"Ten Mistakes" Part Two

[rabidfan.livejournal.com]

"Ten Mistakes", part two

Because I have no life, and absolutely nothing better to do, I've finished part two.  All who are so inclined may read, the rest of you can continue to ignore!

 

 

 

Part Two

 

Slipping, sliding, grasping at any purchase he could get, Greg clawed his way to the top of the ravine.  Standing upright, he searched the wall opposite for his pursuer.  There he was, about three quarters of the way down.  If he was having that much trouble coming down, Greg could only hope the way up would be even harder.  Time to move.

 

The rise ahead of Greg was gentler then that of the ravine he had just cleared.  His bleeding fingers and aching arms were grateful for that.  Only now did he realize his nose was bloody.  Great, twice broken in as many months.  So much for his perfect profile.  There was a first aid kit in the car, not that it did him any good now.  Greg sighed, chalking up mistake number five. 

 

“Geez, Sanders.  Just how did you ever pass your proficiency, anyway!?”

 

The air seemed to be growing colder, and the clouds were beginning to obscure the moon.  With the light left, Greg scanned the mountainside above him.  Caves, there should be caves.  There!  Yeah, that was a cave off to the left and maybe fifty yards up.  He could see the faint glimmer of the metal gate.  It would be a challenge getting up there unseen.  He’d better be unseen.  He had no hope of fighting off the unknown man.  His arms were beginning to swell, and he was loosing feeling in his fingers.  Behind him he could hear the man cursing as he slid into the trough below.

 

“I’m going to make you pay for this kid!  I was going to be quick, but now you’re going to pay.  You look like you’re a pretty boy.  Are you pretty, kid?  We’ll see.  And we’ll see how tough you are, too, when I get my hands on you!”

 

The threats were designed to scare, and they did.  He shuddered over the “pretty boy”, and it’s implications.  His only hope was to stay ahead of the man.  Greg flexed his aching fingers and began climbing again.  The gathering clouds were finally working for him.  They would shield him from view from below.  There were outcroppings of rocks, too that would help him climb, and block the mans vision.  Surely by now the lab was on alert.  He needed to give them more time.

 

***Crime Lab***

 

Grissom rushed through the halls, looking in each room as he passed. 

 

“Nick,” he called out when he finally found his target.  “Come into the break room, and call Warrick as well.” 

 

Within moments, the three were gathered together. 

 

“I’ve been informed by the dispatch operator that Greg started to call in a report from his cell phone, only to hang up suddenly.  Dispatch was unable to reestablish contact.  It’s not like Greg to worry anyone, so I want you, Nick to go with Warrick to his call and see if you can find him.  Stay in contact.  I don’t want to send another rescue party out tonight!”

 

Even as Nick turned to go, Brass stuck his head into the room. 

 

“I just got a head’s up from the State Police.  It seems the trooper they sent out to meet Sanders never checked in, and they can’t raise him on the radio.  I’m on my way out there.  Who’s with me?”

 

“I’ll drive,” Nick said.  Warrick just eyed him warily. 

 

“Are you sure?  You okay, Bro?”  Warrick worried both for Nick and for young Greg.  He hoped sincerely that the night wouldn’t end with another tragedy for the night shift.

 

Apparently, Nick hadn’t hidden his emotions as well as he thought.  Non-the less, he was going out to get Greg back.  And he was driving.

 

“Hang on, Greg,” he thought.  “I’m coming.”

 

***La Madre Mountain***

 

At last, Greg grabbed hold of the rusty gate guarding the caves black mouth.  He peered in, but was unable to see anything inside.  Well, that was probably good.  Big Scary Guy wouldn’t be able to see Greg, either.

 

“What I wouldn’t do for a flashlight right now.”

 

Greg squeezed through the gap.  It was a pretty tight squeeze for him.  Even better.  It was unlikely that Big Scary Guy could make his way into the cave after him.  It worried Greg a bit that maybe his friends wouldn’t be able to locate him.  No.  They were good at what they did.  Besides, Nick had worked a case in the area with Grissom a few years back.  He knew about the caves.  He’d find him.  He had to believe that.

 

It was, if anything, colder inside than out. 

 

“Damn.”

