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Title: Hate That I Love You (Part Two)
Author: youloveme09
Rating: PG-13 maybe?
Warnings: some language
Pairing: G/N
Characters: catherine, warrick, grissom, sara, nick
Disclaimer: i own nobody. nor the show
Summary: Greg is found and all is right with the world.

Greg's eyes flew open in shock. He bolted upright, managing to bang his head on...something. He groaned and fell back, realizing for the first time that he was laying on the ground. He looked at his arms and wiggled his fingers, but when he wiggled his toes he knew something wasn't completely right. He was lying in a ditch for one thing. He tried moving his legs, and that's when the pain registered. He sat up again, carefully this time, and saw to his horror the top of the Denali crushing his lower half. He didn't remember flying through the air, he would've remembered a sensation like that. Glass lay shattered around him, a sidemirror was smashed quite a few feet away, and the car was covered in scratches and mud and wet grass. He guessed it was his left leg that hurt the most; both were hurting so much he couldn't tell much of a difference. He could wiggle his toes at least; that was a good sign.

With a groan he fell back to the wet ground. His side twinged and he gasped. Auotmatically his hands went to his right side and he felt the warmth there. He was too worried about the feeling in his legs to notice pain anywhere else. Reluctantly he pulled his hands away. He couldn't see much of his hands in the darkness, but he could tell they were covered in blood. "Shit." Trying to forget any pain for the moment, he guessed about how long he'd been out of it. Fourty-five minutes, an hour? Hopefully long enough for the guys to start looking for him. Then he remembered the truck driver.

Greg looked around until he saw the gigantic truck with it's nose resting against a tree, cargo up the hill, and the driver slumped out of the door. "Hey! Hey wake up!" Greg shouted, picking up a stick. He hurled it at the man, watched it bounce off, and watched in sad horror as the body fell to the mud face first. "No, no, no, no!" he muttered, slumping back to the mud and groaning. Howling came from far off and his eyes flew open. He sat up without a thought to his side and ignored the pain shooting through his body. "Not now." Flailing slightly, he remembered his cell phone. Stupid! He could use that to call some help.

He slid his hands through the mud and grass, groping for any solid object within reach. Finally, he hit what felt like his cell phone. When he held it front of his face though, he saw it was just his maglight. He turned it on and the tiny light just barely shone through the darkness. At least it wasn't raining. The beam landed on his cell and he wilted in dissappointment: the device was scattered into pieces, completely unusable. "Fuck!" In his anger he threw he flashlight into the darkness and watched the light swivel through the air before landing behind a tree. It flickered, then died. Hurry up guys. he thought to himself desperatley.

The temperature was beginning to drop the longer Greg laid there. The ground was freezing against his back and the mud was starting to dry in his hair and on his arms; it was sticky and uncomfortable. I'm gonna die here. Cold and alone and there won't be any Nick by my side or anybody else for that matter. He shook his head: he wasn't going to think about that. But he couldn't help but think about it; it was too overwhelming not to think about.

His body started to shiver and shake violently against the cold. He could feel the tears building up in his eyes the more he thought about Nick and the things he could never say if Greg died underneath that car. Oh the things he wanted to say. He wanted to tell Nick that he loved him (properly), tell Nick he was the best thing ever in Greg's life, and so much more. He wouldn't get to if he was pinned underneath a car, in the mud, and freezing. "HELP ME!" he screamed, tears spilling over as the thoughts reeled through his mind.

Greg screamed again and again, sitting up and screaming even louder. He pushed on the heavy car as he continued to scream for help. "HELP! HELP ME! Help!" He screamed again, and now his throat was getting sore and ragged and his arms were tired from pushing on the car, his side burning with pain. He pushed and screamed and pushed and screamed until he finally just gave out. He sagged against the cold metal, a heap of pitiful sobs and shivers. The shivers made his side ache and his legs throb even more. The sobs made his throat even more sore and raw and he could've swore the tears were freezing on his face. He had no idea what time it was, where anybody was, or if anyone was looking for him. All he could think about was Nick and dying a painful death and never seeing any of the people he loved ever again.

Just as he was about to close his eyes and just completely give up, the sound of a helicopter up in the sky greeted his ears.

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All the CSI's were reduced to puddles of worry and fear as the firetruck and ambulance sped down the highway. A helicopter had spotted Greg's car and now they all were in a hurry to get there. Grissom sat in the front seat with the EMT, while Nick and Warrick sat in the back of the ambulance. In the firetruck, sat Catherine and Sara, bundled up in heavy coats and rain gear. A police car led the way to the backroads where Greg's car was found.

"Think he's okay?" Sara asked quietly. Catherine looked over at her, tears in her eyes.

"I hope so. Greg's strong. If a fire and a beating can't kill him, then this can't either. He has too much to live for, so he can't give up."

Sara nodded, tears of her own coming to her eyes.

