the couch. Greg rubbed his shoulders; knots worked by nimble fingers, then began searching through the cushions, seeking the stereo remote.
“No more food, Crystal, I don’t need to eat for another six months!” She cackled, setting down glasses. Thumbing through a magazine, she leaned to over to Nick, whispering.
“So, when are you planning on telling me what’s going on? I had to answer a cell call from a very pissed off lady after you left this morning, apparently she’s not too fond of being hung up on.”
“Catherine.” Groaning, he shifted.
“Oh yes, she sounds hot Nicky. Is she?” A devilish smile spread across her face.
“As a pistol, darlin.’ Now what did she say?”
“Other than telling me to beat you up one side and down the other?” Watching Greg flip through radio stations, he slapped her thigh.
“Crystal.”
“Nick. What? She said to call her when you got back, she’s worried, you dumb shit!” He snorted, taking the phone from her hands.
“Alright, calling now, are ya happy?”
“Yes sir.” She waddled to the kitchen, pushing Greg along with.
“And now sweetcheeks, I’m gonna show you how to really cook a steak.” Laughter resonating, he dialed.
“Hi Nick.”
“I’m sorry Catherine.” Weighty sigh threaded through a soft voice.
“I know, Nicky, I know.”
“I don’t think I can do this, I’m…scared of…what’s next.” He twisted in place; skin crawled with the thought. He knew it was time to go home soon, to retrieve the source.
“Yes you can. And I know.”
“I love you Cath, give Lindsey a kiss for me. Goodnight.”
“Love you too, nite sweetie.”
---
tbc.
Chapter 1HERE
Chapter 2HERE
Chapter 3HERE
Chapter 4HERE
Chapter 5HERE
Chapter 6HERE
Title: Ser Sucio, Chapter 7
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17 due to subject matter.
Warnings: violence of sorts.
Spoilers: contains elements from "Play With Fire" and "Overload."
Summary: AU, Ghosts of the past. Chapter seven of a WIP.
A/N: I do not own these characters, I merely worship them.
The phone vibrated across the stand, jarring him awake. Staring at the caller ID, he hesitated before answering.
“Catherine…hi there.”
“Hi Greg, how are things going out there?”
“Well, he’s just been visiting with his cousin, we really haven’t talked about anything yet.” Coat rustling with motion, she maintained.
“Can I speak to him?” He turned, nudging Nick slightly, reluctantly handing it over.
“Nicky, it’s Cath.”
“Hey Catherine, what’s up?” Scratching a numb backside, Greg padded off to the bathroom.
“Just checking up, sweetie, how are you?” He rolled, pulling on underwear, rubbing his face to regain alertness.
“I’m alright, just getting acclimated again is all.”
“Have you…talked to your folks?” Sensing a somber tone in her voice, he answered with a question.
“What have you found out about the boy, Cath?”
“Nick, no. We’ll talk about that when you come back.” Probing further, he endured.
“Catherine, I need to know. Please.”
“Nick…”
“Please.”
“Alright. The vic…”
“What was his name, please use his name?”
“His name was Jeremy, he was a week away from his tenth birthday. Jeremy was abducted from a nearby home, killed after being sexually assaulted.”
“Anything left behind?” Voice cracking as the words twined around old images, he turned his head, clearing his throat.
“Catherine, anything?”
“Nick, you know I shouldn’t be saying any of this over the phone.”
“Anything, anything…” With an exaggerated sigh, she continued.
“Yes, I found a few strands of hair lodged in one of the stab wounds. Apparently the suspect had long hair that wasn’t secured back, when thrusting the weapon, a few strands were caught along with the serrated blade, sending them an inch into the body. With the force of the strike, the hair was pulled directly from the scalp, no breakage, we were able to test the tags.” He flinched, actions performing a garish ballet in his mind.
“Double X marks the spot, Nick. I’m sorry.” Choking out a breath, he grasped the phone close, whispering.
“It was a female?”
“Yes. A female relative, his sister is missing, only suspect at this time.” He could feel the blood leave his limbs, shaking violently.
“How…how old is she?”
“Eighteen, Nicky. She’s eighteen.”
“I gotta go, Catherine.” He heard muffled pieces of ‘no’ and ‘wait’ as he slowly clicked off, dropping the cellphone on the pillow. A rage grew behind his eyes, melting into tears. Crawling under the sheets, he cried for Jeremy.
---
The house smelled of baked goods, breakfast sounds clanging through antiqued walls. The atmosphere had a calming effect, morning breeze making lace curtains dance, no buzz of white noise, just the occasional slam of frying pan to stovetop. Peace. It felt like the home he had always secretly wanted, a nuclear environment of sorts. Greg could see himself unplugging from the world and settling down with Nick, find a small town and set up a life without traffic. The promise of some day.
Strolling past the bedroom door, soft weeping looped over Crystal’s commotion. A flash of panic shot from within as he entered, hoping. Hoping.
“Nicky?” Scanning the room, Greg unearthed him from the covers. No words, slight move of hand to face, of head to shoulder.
“What happened, Nick?” He glanced at the discarded phone, grumbling.
“I knew I should have turned that thing off. What did she say?” Holding Nick, he pleaded, recalling all too well what the outside felt like.
“The boy. Jeremy…” Greg became uneasy at the mention of names, names meant real people, names meant flesh and bone.
“What about him?”
“He was most likely killed by his teenage sister.” With words trailing through exhalation, Nick vaulted from the bed, grabbing his jeans.
“Oh god, baby.”