 

He’d hoped for a little insulation helping his comfort level.  No such luck.  It was wet, too.  Great.  Edging his way around the rough wall as carefully as he could, he worked his way a little deeper into the dark.  Just a little farther and then he’d let himself rest.  He took another step on the slimy floor.  His foot slid out from under him, sending him falling onto his backside into a puddle of brackish water.

 

“Damn.  Oh, shit…Yuk!”  Great!  Now he was wet, even colder, and reeking of mildew.

“Perfect!”  He sincerely hoped he wouldn’t have to spend the entire night in such straights.

 

Huddled in the dark, Greg distracted himself from his misery by picturing Nick.  Nick and his terrific body and handsome face.  He knew exactly where Nick was going with his gifts (his beautiful jacket, which he was never leaving home without!) and his calls.  He was courting Greg.  It was a very Southern, gentlemanly way to win Greg’s affections.  So far, Greg had resisted any thing much more than the flirty, bantering relationship they had fallen into so many years ago.  Without a doubt, that counted as mistake number six.  At least this one he could correct as soon as he got home.  As soon as Nick found him.  Please, God.  Let Nick find him soon.  He hurt, and he was so, so cold.  Maybe he could just close his eyes for a few minutes, and then he’d feel better.  Just for a little while.  Ignoring the little voice in his head that insisted that he stay awake, Greg leaned against the rock wall, and closed his eyes.

 

Comments

[barush.livejournal.com]

I dunno why, but I find it kinda difficult to understand... I mean your writing style. But never mind, it's just my problem:)
Anyways, there's never enough of Greg angst lol I'm looking forward to another update, hope Nick finds him!:)

[rabidfan.livejournal.com]

Can you be more specific? I'd like to correct it if I can.

[barush.livejournal.com]

um, it's not anything to correct:) it's just my personal feeling. I'm not a native speaker and your style is kinda difficult to understand for me. Like structure of sentences, some vocabulary etc. But I dunno why I mentioned it at all in the first place. It wasn't meant as offense, just my lack of skills in English:) so don't think something's wrong, 'cause it's not:)

and I'm getting used to it and really like your fic, so never mind me and go on writing:)

[indelibility.livejournal.com]

An update! Yay! I'm so confused, LJ has messed up my freinds page so that new updates are scattered across 100s of old posts and ugh, it's awful, I don't know who's done what *sob*. But I was very happy to see you post at the top today :) I lvoe Greg. I hope he will be ok ^^

[rabidfan.livejournal.com]

thanks for reading...by the way, when are YOU going to post something again? I've been looking forward to it.

[indelibility.livejournal.com]

I'll post soon :P I nearly finished another one. But I got stuck on the ending...well this is the second time I got stuck already. I wish I could write things all in one go sometimes ^^; Well, in anycase, LJ's messed up friend's page is being merciful to me today and I see your post near the top again :P so I'm off to spam your comments there too :)

[wojo62.livejournal.com]

OK, I just read both chapters and I must say, you have my intrest peaked. I am looking forward to what comes next.

BTW- Porn isn't for everyone, there are plenty of perfectly good fics out there without it.

[rabidfan.livejournal.com]

I've got nothing against porn. I really enjoy it when it's written well. It's just that mine always sounds so incredibly lame. "Oooh baby, harder, harder." I just make myself giggle...not the result one hopes for with porn!

Thanks for reading and I hope you keep up with me!

[serenity151979.livejournal.com]

Oooh, I love Greg-in-peril stories!

[rabidfan.livejournal.com]

I do too, as long as no one dies. I don't want anyone to die!!!

[katydid713.livejournal.com]

I can't wait for more!! It's great.

I suspect the kind of stream of conscience style is what non-native speakers have trouble with. I like it because it is the way I see Greg thinking. It is probably harder to read, because its not structured English, but people don't really think in structured English.

[rabidfan.livejournal.com]

You are probably correct. I really don't think that is something I can fix, as it is the only way I "hear" Greg talking to me. It's probably because of my T.V. fixation!

Thanks for the input, and I hope you enjoy the rest of it as well. Part 3 is ready to load...probably tomorrow morning.

[laureen.livejournal.com]

Yay! More! *squees as she reads* More? *pokes the screen* Please?

[rabidfan.livejournal.com]

Poke, poke...check back tomorrow!