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Summary:Greg thought it was easier to pretend he had known. Post 8x02, A La Cart.
The Lie
A lie is a statement that deviates from or perverts the truth.
He had always thought there had to be something like intention in it.
"Did Sara ever say anything to you about her and Grissom?"
Greg had not been prepared for Nick's question. He had not even looked at his friend; his gaze had followed Grissom down the road instead.
"Not in so many words."
Or rather, in no words at all.
"So you knew about the two of them?"
He had still not really looked at Nick.
"Yeah."
That would have been a 'No.' and he knew that all too well, while he continued walking down the street, leaving Nick to his disbelief after Greg had claimed he had known so matter-of-factly.
He had not intended to lie to Nick. But neither did he want Nick to know how hurt and surprised he'd been when he found out about Sara and Grissom. It was easier to pretend he had known about it all along than to discuss with Nick their sentiments about the revelation.
She had not told him. He had come to admit to himself that there were probably many things she did not tell him. He had always been open with her, open about his life, about his feelings. About his feelings to her. Even though he had tried more showing than telling in the last few years.
It hurt to learn now that he had lost her already long ago.
At the same time he felt a pang of guilt that he was even thinking this way. They had almost really lost Sara. She had almost died. How could he be so idle to feel hurt because she had not told him about her affair with Grissom? It was not important. Not important at all.
Greg also wondered why Nick was pressing the topic.
Maybe he had something to hide as well.
They had not lost her and he should be happy about it. He was happy about it, of course. But still he could not ban the feelings of loss…
He had lost her as … something that could have been.
He would probably lose her as a co-worker.
Was he losing her as a friend as well?
Were friends not people you knew well and who you trusted? How much did he know about Sara? Less than he pretended certainly.
Greg looked down at the tire-tracks on the road, and wished there was some stone he could kick away, even though Grissom would probably not appreciate it if it flew against his head or hat.
Greg chuckled.
She was his friend, damnit.