Author: Ben McLain
Pairing: Greg/Warrick
Rating: FRAO
Archive: Just ask.
Feedback: Why not?
Email: neoswordsman2001@yahoo.com
Disclaimers: Not mine. CBS's. Blah Blah Blah
Spoilers: None
Author Notes: Just so you know. The <> indicate a thought, and it is normally by Greg.
Summary: Someone on the inside is trying to kill Greg.
Warnings: Extremely Graphic. M/M scenes. Et Cetera
Greg crashed through the front doors screaming.
"No. No. NOOOOOOO." Then he collapsed once inside the police station.
He woke up two hours later, in the break room on the couch. He was surrounded by the night shift.
"Greg. What happened man?" It was Warrick to ask him first. "You tore in the building screaming like a school girl."
"I think I'll be okay. I...I don't know what happened. I remember walking around the back of the building...the next thing I knew I was being chased by someone threatening to kill me. He was chasing me with something."
Grissom was the next to speak up, "Around back? I’ll go grab my kit and head out there." Just like that, he was out of there.
"Someone should take Greg home. Who will?" Sara asked.
Warrick was the first one to pipe up. "I'll take him home. I was gonna go out anyways. Come on Greg."
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"Damnit. That was way to close. He almost blew my cover. But I can't have him know that it was me. I can't have him find out. But I need to kill him and I need to do it soon. But how?" The killer watched as the two CSI's left the building.
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Warrick and Greg pulled up to the outside of his apartment. Warrick helped him up and then made him dinner.
"Hey I'm not just a pretty face. I know how to do some things."
"Well you got the pretty face part righ-" Greg stopped. He can't believe that he just said that. He hasn't told anyone that he was gay yet. He has dug his grave deep this time.
Warrick just laughed. "You too, huh?"
Greg blushed. "Please don't say anything. I'm not ready for people to find out ye-...Wait a damn minute, TOO?"
"Yes. Too. I happen to go for guys too." Warrick sat down next to Greg. "Just relax a little. I won't tell anyone, I swear."
"But why did you...why did you stop?" asked Greg. Greg leaned over and kissed Warrick, but this time with more ferocity than before. Greg realized that Warrick's hand had started to wander up his thigh and almost at his throbbing member. He stopped.
"Warrick? I...I don't know what to do. I've never done this before."
"Just do what comes naturally."
"It's...um...It's not natural for me. You are my first. Ever."
"Oh." He finally got it. "Okay. I'll just get back to making din-"
"I never said I didn't want it dumb ass. I just don't know what to do. That's all."
"Well. We sure as hell can change that." Warrick let out a huge grin and tackled Greg to the couch. And they pulled closer to each other. And kissed passionately. Greg let his hands start to wander. They went down to the crotch of Warrick's pants.
"Holy shit 'Rick."
Warrick gave his devilish grin now and said "It is true what they say about black men." He then grabbed Greg and took him into his room. He threw him on the bed.
"What did you have planned for me?"
"Just a little bit of fun."
"What kind of fun?"
"The good kind. Hope your ready."
"As ready as I'll ever be."
In one quick motion Warrick was down to his Bikini briefs. Then he pulled Greg up and stripped him down. Warrick pulled down Greg's pants.
"How am I not surprised Greg? You don't wear underwear?"
"Nope." Greg was now the one with the grin.
"Haven't worn any since my last ones ripped. Which was around...oh... my last year in college."
"COLLEGE?" Warrick stayed still for a few moments and eyed Greg. Greg had a skinny body but still with muscles, he had worked out some. He eyed a little lower, he was still shocked to see that Greg had to be at lest a full eight inches. Warrick ripped off his bikini briefs. The shredded remains were dropped to the floor. The next sound was Greg's groan of pleasure as he looked at Warrick's good solid ten inches.
Warrick laid down on top of Greg, and started to kiss him again. This time they let their tongues wander through out the other's mouth. They were locked together.
Warrick, "I have an idea Greg, something that you should love, but close your eyes."
Greg did as he was instructed. Warrick rolled him and placed Greg on his hands and knees. Warrick pulled him to the edge of the bed where he got off and sat on his knees. There he put his mouth to Greg's hole and let his tongue start to probe. Greg moaned and threw his head into the pillow to not let the neighbors hear. Warrick continued this torture to Greg for a few more minutes. He then turned himself under and placed his face right to Greg's testicles and slowly sucked them into his mouth one by one.
This went on for a few minutes until Greg blurted out "Oh god 'Rick. I want you in me right now. I'm sure of it."
Warrick reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a tube of lube and a condom.
"Why am I not surprised Rick?"
"Cause you know how I think."
Warrick rolled the condom down his entire length. Greg flipped himself over so he was laying on his hands and knees. He then spread the lube on Greg's hole and all the way down his shaft. He then slowly pushed himself to Greg until he felt the pressure of his tight, virgin hole on the head of his member. He slowly pushed in, waiting for Greg to get used to the feeling. He then slowly pushed himself in, fraction of an inch at a time. Every time pausing to get Greg used to it. He was finally all the way in, and Greg was moaning like none other. Warrick pulled partly out and pushed his way back in and continued doing this. Each time Greg moaning a little louder.
