Title: False Accusations

Chapter: 1/3

Fandom: CSI

Characters: Greg Sanders/Nick Stokes

Word Count: 1222

Rating: PG

Warnings/Spoilers: mention of rape but not really… (you'll understand while reading)

Summary: "Evidence never lie," That's what Grissom always says. But what happen when they do? (Fic inspired by an SGA's one. Don't remember the title through, sorry.)

Notes: I don't have seen a lot of CSI's episode, so sorry if characters seem a bit OOC.

Thanks to Rayrayfaulks who did a wonderful job at beta-reading this!

Chapter 1

Greg stood at the foot of the bed, unable to tear his eyes away from the sheets. A lump was forming in his throat as he watched the red spots that contrasted fully with the white piece of fabric. He could not believe what he was seeing. He could not believe what he had done. Tears stung his eyes, but he didn't let them fall. All he could do was stare.

He was so engrossed with the stain that he didn't hear the bathroom door open and his lover come out until he was just behind him, circling his waist and kissing his head so softly it would have made him smile under any other circumstance.

"Morning, Angel," Nick whispered.

Greg turned around, still in Nick's embrace and wrapped his arms around the other man's neck, hiding his face.

"'M sorry," he murmured so lightly Nick almost didn't hear it, almost.

"Hey, what's the matter?" Nick asked, growing worried for the man in his arms.

That really wasn't the reaction he was expecting from his lover after the night they had spent together. He detached himself from the younger man and looked at him, stunned to find unshed tears in his eyes.

"Hey," he repeated, softly caressing Greg's cheek. "Baby, what's wrong?"

"I hurt you," Greg stated, looking down, unable to bear Nick's scrutinizing stare any longer.

"What?" the other man asked, wondering what his lover was talking about. "You didn't hurt me, Greg, what are you talking about?"

Without a word, Greg motioned to the bed and Nick, following the gesture, finally noticed the blood. He had not seen it when he had gotten up and, quite frankly, he had not thought of looking ; he would never had thought he had bled the night before.

However, Greg seemed to have immediately noticed it. Sighing, Nick led his lover to the living room, sitting him down on the couch and sitting down at his side.

"Greg," he said softly, making the other man look at him. "You didn't hurt me, I promise. I didn't even know I had bled before you told me. Beside, I was the one asking for it to be rough, wasn't I?"

Greg nodded, slightly reassured that Nick did not seem to be mad or hurt.

"I'm still sorry."

"Well don't be!" Nick gently ordered before taking Greg's mouth in a passionate kiss.

Greg greedily answered and, soon, they were making out, lying on the couch like two horny teenagers. Unfortunately, they were interrupted by the sound of Nick's ringtone.

With a groan they stopped the kiss and Nick reached blindly for his cell phone from where he laid, as Greg did not seem keen on standing up from his place where he was straddling Nick's hips. The younger man looked at his lover with a smirk as Nick fought to answer in the most normal voice possible.

"Hey Griss, what's up?"

'I'm gonna kill you,' he mouthed to his lover as Greg made a good job at moving on top of him.

"Kay, I'm coming," he finished before hanging up and throwing his cell phone onto the table.

He wrapped his arms around Greg's hip and shifted so the younger man landed on the couch, beside him, with a pout.

"Sorry, Angel, but I've got to go."

He gave Greg a last kiss before getting ready to leave.

"I'll come and fetch you at break time, okay!"

"Kay! See you soon…"

As he walked away Nick could not help finally feeling the soreness in his lower body, consequences of the previous night, and immediately knew the small wound might still bleed a little. But, really, if that was the price for such an evening, he was glad to pay it.

Nick strode towards the DNA laboratory. He checked his watch to see if he would be in time to warn Greg he could not go home at the moment wouldn't be home right away. He had another lead to follow but he didn't want Greg to be worried when he did not see him come home at the time(didn't come when) he should.

"Hey, Greggo!" he called as he entered the lab.

"Hi, Nicky, I don't think I've got anything for you… unless I've forgotten you, but I don't think that's even remotely possible."

"Nope, don't worry. Just wanted to warn you I would be late tonight."


Nick glanced around him and, seeing there was nobody watching them, quickly gave Greg a kiss on the forehead, making the younger man smile.

"I'll see you later."

Greg nodded and watched his lover leave the room, a smile still playing on his lips.

Unknown to them however, Archie had watched the exchange from across the hall and returned to his work, shaking his head, a big smile plastered on his face. He had been so sure these two had something going on, now he had the confirmation.

Gil Grissom was waiting outside the hospital room where Nick was now resting. The accident had not been that serious but it had been enough for Nick to lose consciousness and still be out of it at the moment. According to the doctors he would most probably sleep for a day of two but there should be no after-effect.

However, that was not the thing that was on Gil's mind at the moment. What was worrying him was the awful truth one of the nurses had revealed to him about Nick's condition.

Grissom was snapped out of his thoughts by Catherine and Warrick's arrivals.

"How is he?" Were the first words out of Catherine's mouth.

"He's going to be alright, don't worry Catherine," Grissom answered, reassuring the woman. "But there is something else that you have to know."

"What is it?" Warrick asked, feeling suddenly worried. It was not like Grissom at all to beat around the bushes so it had to be pretty important.

"The doctor found evidence of a rape," he finally declared. Shock registered onto Warrick's face as soon as Grissom pronounced the sentence and Catherine's eyes watered.

"You two are with me on this case. This is top priority. I already sent a DNA sample to the lab. Since Greg's shift has already ended, I gave it to the dayshift technician. We should get the result soon."

"How could something like this happen," Catherine whispered.

"I don't know, Catherine," Gil admitted, feeling useless for once.

"Was it recent? Can it have happened during the case?" she could not help asking. She had been the one to work with Nick on their last case; she would never forgive herself if she could have prevented it, if it was her fault.

"No, they esteemed, seeing the wound, that it was before. Probably sometime last night."8

They were not able to continue their conversation as they were interrupted by Grissom's cell phone.

"Grissom," he answered simply.

Catherine and Warrick watched him as he listened to the other speaker.

"We're coming," he said, hanging up before turning to his co-workers. "Let's go to the lab. They said they found a match for the DNA, but they want to show us in person."

"Why couldn't they just tell you on the phone?" Catherine asked warily.

"I don't know. I really don't know, but I don't like it."