Chapter 1

The lab, as usual, was very busy. Everyone was working their butts off, especially Grissom. As head of the shift he was in charge of everything. What people were doing, what they weren't doing, and why. But unlike any other day one person in particular wasn't Mr. Sunshine like usual at the very least.

His hair was the same, that was for sure, but the attitude changed. He was grumpy, rude, and messy. His lab coat clutched to his body tightly as he walked in from the rain, unusual for this time of year.

From the start Grissom was suspicious, but with the lab being the way it was he was never around to ask him if he was alright.

Greg wasn't alright.

"Greg I need you to store these for me," the Texas accent had caught the young man off guard as he stared wearily at the tall man in front of him.

"Do it yourself!" Greg snapped this time catching Nick of his guard. The stunned expression lasted a second before the CSI snapped back.

"It's your job Greg! Now take these samples and store them till I get a match! God Greg! What the fuck is wrong with you?" Nick growled. Greg just sat there as if nothing had happened before snatching the sample from the Texans hands.

"Whatever," he murmured before storing the samples that were needed. Nick walked of mumbling words unkind to the human ear. Not only did it not stop there, but towards other people. One of those people happened to be called by the name of Catherine. Messing with Catherine was like messing with a pack of wolves.

You wouldn't live to see another day.

Unlike Nick's evidence, Catherine's needed to have results right then and there. Walking into Greg's 'office' she handed Greg the evidence without a word. Raising an eyebrow he looked at her emotionless.

"And what is it that you want me to do with this?" He snapped. Catherine took no hint that he was in a bad mood.

"Well examine it of course," she said in a innocent Catherine tone. Greg only raised his other eyebrow in response before handing it back to her.

"I think not," he said, turning his chair around to do the work he was doing before, absolutely nothing.

Catherine's blood boiled. She turned Greg's chair to look at her square in the eye. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out she was furious. Greg acted as if he didn't notice this and remained emotionless.

"You are the lab tech. You take care of this shit it is not my job to do this for you. I will get Grissom on your ass if you don't change your damned attitude," her voice blared letting everyone in the lab know she was talking to Greg. But Greg showed no sign that he cared.

"No," was his final answer. Catherine stormed off towards Grissom's office. Greg just sat there as if Catherine wasn't in there in the first place.

Sara was the same way. She would bite your head off if you yelled at her. But today she was in a particularly good mood. Not long after Catherine had talked to Greg he had walked silently towards the break room.

Sara and Warrick were in this room as well. They had been working on a case involving the murder of a young thirteen year old girl. Sara had some coffee, a sandwich, and an apple. Warrick had a Pepsi, some chicken, and French fries.

Sara looked distastefully at the chicken that lay in front of her. Warrick caught unto this and smirked.

Holding the chicken up to her he asked, "Want some?" Sara chuckled lightly before responding with a no. Sara tried to get up to throw some trash in the garbage before she tripped on the chair. Being able to control herself from falling the coffee in her hand seemed to have a mind of its own. Greg happened to be behind Sara when this unfortunate event happened and the coffee spilled all over his jacket.

He growled loudly at the surprised Sara as she picked up some of her napkins and dabbed the coffee from his jacket.

"Sorry Greg. I am so sorry," she said quickening her pace at dabbing. Greg, angry, smacked her hands from the dabbing letting the napkins fly in every direction.

"You better be sorry!" He snapped his hand rose in the air. Sara stared at him questionably at the fact he would hit her. Warrick, who had controlled himself from his hysteria laughs, had done the same.

"Yo man! What's wrong with you!" Asked Warrick, rising from the table. Greg just kept his eyes on Sara.

"I would like to ask you the same thing," came another voice from behind him. Warrick, Sara, and eventually Greg looked to see the mysterious voice. It was Grissom and Catherine lurked behind him.

"My office, Greg. Now," Grissom sternly said before walking towards his office. Greg, reluctantly, did the same only to scowl. Shutting the door behind him he looked at the older man before him.

"Sit," Grissom said taking his glasses off. Greg grumbled before doing this task.

"What is wrong with you Greg? You refuse to do you job with both Catherine and Nick and then almost hit Sara. What is wrong with you," he repeated. Greg just looked at him.

"Yes you would be protective of your little bitch Sara," he said letting a slow smirk devour his face. Grissom, furious on the inside, kept his cool.

"You're on suspension, Greg. Two weeks. I don't want to see or hear from you till then," he said coolly. Greg only stared emotionless at him like he had done to Catherine.

"How about you just fire me? Then you and the lab don't have to see my face again and then your dogs of CSIs don't have to deal with me and I don't have to see your damned face anymore because you don't even know how to do your job. Eckle's right. You aren't fit for your job," yelled Greg.

It was the last straw for Grissom. He only nodded his head and looked up to the young man in front of him.

"Then you're fired," he said calmly before Greg opened the door and to leave slamming it on his way out.

"If that is how you feel," Grissom said under his breath.