“I need some air… god almighty.” Rising up, Nick pulled him close, forceful embrace knocking him faintly off balance.
“Ready to go?”
“Go? Go where?”
“The lake, man. If we don’t hurry up all the decent rentals’ll be taken, come on.” Greg shook his head, placing a hand on the door.
“You’re not up for that, another day of rest won’t kill…” Nick smiled at the pause, wiping his face.
“Let’s just raid Chris’s lezbo porn stash and make smoothies, huh? Please Nicky, let’s stay here.” He moved the hand, kissing Greg’s thumb.
“I’m ok. A nice boat ride, a picnic, I’ll be good as new.” Teapot whistling, they headed to the kitchen. Crystal had the table laid out banquet style, food enough to feed several battalions, humming a few bars to ‘Brown Sugar’ as she worked.
“Alright my little cub scouts, dig in! I’ve packed up a lunch for y’all as well. Nick, you better eat all of it, boy.” Rolling his eyes, he grabbed an apple.
“You are bound and determined to fatten me up, Chris. It never changes.”
“Damn right!”
---
It caught his eye immediately, gold spark igniting the blue green. Minimal cloud cover, perfect weather, a giftshop postcard. It hadn’t changed at all, the resort lawns well manicured, tourists blending into the background as the lake took centerstage. His parents had once celebrated an anniversary at Cedar Creek, renting a cabin, throwing a party that ran late into the night. A good memory, a shard he desperately clung to.
Calling ahead, Nick had arranged a pontoon for the day, little effort for a restful day. They parked and settled in, hauling the mammoth basket onto the boat. Spreading out the blanket, Greg reclined as he drove out.
“So, where are we off to?”
“Well, there’s a cove I’m looking for, the trees look like a big canopy shading the water.”
Subtle waves rocked the boat as he slowly turned into the hidden spot, remembering the first time he had seen it. Parking parallel to the bank, he slid off the captain’s seat, resting a head on Greg’s shoulder as he stretched out. Leaves swaying, a mesmeric rhythm patted out singsongs on branches. He could see flickers of an old movie in the distance, boys playing, weaving in and out of the forest maze, summer heat casting a golden hue over young faces. This was sacred ground, divine simplicity.
“It’s gorgeous out here, Nick.”
“Yes, it is. Looks like it did the last time I was here.” He smiled, staring out, watching the sun catch upturning waves.
“When was that?”
“I was about fifteen I guess, came down here with a few older guys from school, we tented out and fished for a good three days straight. Pretty decent largemouth bass here, kept us busy.”
“A few older guys, huh?” Greg nuzzled into him, moist lips grazing his jugular.
“Yep, two sophomores and a junior, I thought they were so grown up compared to me.”
“I bet…” Running a finger along Greg’s forearm, he continued.
“Well, one of the sophomores, Denny, and I kinda stuck together the whole weekend, he was only about six months older’n me so we bonded right off the bat. Anyway, he’s the one that found this place first. We had lost the other two guys and started walking downstream, and he happened to look up, and there it was,” with the statement he motioned to the largest tree, making the point of the V shaped alcove.
“Over there babe, is where I kissed a another guy for the first time. We were chasing each other around the bank, he’d stolen my hat, and you know I don’t like people taking my things. I lost him after I’d tripped over one of the larger roots. Denny surprised me, from behind the tree. Before I could blink he scooped me up like a carnival prize and laid one on. Knocked my brain out my ear.” He smiled at nostalgia, reliving the event through Greg’s touch. Behaving like heated teens, Greg broke away for air.
“Mmmm…thank you Nick.” As blood rushed away from his brain, he could manage only two words.
“You’re welcome.”
---
“Well, look what the cat dragged in!” Chris teased, as they strode in, sun-baked and weary.
“Y’all about ready for supper?” They laughed dryly, collapsing on the couch. Greg rubbed his shoulders; knots worked by nimble fingers, then began searching through the cushions, seeking the stereo remote.
“No more food, Crystal, I don’t need to eat for another six months!” She cackled, setting down glasses. Thumbing through a magazine, she leaned to over to Nick, whispering.
“So, when are you planning on telling me what’s going on? I had to answer a cell call from a very pissed off lady after you left this morning, apparently she’s not too fond of being hung up on.”
“Catherine.” Groaning, he shifted.
“Oh yes, she sounds hot Nicky. Is she?” A devilish smile spread across her face.
“As a pistol, darlin.’ Now what did she say?”
“Other than telling me to beat you up one side and down the other?” Watching Greg flip through radio stations, he slapped her thigh.
“Crystal.”
“Nick. What? She said to call her when you got back, she’s worried, you dumb shit!” He snorted, taking the phone from her hands.
“Alright, calling now, are ya happy?”
“Yes sir.” She waddled to the kitchen, pushing Greg along with.
“And now sweetcheeks, I’m gonna show you how to really cook a steak.” Laughter resonating, he dialed.
“Hi Nick.”
“I’m sorry Catherine.” Weighty sigh threaded through a soft voice.
“I know, Nicky, I know.”
“I don’t think I can do this, I’m…scared of…what’s next.” He twisted in place; skin crawled with the thought. He knew it was time to go home soon, to retrieve the source.
“Yes you can. And I know.”
“I love you Cath, give Lindsey a kiss for me. Goodnight.”
“Love you too, nite sweetie.”
---
tbc.
Chapter 1HERE
Chapter 2HERE
Chapter 3HERE
Chapter 4HERE
Chapter 5HERE
Chapter 6HERE
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