Bits and Pieces of CSI

Title: Idiots Gonna Die

Fandom: CSI

Characters/Pairing: Nick/Greg

Requested by: DuoChanFan

Word Count: 760

Warnings: Dark!Nick

AN: This one just would not be written unless it was JUST like this. So I wrote it. Just like this. Enjoy.

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Spitting out a bit of blood, Greg sneered at the idiot who had dared to kidnap him. “You realize that if my lover has the option, you won’t make it to trial, right?” he asked, voice hoarse from the choking he had received earlier.

The thug sneered. “You’re just a crime scene worker,” he snorted. “You don’t have a lover who could take us on. Now, are you going to be a good little boy and do what we need you to do?” he asked, leaning forward and staring at Greg.

Greg sneered. “You’re a fucking idiot. Very much a fucking idiot. That evidence has already been logged and is watched over like it will disappear in a puff of smoke,” he said, relaxing in his bonds. “The one you want freed fucked up. He’s lucky that it’s only the rape and attack that we can get him on otherwise it’d be a nice long sleep that he’ll never wake up from,” he continued. His head jerked to the side and his cheek started to throb in time with his heartbeat.

“Fucking useless piece of shit,” the man snorted, stalking off. “When the boys get back, I’ll let them have fun then dump ya somewhere. You won’t be missed.”

Greg sighed and rolled his eyes as the lights in the room flipped off. He relaxed and tilted his head, looking to where there was a rather large window with mesh covering it. “That guy won’t make it to trial,” he mused to the moon. “Nick won’t be happy that this fucker kidnapped me and hurt me. He’ll end up in a lot of pain.” He spat out a bit more blood out and carefully prodded his cheeks.

He found that he would need to have a tooth fixed slightly and had a cut on the inside of his cheek, but nothing truly worrying. He would be bruised and hurting for days, but he doubted that he would have to do much more than twenty-four hours in the hospital, if that.

By the position of the moon, it was an hour later when the door was yanked open and the light flipped on, Greg’s lover standing there, snarling and covered in blood. “Have fun?” he asked.

Nick snorted and pulled out a handkerchief from his back pocket, wiping off his hands as much as he could as he walked over. He pulled out a knife and cut him free before helping him to stand, Greg swaying slightly.

“Just a little,” he finally said. Greg snorted. “Guy is going to get a bit hot under the collar in about twenty minutes,” he continued.

“You’re not even letting us do our job now? Is it that bad?” Greg asked, Nick nodding. “I hope you got any others out of the place.”

“Of course I did, though they were all so heavily drugged out of their minds that they can’t see straight. I’ll be calling the fire in in a few minutes. I’ll tell ‘em that I found you and the others outside and no one else around. The lot of them won’t remember being yanked out of the building by me,” Nick said, helping his lover out and to his car, which was still running.

Nick did call the fire department when it got big enough to wipe out evidence, about five minutes after they had left the building. Greg lied through his teeth, a trick that he had learned long ago in his younger days, and told them that Nick had been following his hidden phone’s GPS, holding out the phone that looked like a hard case and was indeed sending out a signal.

It was something that everyone on the nightshift had started to carry around on them, the specialized phones not good for much beyond calls, text and GPS coordinates. He was just lucky that the asshole hadn’t done anything with it beyond sticking it on a table. The rest of the people who had been grabbed were taken to one hospital while he was taken to another, evidence gathered by a knowing Grissom and did indeed stay twenty-four hours in the hospital.

Nick stayed close to him through out it all, only leaving to take a shower and get food that they wanted to eat. Greg just smiled happily when he was released, knowing that his lover would always come for him.

Idiots really needed to learn to listen when he said that his lover wouldn’t let the idiots live until trial. This really just proved that to him.