The One

This is a re-post of my story "The One". I have gone back and edited it more. I decided to post it one chapter at a time in the hopes that I will get more reviews. I'm sorry if this inconveniences anyone.



~ Sam



Chapter 7

Title: The One

Author: WarpedMindedYaoi + NightmareAhead

Chapter: 7/?

Pairing: Nick/Greg (CSI)

Warnings: lil bit of self-mutilation

Summary: When you finally meet 'the one' can you feel it?

Notes: This is a role-play between Warped and Nightmare. See if you can guess who plays whom.

Disclaimer: These characters don’t belong to us. We do not make money from this. We are just having fun.





Nick's mouth opened, then closed, he was in shock. He never thought Greg would ask him to see his family. He wasn't complaining though. He thought it was so nice.



"I would love to come with you... and... if you are there with me, I won't hide it anymore. We can tell everyone if you want," he grinned.



Greg's eyes widened as he looked into Nick's and saw the sincerity.



"You'll... You'll come with me? Really?"



His smile was beaming when he leaned in and hugged Nick as hard as he could.



"I want to tell everyone, but only if you’re sure."



Nick nodded against Greg's shoulder. "I am ready to come out to everyone now," he whispered, his voice full of gratitude and happiness.



"Someday I want you to meet my brothers, sister and my mom. They would love you. But, I have to keep you away from my dad," he sighed, pulling back and kissing Greg gently.



Greg arched an eyebrow and tilted his head to the side. He's overheard Nick and Grissom talking about his dad before, so he knew the guy was bad news, but...



"How would I meet your family but not your dad? And is he really that bad? My dad was a bit upset when I told him I was gay, but he got over it when he noticed how much more happy I was.”



Nick swallowed and looked away. "Let's just say... he doesn't know yet, only the ones I said before know." His heart started pounding. He couldn't tell Greg... could he?



"Greg..." he started but stopped, his nervousness getting the best of him. "Greg, my dad... is part of a group of men that rape and kill gays." He shut his eyes tight. "He can't ever know! Nobody knows besides the family, and neighbors. They all stick together. I know because when I was little I saw him... do it." He felt a tear leak out of his closed eyes and rolled down his cheek.



"You're kidding right?"



Greg was starting to feel a bit numb again. The thought of Nick having to grow up around a man like that, not to mention the rest of his family, was hard to handle.



He looked down at his bandaged wrists and thought about maybe cutting them again, or reopening them. Nick wouldn’t let him though, he knew that. Still, he felt his hands itching to get a hold of the razor he had in the bathroom.



'It's sick that that’s what my head goes to automatically. I just hate being numb, it seems like I'm about to just disappear. Cutting is the only thing that keeps me here.'



Nick shook his head, "No. But, that is only for me to worry about, not you," he stated firmly. "I don't want you cutting again,” he growled lightly, kissing Greg roughly, and then pulling back.



"Come to me if you feel like you are gonna cut again." He sighed.



After a minute of being silent he looked Greg in the eyes, "I don't want you to leave me before we even are together for good."



He hugged Greg again and kissed the side of his head, "You are too great of a person to be cutting yourself and being depressed. People are supposed to feel numb, we are supposed to feel. That is what we do, feel. Pleasure, pain, sadness, anger. Everything. You know? If we weren't supposed to feel those things we wouldn't feel anything probably. Do you get it Greg?" he was close to hysterical, but he kept it in check.



Greg was still numb and still stuck in his head, but he could hear how upset Nick was. Wanting to comfort the man he forced his hand to move to rest on the small of his back.



'Nick has enough problems! Get a hold of yourself!'



He managed to come back to himself a bit and noticed that his body was shivering. Cold, he was cold, no, he was freezing. Why the hell...
'I'm going into shock,' he laughed at how pathetic he was in his head.



His teeth were chattering but he had to tell Nick, "S-s-sorry... C-cowb-boy."



"What's the matter?" Nick asked worriedly, rubbing his hands up and down Greg's arms, "Come on...lets go get you warmed up."



He led Greg to the bedroom and took off his clothes. He then took off his own, climbing into the bed and covering them both up, hugging him close.



"I'm here. Just take slow, deep calming breaths," he started to show Greg how to breathe that way, "It's okay. I am here for you. No matter what."



After a few minutes of lying there and breathing Greg began to calm down.



Now, that Greg was able to think and act clearly he was kind of pissed.



"Why the hell didn’t you tell anyone? He should be in fucking jail! Even if you were too scared to do it when you were younger what about now?! You're fucking old enough and a fucking CSI!"



Nick backed up and stared at Greg in shock. He was being yelled at... Greg... his Greg. About his father.



"You wanna know why? I don't know all the people, sure I know about 10 or 11 of the men, but there is a group of 40 guys that do it all at different times! Because if I do, I would get disowned, and then the other men that aren't caught, will come after me... and the people I care most about," He whispered tearfully. "I don't want my family, or you to die..." he whimpered.



Greg simply nodded and starred up at the ceiling. He could understand that, but still… He knew that if it were his dad he would do something and then just make sure no one knew it was him that said something.



He was starting to feel numb again. He tried to breath through it, but it wasn’t doing any good.



Desperately not wanting to feel the complete numbness again he quickly wrapped his hand around his wrist and twisted. He gasped in pain and arched off the bed as he felt the stitches rip out one by one. His arms fell back to his sides and he smiled at being able to feel again. He wasn’t going to disappear this time.

Nick didn’t seem to notice Greg arch in pain and gasp, too lost in his own thoughts on how to make this better.



"Greg. Let's not worry about my dad, just... about the family that loves and accepts me for who I am. They will love you too."



Nick thought for a moment before leaning forward and kissing Greg gently. "I hope your family will love me too." He blushed.



"They will. Already told them I had a crush on you."



Greg leaned up and kissed Nick again. He was feeling a little lightheaded from the blood loss but continued to kiss him anyway. Showing Nick how much he loved him was more important then the puddle of blood forming under his hand.



Nick felt something wet touch his hand as he reached to touch Greg's. He pulled it back and stared at it in shock, then he yanked up the covers and shook his head.



"Why?" he growled, pulling Greg up and to the bathroom. He pulled open the cabinet and searched for clean gauze pads. When he did, he used a towel to clean up the dribbling blood and then pressed the pads tightly to the wound, stopping the blood flow. "Greg, come on! If you keep doing this, you could die even before 4th of July." He stared down at the gauze wrapped around a male, but feminine wrist.



Greg watched as Nick cleaned and wrapped his wrist while he sat on the closed lid of the toilet. He was breathing deeply like Nick had told him to do before. 




"Die happy... die with you there," he mumbled before his head dropped down and he fell forward.



Nick gasped as he caught Greg. "No... no no no," he cried as he ran them out to the car and drove them quickly to the hospital. 




TBC…