They continued as Warrick picked up speed as he went in and out. Greg was the first one to go. He released himself on to the bed. After that he almost collapsed to the bed.
"Alright Mr. Brown...and junior. Now it is your turn." Greg grabbed Warrick's shoulders and led him to the bed, where he laid down on his back, and Greg slid his mouth down on to Warrick's erect member. Greg started to go up and down, he went down as far as he could without gagging. It wasn't easy. Greg found himself going almost too far a few times. Ten minutes went by before Greg herd Warrick's breathing pick up, his member was starting to throb. Warrick pulled Greg's head off him before he blew his load. It landed on his stomach. Greg grabbed part of the sheet and cleaned him off.
"I needed to wash these anyways."
They both let out a big yawn as Greg climbed up and laid down net to Warrick. And they laid there in each other's arms while they fell asleep.
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OUTSIDE THE WINDOW
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"Look at those two. They look so happy together. Too bad I have to kill you Greg Sanders. "Greggo". Don't get in my way Warrick Brown. You are a great member of our team, and you have been a great partner at times too. But this is between Sanders and me. Look at them. They don't even know that they are being watched. And from right outside their own window. HA."
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The next day was great. Greg was back at work and happier than ever. And Warrick had a new spring in his step too. Warrick was sent out on a robbery while Greg was in the lab. Greg was moving all around, all hyper.
"So you got some last night didn't you?" asked Nick when he walked in.
This surprised Greg. "What are you talking about?" Then with a hushed voice he asked, "Who the fuck told you?"
"Whoa, Greggo, calm down. I just remember how I was like after my first time with a guy."
Greg's jaw must have actually been hanging open.
"What, Greg, you didn't know that I'm bi? I thought everyone knew."
"Apparently not."
Just then, Warrick walked into the lab. "Hey Greg." He paused when he saw Nick standing there with the biggest grin on his face. "What are you happy for Nick?"
"It was with you wasn't it? 'Rick and Greg. Damn. Never thought of that day to come."
"Greg did you tell him?" asked Warrick kinda pissed.
"No. No, I didn't tell him. He knew. Did you know he was bi?"
"Well....um.....yeah."
Even Nick was shocked at this.
"Nick, you remember that night that you thought I was too drunk to remember? Well I wasn't that drunk. I remember it all. Remember Nick? They do make things bigger in Texas."
Right after Warrick said this you saw a lump grow in Nick's pants, and he blushed and walked off, mumbling something about a crime scene.
Greg and Warrick both almost died laughing.
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"That's right boys. Laugh it up. Make fun of someone else's sexuality. Just wait until the rest find out about you two." Said the killer right before they went into the bathroom.
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Grissom walked into the break room that night all frazzled. Greg looked at him and asked what is wrong. Then the rest of the team filed in.
"What is all this about Grissom?" asked Catherine who was obviously pulled away from her case.
"It is just as I feared. Greg, the other night, when you were chased, it was a member of this lab that night that did it. And I hate to say it, but it is a member of this direct team that is in here right now."
"What?!?!" shrieked Greg.
"But there is some good news Greg." said Grissom trying to cheer him up. "This is your first case Greg. I have also talked to the director and he even thinks that it is a good idea to let you handle this one. Warrick will be a good choice to help you."
Greg stepped outside for some air and Warrick stepped out behind him.
"WHY?!?!?! Why would anyone on this team want to do this to me. I never did anything to hurt anyone."
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TWO HOURS LATER
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Warrick stepped inside to pee and grab each of them a soda. While he was gone, Greg was working on his own reprocessing what he could of the back lot. That is when he heard it. He heard foot steps coming and he was hit over the head with something hard.
The next thing he knew he was in the back of a black Tahoe bound and gagged, like so many of the victims he has seen before.
He looked outside and saw an apartment building. When he heard a door from the backseat open up and he was knocked out again.
When he woke up he was tied to a bed. He tried getting out but couldn't. Then he just gave up on trying to get out. The CSI that did this was used to tying knots.
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Warrick ran back into the break room where Sara and Nick were. He was out of breath.
"What's wrong Warrick?" asked the confused Sara.
"Greg. He's gone. And so is one of our Tahoes."
"Are you sure?"
All three of them were panicking.
"Yes I'm sure. I ran around checking but now I am positive."
"Call Greg's cell." stated Nick.
Warrick held up a broken cell phone. It was Greg's. Right there Warrick collapsed to the ground and started to cry.
"I can't lose him guys. He was the only one I ever loved. I have to save him. We had so much for each other."
Sara was dumbfounded by this statement, Nick just hugged Warrick and picked him up.
"Don't worry man. We'll find him. We are paid to find total strangers."
Through tears, he managed to say. "Yes, but could we possibly beat one of our own?" Warrick's face lit up with an angered epiphany.
