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Healing Hands

Tonight I cried the tears of the child

Who knows what fear runs deep and wild inside

But the rivers in flood tonight

'What am I so afraid of?' Greg asked himself as he sat on the roof of the crime lab. The answer was easy. He was afraid of being hurt again. He had been broken so many times. Cried so many tears. And fought so many fears. All he wanted to do was to find someone. Someone true and honest. Someone he could love. Someone who would love him back. The wind blew cold air in his face. He took a deep breath.

I lay down and the light streamed across my face

I felt the beauty of some deeper grace

And I tried

To find my way to the other side

For the past few weeks, he'd been contemplating life. Had he made the right choices? Maybe if he'd stayed in San Francisco, he'd be settled down. A studio apartment. A girlfriend. A social life. Friends. Things that he didn't have here. For the past few weeks, his attraction to Sara had surprisingly grown. Every time they looked at each other, he could feel a connection. At first, he dismissed it. Thought it was nothing. But after a few days, it was impossible to ignore. He loved Sara. But it was impossible to break through to her. She was too hung up on Grissom.

I feel your skin as smooth as silk
Drunk like a baby on his mama's milk
Take me down under the wishing tree
Lay your healing hands on me

He'd been longing to hold her. Longing to kiss her. But she never gave him a chance. Every feeble attempt to ask her out was turned down. Typical, Greg thought. Everyone saw him as Greggo. The goofy lab tech who wore bright colored shirts, stuck markers up his nose and wore rubber gloves on his head. Everyone said he loved latex. The truth is, he hated latex. The gloves were okay, but suits, they freaked him out.

Been a long time riding this deserted train
There's no messiahs out here, baby
But I found the holy grail all right
Cause I'm lying in your arms tonight
Yeah....

Well, he thought. You can't always have what you want. But it doesn't stop me from trying. Greg put out the cigarette he had been smoking. No one knew he smoked. Another one of Greg's little mysteries. He headed back towards the entrance. He had to get back to the lab before Grissom had him fired. Suddenly, his beeper went off. Grissom, he thought. It certainly was. He put the beeper in his pocket and headed back inside.

Lay your healing hands on me....

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