The Writ of Kat (sparkleblsm) wrote in sparkle_stories, @ 2009-01-08 20:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | drabbles100, fandom: csi, rating: r, type: slash |
Broken Souls . R
Fandom: CSI. Nick/Greg
Warnings: Mentions of child abuse/molestation, angst.
Words: 528
Disclaimer: Not mine, I wish.
Author’s Notes: Written for drabbles100 on LJ. Prompts #28 Children, #71 Broken, #72 Fixed, #83 Lost, #84 Found.
Author’s Notes 2: Written for drabbles100. Author’s Notes #2: This was written before I saw ‘Gum Drops’, but the day after I wrote it, I did finally get to see ‘Gum Drops’ and it was really difficult for me to come back to edit and publish this fic.
Summary: Everybody has a hero.
Greg had come home to find Nick on the couch, starting off into nothingness and his eyes were red-rimmed.
He knew it, he had gotten the hot case of the lab, the case that causes the most heartache and emotional breakdown of all the staff who work on it.
For Grissom it had been the dead baby that he had found on the golf course, for Sara it was the woman who was too strong to die.
Everybody had things that they couldn’t take, the things that broke them, the things they couldn’t distance themselves from and it caused them so much suffering.
Of course, that was a hazard of the job.
Greg knew what it was for Nick, he knew how hard it was for Nick, and he knew why.
Softly, he walked over to the couch. “Hey Nick,” he said, kneeling down to Nick’s level so he could lock eyes with him.
Nick slowly looked at Greg and leaned forward, wrapping his arms around him, tears soaking Greg’s shirt as Nick’s cried freely and Greg just held him.
Nick always looks to be the strong one in the lab and out in the field, the Texan boy, the jock, etc. but he had such a soft heart for children that every single case like this would break him and Greg was always there to pick up the pieces and pull him back together, telling him how strong he is, how he overcame and how he helps kids just like himself.
Slowly, Nick’s crying tapered off and he sat back, trying to calm his breathing.
“Do…do you know…what she called me?” Nick asked.
Greg shook his head no, he had heard that Nick found the little girl bound to the bed, a small frilly dress her only shield; and she had trembled as Nick united her, hugged her and carried her out, her little arms wrapped around his neck.
“She…she called me, her…her hero.” Nick said, brushing his hand over his cheek to wipe away a freshly fallen tear.
Greg smiled softly, “You are Nick, no one was there for her. You were, you found her, you rescued her.”
A soft smile started to crack through Nick’s tear-stained face, “It hurts, it hurts so much to do this. To see this and to re-live it. But I have to, no one rescued me in time but you’ve been here to help me and I have to be out there to help them.”
Sighing, Greg leaned forward, closed his eyes and pressed a soft kiss to Nick’s lips.
He felt a tear trail softly down his cheek and he pulled away, resting his forehead against Nick’s.
“I know it hurts, I’m so sorry Nick.”
Nick smiled, “I have you, and that helps, you tell me how I help and you tell me that you love me.”
Greg smiled, Nick would break, and that would break him, watching the man he loved hurt so badly, but they would build each other back up with love and carry on, saving those they could and trying to forget just enough to chase away the haunting memories.
It helped, it really did.