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(Never) Too Late
1 ReviewsSong-fic set to Never Too Late by Three Days Grace. N/G slash. Nothin' belongs to me, doin' it all for free.
This world will never be
What I expected
Nick stared in silence, watching the crying mother as she realized the body on the slab was her daughter. She was only sixteen, and dead. So Nick stood, watched. And waited for the confrontation.
And if I don't belong
Who would have guessed it
The woman barged from the morgue, and Nick followed, "Excuse me, ma'am? I'm really sorry for your loss, but you'll have to answer some questions."
"Sorry? You're sorry? My daughter's dead! She's dead! How could you say sorry? It's your fault!"
Nick looked in shock at the woman, "My fault?" He choked out. How could it be his fault?
"Well of course it is! This is that serial killer, isn't it? He did this. If you had done your job, he couldn't have done this. You shouldn't even be here if all you're going to do is screw up and allow innocent girls like that get killed! And I'm going. I'd rather speak to that Willows woman, thank you. She actually looked sorry. Good day Mr. Stokes, and good luck."
The woman left and Nick sighed. Didn't belong. He knew everyone had their thoughts, but that was harsh.
I will not leave alone
Everything that I own
To make you feel like it's not too late
"G', you home?" Nick called into the darkness. Maybe Greg was asleep.
"Nicky?" A whisper came from the couch.
He guessed wrong.
"Greg, what are you doin'? It's pitch dark, man."
"I know. The dark's better."
"Come on, man. If you had a tough case, sleep it off."
"Tough case? The kid was burned alive, Nicky! Burned. And he was only five."
"Oh god, baby. I didn't mean it like that. I just meant, everyone has a case that gets to them. You'll get used to it,"
Nick replied, sitting beside his boyfriend and hugging him.
"Yeah, but... It's hard, you know?"
"Look, you give up on bein' CSI, I'd hafta to. And I'm not quittin' 'cause 'a you," Nick laughed.
"I'm not gonna quit, okay? It's just hard."
"I know."
But Greg was already asleep. Nick gently picked him up and carried him to their room. Some day Greg would be okay. It was just... Hard. And Nick fell asleep, arms wrapped around the younger man, protectively almost.
It's never too late
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Two months later...
Even if I say
It'll be alright
"Greg, stop it! It'll be fine, okay? Just, please, don't do anything stupid, please," Nick begged.
Greg had gotten the night off because Grissom thought he needed to relieve stress and pressure. Three times the previous week Greg had broken down at a crime scene. Ecklie was on his ass do get DNA results for day shift, and Nick was on his case about them dating being a secret. He couldn't handle all the pressure from everyone and Grissom had to threaten to fire him to get him to stay home, and now he was calling Nick, crying and mumbling jumbled words into the phone.
Still I hear you say
You want to end your life
"I've got pills and I'll take them all," Were the first words Nick understood. He wished it weren't like that, though.
"Greg, please. Don't do it, it'll be okay, baby, it'll be okay."
"No, it won't. Not with me here. Goodbye Nick. I love you."
The line went dead. Nick's body went numb. The phone crashed to the floor.
Now and again we try
To just stay alive
Nick barreled into his house, nearly flying into a wall. But Greg was all that mattered. Not him.
"GREG!" He yelled but received no answer. Panicking, he checked every room but found no sign of his boyfriend. Then he heard something move in their bedroom closet. Why the hell was Greg in there? Not really caring, he threw the door open and found Greg huddled inside.
"Weren't sposed ta find me," Greg murmured, his eyelids drooping.
"Greg, baby, I need you stay awake, I need you here. Keep talkin', okay? Just don't go to sleep. Please."
"So tired... can't... gotta sleep..."
"No. No, you're not. You're going to stay awake because I won't let you die, I can't. Please, just keep talkin', baby. Don't die on me, I need you. Please, talk to me," Nick begged, taking hold of Greg and hugging him in his arms.
"I-I can't Nicky. I'm too tired."
"You remember Vicky?"
"Y-yeah. She was nice. Cute puppy. What happened to her?"
"She went back to Texas."
"Oh. Can she come visit again?"
"Sure baby, but you have to stay awake."
"I can't. I'm sorry Nick. I love you."
