Jul 1, 2025
Greg in every episode of CSI (316/328) • Dead Rails •
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Greg in every episode of CSI (316/328) • Dead Rails •
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15.10 Dead Rails
For the hurt/comfort prompts- 12 “You don’t have to be strong all the time” for Finn and Nick :)
She had no reason to believe anything was wrong.
Nick just isn't the type to respond to text while he's working a scene, his work ethic is just too strong.
But she gets concerned when Greg returns to the lab, and Nick doesn’t.
“Where’s Nick?”
“Oh, he, uh. Wasn’t feeling good, went home,” Greg quickly explains, noticeably not meeting her eyes.
He know something she doesn’t know.
“Greg,” she raises her eyebrows with a warning tone in her voice.
“Alright, he’s still there, but I wouldn’t—”
She waves to Russell as she passes his office, and further waves off any attempts to stop her as she marches out of the lab and drives to the scene of the crime; an unfortunate soul who died, got buried, still alive, dug his way out and died again.
She finds him watching over the disturbed patch of earth, resting on his knees, head bowed down. As she makes her way down the hill, her sight hitches though she can tell it’s his body that’s heaving, and she calls out to him before he falls in, himself.
“What’re you doing here?” a thick, nasally voice asks, hiding his face as he wipes away whatever he doesn’t want her to see.
“I could ask you the same thing,” she reaches out a hand to his shoulder, and he rolls it off.
“You first,” Nick insists as Finn crosses her arms, a stubborn anger rising within her.
“I was getting a little worried, you hadn’t texted back about our plans tonight and I know you’re not on the clock.”
“Yeah. Anniversary dinner. I haven’t forgotten, I promise.”
“So what are you doing here in the middle of the desert instead of getting dressed? I even picked out your suit this morning, with my favorite tie to go with your favorite dress.”
“It’s nothing. I’m just being thorough, making sure we didn’t miss anythin’.”
“Where’s your back up? Not supposed to be at a scene without a uniform.”
“I’m not a child, Julie.”
“Well, Nick,” Finn matches the condescending tone in his voice. “Then I guess I’ll be your back up. Walk me through the scene.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“What do you mean? If it doesn’t matter, then what are you doing here?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Did something happen? Are you hurt?”
Finn unfolds her arms, running a lap around Nick and keeping him rooted in place with a grip on each shoulder. Not a scratch on him, just some dried tears on his face and dirt under his fingernails.
“N-no,” Nick shakes his head. He bites down on a quivering lower lip, shrugging his way out of her grasp again. “This is just...a bit personal, alright? I need to be alone to sort myself out. I’m sorry. Go get ready, I’ll meet you in a bit.”
Finn doesn’t buy it.
“You don’t have to be strong all the time, Nicky,” Finn once again steps in front of him, in front of the hole, and wipes his cheeks with her thumbs. She presses a soft kiss on his forehead. “But if you don’t want to talk about it, that’s okay. I’m here for you, no matter what.”
“Thanks, hun,” Nick returns a gentle kiss, cradling her head in his hands, embracing her as he watches the hole become deeper, and deeper, infested—an army of red ants pouring out of the depths, threatening to overtake both of them—but as their weight fills out of the hole, he hears beeping, a long tone that hasn’t faded from erupted ears, he holds her even closer, fearing that as he explodes out of this green-lit flashback, she’ll walk away from him, too. Just as everyone else did that night, leaving him to be buried twice.
To die twice.
He lets go of her, backing away with a loud gasp, rasping out for air that he suddenly feels robbed of.
“Nick? Nick, what’s wrong?”
He grips his chest, hand over a heart pulsing faster than an intensely beating drum.
“Nothing! Fine. Fuh—!” he screams, pushing Finn out of the way, he falls to his knees, his hands fall into the pit, his hands sink into the loosened dirt.
“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no...” he cries, unable to hide it anymore. “Please. Pl-please...”
Finn crouches down, lifts his hands out of the dirt, and wraps herself around him, squeezing him as tightly as she can to contain his trembling body.
“It’s okay, I got you. I got you...” Finn whispers, her own eyes shining with tears, and her heart is melting into the tear-splattered dirt beneath them, piecing together what may have happened, and yet she’s somehow still certain that the reality is far worse than anything she could come up with.
“Okay...okay...okay...” Nick hyperventilates, tilting his head to the side where a gentle breeze is wafting against his cheek.
“Tell me...what...what triggered you just now?” Finn tentatively asks once his heartbeat returns to normal under the palm of her hand.
“I’ll tell ya about it someday, but...just not today, alright?” Nick once again buries his face in his hands, wiping away any semblance of weakness.
“Only when you’re ready to,” Finn affirms.
He nods, hands on his hips as he takes a few steps away from the grave.
His grave? Finn wonders. She vaguely remembers him referencing an abduction once...
He turns around to face her again, a tight frown but a certain kind of sadness in his eyes, he has to control his breathing before he speaks again, and his voice sounds so...decimated, yet his words are so down to the earth that he seems to be so afraid of that she truly believes him when he says:
“I promise.”
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