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Set in season 10 or 11. No specific time though.
When I Look In Your Eyes.
Hospital.
Greg walked into the break room halfheartedly. He was tired... heck that was an understatement. He had absolutely no energy left. He hadn't slept in two days and coffee had lost its magic.
Regardless, he still made his Blue Hawaiian and sat on the couch. He had pulled two double shifts this week and yet he was still here. They were overbooked with cases and this was the only time he could get to relax.
He absentmindedly watched people walk by the window. He saw Hodges hurry down the hall after Sara. And Nick walked with a purpose to Catherine's office. Technically Greg should be looking at evidence right now, but he really needed to sit down for a few minutes.
He gently rested his head back on a cushion. He closed his eyes and thought. Work was never what it used to be anymore. So many people had left the team that it was feeling less and less like a team. First Sara, then Warrick died, then Grissom left, then Riley came and went. Sure, Sara came back and Ray was introduced but it wasn't the same. He was missing the normality of what the team was like a few years ago.
"Wakey, wakey." He heard Catherine say from the doorway. He smiled and opened his eyes. Sitting up, he tried to look less tired than he really was.
Catherine shifted in her spot and gave him an apologetic smile. "I promise this is your last case. Then you can go home."
"It's okay, I can stay longer if you need me." He said knowing that the amount of cases coming in was ridiculous.
"No way Greggo. Your absolutely exhausted. You have an attempted murder at the hospital. I don't have any other details besides the fact that the victim was strangled but stable at the moment." She said and gave him a tired smile before continuing. "Then you need to go home." Catherine said motherly.
"Fine. But if you need help just call me." Greg stood up and rubbed his eyes.
He smiled at Catherine as she walked to Mandy's lab. Once she was out of sight, Greg let out a sigh and put his coffee mug in the sink.
He managed to get to his car with out yawning but he gave in once inside.
Then he began the fifteen minute drive to Desert Palms hospital.
Greg parked in the closest spot possible. It was near five in the morning. He was feeling groggy but he wanted to do a good job on this case, so he tried to ignore the urge to sleep.
He walked into the hospital reluctantly. He hated hospitals. Always had, always will. He tried not to let it interfere with his job, but he couldn't help the discomfort he felt once he entered it.
Greg walked to the front desk where a woman was sitting. She had curly brown hair that was pinned back with several clips.
He asked where the patient was to which he was told "Floor three. Room 309"
The elevator was full, so he simply used the stairs. He took them one at a time in his fatigue. He hoped this would be quick.
Once on the right floor, he walked down the hallway searching the metallic room plates for the right number.
He had his kit and camera, ready to do his job. He walked casually down the hall, not rushing.
Near the end of the brightly lit hallway he spotted the right number. He knocked gently on the door before opening it.
Without looking at the patient he opened his kit in a swift movement.
But when he looked up to see the victim he froze in surprise.
"Riley?"
What happened! Hehe review to find out. :)