And Greg's eyes shut as he lost the fight for consciousness.
Nick started crying as he fumbled in his pocket for his phone, but remembered he'd left it at the lab, broken on the floor. He cursed himself as he grabbed the phone off the nightstand and dialed 9-1-1.
CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI
Maybe we'll turn it around
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late
Nick stared at Greg, praying to God he'd wake up. He didn't know what he would do without the younger man. He'd do anything to turn back time and tell Greg it was never too late. Never too late to try, to live, to move on past all difficulties. No matter how bad they were.
This side reflected
And if there's something wrong
Who would have guessed it
Nick had never felt this way about anyone before. He loved Greg and cried for his life. So much was wrong, but so little was known. No one had known about him and Greg, and now. Now Greg was on the brink of death and it all came out so fast, no one understood what he was saying. How could they? Greg was dying, something was terribly wrong, and they had no clue about anything.
"Greg'sdyingalmostdead...Killhimselfalmost... Ilovehimyougottahelp. GottahelphimmeIlovehim," All escaped Nick's mouth in a matter of seconds and everyone gaped at him.
"What?" Warrick asked, confused.
"I- I. Greg tried to kill himself. He almost died! And I love him, please. You- you gotta help. I love him," Nick answered.
"Greg what?" Sara gasped.
"You an' him are dating?" Warrick asked.
"That's not what's important," Catherine scolded.
"Is he going to be okay?"
"I don't know. The doctor's aren't sure if he'll wake up."
"Oh god," Catherine gasped and started crying.
Now they knew. Now they understood. But Nick didn't know if he ever would. All he wanted to know was why. Why Greg? Why do it? Why won't he wake up? Why, why, why.
And I have left alone
Everything that I own
Nick never went to work. He sat by Greg's side for a week straight before the doctor's kicked him out, telling him to go home, sleep. Shower. Change, and eat. And he wanted to, but he couldn't leave Greg. What if he woke up and Nick wasn't there? Would he think he didn't care? But Warrick came and convinced him to go. Nick did but was back in an hour. All he did was shower and change. He had to be with Greg. Couldn't leave his side. Ever.
To make you feel like
It's not too late
"Please baby, wake up. I can't go on without you. You have to wake up. Please, it's not to late to live. You can do this, please. All you have to do is wake up. I know you can. Wake up," Nick said as he held Greg's hand, tears falling down his face.
It's never too late
Greg stirred and Nick held in his breath.
"N-Nick?"
"Oh god baby, I didn't think you'd ever wake up."
Even if I say
It'll be alright
"But it's okay now. You're okay. I mean, you're alive," Nick rushed out, tears falling freely.
Still I hear you say
You wanna end your life
"You shoulda let me die."
Now and again we try
To just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it around
"No G', don't say that. I'd never do that, you know that. I love you. And we're gonna get through this. Together. We'll make things okay."
Then the nurses came and kicked Nick out.
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late
Greg soon got of the hospital. But he didn't want to go home. Not with Nick, "You're just doin' this 'cause you feel sorry for me. I don't need pitying." He accused Nick.
"It's not pity, Greg. I love you."
The world we know
Won't come back
"It's not like it was, Nick. I can't do this. I need to be alone. By myself.
Then Greg took his things and left.
The time we've lost
Can't get back
"Please, baby, don't do this," Nick begged next night at work.
"We can fix this. Get back all our lost time. We can go on holiday. Hell, we can run away together."
"Don't you get it Nick?"
The life we had
Won't beat us again
"It's over. I wanna be alone. I need to be alone. You can't beat this. I'm gone."
This world will never be
What I expected
And if I don't belong
Why had he done it? Greg didn't know. All he knew was he couldn't be alone. So he'd lied. But he couldn't do it. Why had Nick let him live when he didn't want to? 'It'll be okay.' Yeah right. Only one thing could make everything right. And Greg knew what that was.
Even if I say
It'll be alright
Still I hear you say
You want to end your life
Now and again we try
To just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it around
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late
Maybe we'll turn it around
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late (It's never too late)
It's not too late
It's never too late
When Nick found Greg's body, he didn't cry. He wanted to, but couldn't. He should have fought Greg, protected him. Prevented this. Now he stared at Greg's lifeless body, blood pooled underneath, wanting nothing but to hold Greg again. But it wasn't possible. It was too late.