Everbody was worried, but none were as worried as Nick. All he could think about the past couple of hours was Greg and how scared he must be, possibly lost in the woods. He wouldn't think about Greg being dead, but he didn't know what he would do if they found Greg dead. Nick would probably go crazy, that he was sure of. He wasn't sure of his feelings though. He never really thought about men, but women had never really sparked his interest. But something was different about Greg. And after Greg told Nick that he loved him, Nick wasn't so sure what to do or what to feel. It consumed most of his thoughts and he was beginning to think he loved Greg back.

"You okay man?"

Nick snapped his head up from where it was resting in his hands and he stared at Warrick. "Uh, yeah. Just thinking."

"He's okay. You know that. You know he won't give up. He's too good for that." Warrick tried reassuring his friend, but he could tell it wasn't helping much.

Nick stared out the window; it had started to rain again. He noticed the police car ahead was slowing down, and he perked up some. The firetruck sped to a halt and the ambulance they were occupying stopped too. "We're here." the driver called to the two in the back. Warrick opened the back and he and Nick jumped out. Catherine, Sara, and Grissom met them at the side of the hill. With the rain falling it was somewhat hard to see, but they could faintly make out the outline of the car.

"Oh god." Catherine gasped.

"Get out of the way!" a fireman shouted as he ran by with an emergency kit, another fireman behind him with an emergency light so they could see. "What's his name?" the one with the light shouted up the hill.

"Greg!" Catherine shouted back. He nodded and took off after his companion.

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Someone was shaking him. He was very aware of that since it sent pain shooting through his lower body and his side. He groaned and squinted, wincing when he finally realized it was raining again. "Can you hear me?" The voice was unclear, far off. "Greg, can you hear me?"

As an answer, he rolled to the opposite side and threw up. He gagged and heaved until there was nothing left in his stomach. "Get that light over here!" Greg pushed himself onto his back again and groaned once more. "Greg, open your eyes for me." A hand tapped his cheek and Greg opened his eyes fully. A bright light soon after settled over his body and he closed his eyes against the brightness. "That's it. Can you speak?"

"God, get me out of here." he groaned. The EMT chuckled slightly, trying to lighten the situation. Greg was very aware of the pain in his side and in his lower body, but all he could focus on was the fact that they had found him. He was saved after all. He would get to see Nick and the others.

"We're going to get you out of here. You're a lucky one to have friends and co-workers like those up there. Now, tell me what's hurting so we'll know where to start." The EMT smiled and Greg attempted one of his own. Greg told the older man what was hurting and what not, but he was looking for his friends.

"Where are they?" Greg choked out. He could still taste the bile he threw up moments before and grimaced. The EMT pointed up the hill just as Catherine and Nick came sliding down it. They joined Greg and the EMT's and Greg was relieved to see some friendly faces.

Catherine was crying, but the smile on her face told Greg it was happy tears. She dropped down by his side and took one of his hands, squeezing tightly. Nick was soon on the ground by Greg's side, too, holding his other hand. Greg looked up at him and his heart started beating rapidly. Nick smiled and Greg just knew things were going to be okay-then and in the future. A loud clattering made Greg look away from the intense stare and he saw the chord and hook being lowered from the firetruck.

"Alright, Greg. We're going to try and lift the car off. We'll be as careful as possible, but it will probably aggravate the injuries even more." Greg nodded and squeezed Catherine and Nick's hands. The EMT hooked the crane to the undercarriage of the Denali and tugged on it, then gave the truck driver the thumbs up. With a loud groan, the crane ascended, lifting the car with it, but just barely. Greg cried out as the pressure was released slightly from his lower half. The hold on the hands tightened as tears squeezed past his clenched shut eyes. The car moved a few more inches until it was hovering just above Greg's body. "Careful now!" the EMT shouted up the hill, then signaling for the crane operator to continue.

After several painful minutes, the Denali was resting against the hill, still attached to the crane. Greg was afraid to move and look at his lower half. In an effort not to bust out crying, he bit on his lip until bled. The EMT, along with three others with a stretcher, came rushing to his side. Catherine and Nick let go and stood up, and Greg reached out to them. An EMT grabbed his arms and gently pushed them to his sides. "Okay, he has a deep cut on his side," he began and Greg could feel hands pressing his injured side, "and his lower half...." The young EMT trailed off and that scared Greg. "Let's get him on the stretcher."

The other EMT's rushed over with the stretcher and laid it next to Greg. He screwed his eyes shut and waited for them to move him. Four sets of hands, two sets on each side of him, touched him and he thought the pain in his lower half would kill him. They grabbed him gently and hoisted him up and onto the stretcher. He screamed in pain and his hands automatically closed around the nearest arms. They strapped him in and lifted the stretcher, and began the ascent up the hill. It was a slippery and bumpy ride, but finally Greg was being slid into the back of the ambulance with Warrick and Nick. "You two are going to have to ride with the police to the hospital."

Warrick hopped out first after giving his younger friend a light squeeze on the arm. Nick halted for a second, staring at Greg. Greg attempted a half smile, but it came out as more of a grimace. Nick winked before jumping out and watching the doors close in his face. Greg sighed heavily, a sudden warmth settling over him. Before he knew it, his eyes were heavy and closing and soon he was out like a light.

http://community.livejournal.com/nickngreg/937284.html#cutid1 Part One