He realized who it was. "...WAIT...DAMNIT. Follow me guys."
Warrick ran out of the break room and into the room where they kept the Tahoe keys.
"I know where to go. I can't believe it was right there in front of us the entire time."
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It was only a matter of time before they showed up pounding on the door. There wasn't much time to do what was needed. It would be made so that not even Doc would be able to determine the cause of death. Not to this soul.
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The brakes screeched to a halt outside of the apartments, the sirens were not far off. They knew which apartment to go to. Warrick was the one to burst down the door. They moved over to the couch and pointed there guns at him.
"Where is he? What did you do with him?"
"If you must know, he is on the bed. But if the timing is right, which it is, he is already deceased."
Warrick tore out of the room and ran to the bedroom. He saw Greg. Barely breathing. He wasn't too late.
Nick and Sara just stood there with their guns on him. Sara asked. How could you. This is so unlike you.
He ran up and untied his limbs. Then took the rope from around his neck. He ripped chunks off his shirt and used them to block the wrist cuts up. And he shoved his finger down his lover's throat to throw up and poison in his system.
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The cops came up and so did the medics. They took Greg to the hospital and Warrick ran along leaving the keys with Sara. Warrick waited outside in the waiting room for what seemed like an eternity.
The doctor came out and talked to him. "I take it you are here on behalf of Mr. Sanders?"
"Yes doc. Is he gonna be alright?"
"It might be too soon to tell. He lost a lot of blood and we had to get the poison out of his system, and then he did almost die of suffocation too. You are lucky that you got there when you did. He only had a few more minutes left if you didn't do something."
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SIX HOURS LATER - Interrogation room
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"Why did you do it Gil? He is the youngest on our crew? What did he do to deserve it?"
Catherine was the one doing the interrogation. No one else could handle it.
"Cat. I had good reasons to do it."
"You and I both know, Gil, that there is never a good reason to kill someone."
"Well there was for this one. I did it to save him."
"Gil you are so full of shit. You and I both know that that isn't the true reason that you tried to kill him."
"Wait... TRIED???"
"Yes. You didn't know. Greg is still alive. You can't even kill a person right. You should have just stuck with bugs."
"Alright. Alright. I did have a different reason. It was because I know his past, I am not that full of shit."
"What do you mean you know of his past?"
"He was fourteen. He went camping with some friends. He was the only survivor after he and his friends were all raped, beaten, robbed, and then stabbed. And his abusive dad. Did he ever tell you about him? About how when he was twelve his dad took a swing at him with a knife and nearly severed his spinal cord? I didn't think so."
"Wow." Cathrine snapped back to reality. "So you tried to kill him to ease his pain?"
"Yes, yes I did."
"I knew it Gil. You are full of shit. That isn't the reason why you killed him. You could never hide anything from me."
Gil was getting frustrated.
"FINE. You want to know why I was going to kill that little prick? I was thirty five, that would have made Greg sixteen. I was engaged to get married. As a matter of fact our wedding was less than a week away. My fiancée was coming over to my place for a little celebration. She was walking through the crosswalk when someone hit her with their car and drove off. The case went unsolved. I reopened it just last month. I figured out who did it. The young Mr. Sanders. I found out last week. That is when I started my plan to kill him. But then him and his relationship with Warrick got in the way. Damnit."
"Wait. Relationship? Never mind. That is low Gil. Lower than I thought that you knew how to sink. Killing for revenge? I thought I knew you better. You know what comes next Gil. Boys. Just some quick advice Gil, you gave it to a suspect once. The only problem with your experiment, you forgot to keep an eye on the human component."
Gil Grissom was led away by two police escorts to jail, where he would await his trial.
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One Week Later
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"Greg. Your awake." It was Warrick's cheerful voice.
"What happened...How long have I been in the hospital?"
"You've been in a near comatose state for a week."
"No wonder it feels like I've been with a thousand inmates."
"Greg, come on. That's gross."
Greg looked around and saw Nick, Sara, Catherine and Warrick all looking at him. There was a few minute of silence as they let him sink it all back in.
"Why did he do it?"
"Well Greg. Let's talk. He claims he did it for two reasons. One, to help you. To end your suffering. He says that your life has been long with what happened to you at twelve and fourteen."
Greg's face turned paste white when he heard that his boss knew about this.
"Then the second reason is because he wanted revenge. He wanted to kill you for something he thinks you did. He thinks you killed his fiancée."
"I don't remember doing anything of the sorts. I mean I have never even been in a car accident... Hey Warrick I need to talk to you quickly. I remember at the scene, I remember hearing you 'Rick. You said something as we were arriving at the hospital. Is it true?"
"Let's give them some room. Nick, Sara, let's go grab a drink."
The two girls and Nick left the room leaving Greg and Warrick there alone.
"Of course I meant it. Why wouldn't I? I still mean it Greg. There are two things you need to learn from this experience. One, to expect the unexpected. And two, I always mean what I say, I love you Greg. I honestly and truly love you."