What I expected
Nick stared in silence, watching the crying mother as she realized the body on the slab was her daughter. She was only sixteen, and dead. So Nick stood, watched. And waited for the confrontation.
And if I don't belong
Who would have guessed it
The woman barged from the morgue, and Nick followed, "Excuse me, ma'am? I'm really sorry for your loss, but you'll have to answer some questions."
"Sorry? You're sorry? My daughter's dead! She's dead! How could you say sorry? It's your fault!"
Nick looked in shock at the woman, "My fault?" He choked out. How could it be his fault?
"Well of course it is! This is that serial killer, isn't it? He did this. If you had done your job, he couldn't have done this. You shouldn't even be here if all you're going to do is screw up and allow innocent girls like that get killed! And I'm going. I'd rather speak to that Willows woman, thank you. She actually looked sorry. Good day Mr. Stokes, and good luck."
The woman left and Nick sighed. Didn't belong. He knew everyone had their thoughts, but that was harsh.
I will not leave alone
Everything that I own
To make you feel like it's not too late
"G', you home?" Nick called into the darkness. Maybe Greg was asleep.
"Nicky?" A whisper came from the couch.
He guessed wrong.
"Greg, what are you doin'? It's pitch dark, man."
"I know. The dark's better."
"Come on, man. If you had a tough case, sleep it off."
"Tough case? The kid was burned alive, Nicky! Burned. And he was only five."
"Oh god, baby. I didn't mean it like that. I just meant, everyone has a case that gets to them. You'll get used to it,"
Nick replied, sitting beside his boyfriend and hugging him.
"Yeah, but... It's hard, you know?"
"Look, you give up on bein' CSI, I'd hafta to. And I'm not quittin' 'cause 'a you," Nick laughed.
"I'm not gonna quit, okay? It's just hard."
"I know."
But Greg was already asleep. Nick gently picked him up and carried him to their room. Some day Greg would be okay. It was just... Hard. And Nick fell asleep, arms wrapped around the younger man, protectively almost.
It's never too late
CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI
Two months later...
Even if I say
It'll be alright
"Greg, stop it! It'll be fine, okay? Just, please, don't do anything stupid, please," Nick begged.
Greg had gotten the night off because Grissom thought he needed to relieve stress and pressure. Three times the previous week Greg had broken down at a crime scene. Ecklie was on his ass do get DNA results for day shift, and Nick was on his case about them dating being a secret. He couldn't handle all the pressure from everyone and Grissom had to threaten to fire him to get him to stay home, and now he was calling Nick, crying and mumbling jumbled words into the phone.
Still I hear you say
You want to end your life
"I've got pills and I'll take them all," Were the first words Nick understood. He wished it weren't like that, though.
"Greg, please. Don't do it, it'll be okay, baby, it'll be okay."
"No, it won't. Not with me here. Goodbye Nick. I love you."
The line went dead. Nick's body went numb. The phone crashed to the floor.
Now and again we try
To just stay alive
Nick barreled into his house, nearly flying into a wall. But Greg was all that mattered. Not him.
"GREG!" He yelled but received no answer. Panicking, he checked every room but found no sign of his boyfriend. Then he heard something move in their bedroom closet. Why the hell was Greg in there? Not really caring, he threw the door open and found Greg huddled inside.
"Weren't sposed ta find me," Greg murmured, his eyelids drooping.
"Greg, baby, I need you stay awake, I need you here. Keep talkin', okay? Just don't go to sleep. Please."
"So tired... can't... gotta sleep..."
"No. No, you're not. You're going to stay awake because I won't let you die, I can't. Please, just keep talkin', baby. Don't die on me, I need you. Please, talk to me," Nick begged, taking hold of Greg and hugging him in his arms.
"I-I can't Nicky. I'm too tired."
"You remember Vicky?"
"Y-yeah. She was nice. Cute puppy. What happened to her?"
"She went back to Texas."
"Oh. Can she come visit again?"
"Sure baby, but you have to stay awake."
"I can't. I'm sorry Nick. I love you."
And Greg's eyes shut as he lost the fight for consciousness.
Nick started crying as he fumbled in his pocket for his phone, but remembered he'd left it at the lab, broken on the floor. He cursed himself as he grabbed the phone off the nightstand and dialed 9-1-1.
CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI CSI
Maybe we'll turn it around
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late
Nick stared at Greg, praying to God he'd wake up. He didn't know what he would do without the younger man. He'd do anything to turn back time and tell Greg it was never too late. Never too late to try, to live, to move on past all difficulties. No matter how bad they were.
This side reflected
And if there's something wrong
Who would have guessed it
Nick had never felt this way about anyone before. He loved Greg and cried for his life. So much was wrong, but so little was known. No one had known about him and Greg, and now. Now Greg was on the brink of death and it all came out so fast, no one understood what he was saying. How could they? Greg was dying, something was terribly wrong, and they had no clue about anything.
"Greg'sdyingalmostdead...Killhimselfalmost... Ilovehimyougottahelp. GottahelphimmeIlovehim," All escaped Nick's mouth in a matter of seconds and everyone gaped at him.
"What?" Warrick asked, confused.
"I- I. Greg tried to kill himself. He almost died! And I love him, please. You- you gotta help. I love him," Nick answered.
"Greg what?" Sara gasped.
"You an' him are dating?" Warrick asked.
"That's not what's important," Catherine scolded.
"Is he going to be okay?"
"I don't know. The doctor's aren't sure if he'll wake up."
"Oh god," Catherine gasped and started crying.
Now they knew. Now they understood. But Nick didn't know if he ever would. All he wanted to know was why. Why Greg? Why do it? Why won't he wake up? Why, why, why.
And I have left alone
Everything that I own
Nick never went to work. He sat by Greg's side for a week straight before the doctor's kicked him out, telling him to go home, sleep. Shower. Change, and eat. And he wanted to, but he couldn't leave Greg. What if he woke up and Nick wasn't there? Would he think he didn't care? But Warrick came and convinced him to go. Nick did but was back in an hour. All he did was shower and change. He had to be with Greg. Couldn't leave his side. Ever.
To make you feel like
It's not too late
"Please baby, wake up. I can't go on without you. You have to wake up. Please, it's not to late to live. You can do this, please. All you have to do is wake up. I know you can. Wake up," Nick said as he held Greg's hand, tears falling down his face.
It's never too late
Greg stirred and Nick held in his breath.
"N-Nick?"
"Oh god baby, I didn't think you'd ever wake up."
Even if I say
It'll be alright
"But it's okay now. You're okay. I mean, you're alive," Nick rushed out, tears falling freely.
Still I hear you say
You wanna end your life
"You shoulda let me die."
Now and again we try
To just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it around
"No G', don't say that. I'd never do that, you know that. I love you. And we're gonna get through this. Together. We'll make things okay."
Then the nurses came and kicked Nick out.
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late
Greg soon got of the hospital. But he didn't want to go home. Not with Nick, "You're just doin' this 'cause you feel sorry for me. I don't need pitying." He accused Nick.
"It's not pity, Greg. I love you."
The world we know
Won't come back
"It's not like it was, Nick. I can't do this. I need to be alone. By myself.
Then Greg took his things and left.
The time we've lost
Can't get back
"Please, baby, don't do this," Nick begged next night at work.
"We can fix this. Get back all our lost time. We can go on holiday. Hell, we can run away together."
"Don't you get it Nick?"
The life we had
Won't beat us again
"It's over. I wanna be alone. I need to be alone. You can't beat this. I'm gone."
This world will never be
What I expected
And if I don't belong
Why had he done it? Greg didn't know. All he knew was he couldn't be alone. So he'd lied. But he couldn't do it. Why had Nick let him live when he didn't want to? 'It'll be okay.' Yeah right. Only one thing could make everything right. And Greg knew what that was.
Even if I say
It'll be alright
Still I hear you say
You want to end your life
Now and again we try
To just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it around
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late
Maybe we'll turn it around
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late (It's never too late)
It's not too late
It's never too late
When Nick found Greg's body, he didn't cry. He wanted to, but couldn't. He should have fought Greg, protected him. Prevented this. Now he stared at Greg's lifeless body, blood pooled underneath, wanting nothing but to hold Greg again. But it wasn't possible. It was too late.
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