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He knew he shouldn't, he knew it was wrong. So why was he doing it? He tied the rubber glove around his upper arm as tight as he could. Crying, he filled the syringe with the colorless liquid, as he looked for a vain on his arm. He found a large vain right under the glove, tears streaming down his face he stuck the needle in it. A few seconds later he pulled it out, and hid the vile and threw the glove and syringe away. Why was he doing this?

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Nothing yet. Was it too small of dose, or even the wrong drug. Why wasn't he feeling any different than he had before. Other than his hands shaking, there was nothing happening to him. It had been twenty minutes since the first dose was taken, 60 milligrams, was it too little, or was he just immune? Either way there was nothing happening to him. Maybe he had to wait a little longer, well then he would.

Why did he administer it into himself, what had come over him to want to do this, much less pull through? He didn't know himself so how would he explain if he got caught? He didn't even know the story to tell himself why he was hurting himself. It made no sense, not even for a second, not even while he was doing it.

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Shift was starting soon, and no one had seen the lab rat, Greg, usually he would have gone straight to the break room only to be grilled about giving the team some Blue Hawaiian coffee, almost everyday he gave in, there were those days when he was in a bad mood because he had, had to pull a triple. Sending Nick to look for him, the rest of the crew went to look for the coffee.

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Nick went right to Greg's lab, only to find Greg staring off in to space with his hands violently shaking, more so than after the lab had blown sending Greg through the window for a wall. Greg looked fine, other than the shaking, but there was something off, something not right about the young man's appearance. Maybe cause his hair was down when it was usually up, his clothes were downright depressing, or because he had a vacant stare rather than his usual smile.

He wasn't sure if he should walk up to Greg or just sit there and wait for him to move, so he just shot the stars and walked up to him, sitting in front of him he started talking, "Hey Greggo." Nick spoke to Greg in his Texan drawl, not getting any movement out of him he tried again, "Where was our coffee this mornin'?"

Greg continued staring right through Nick as though he was searching for something, but couldn't find it. It wasn't like Greg, normally he would have come up with some cheesy sarcastic remark, but he didn't even move his eyes to acknowledge Nick.

Worried Nick tried again, "Hey man, Cat found your supply, you might want to go move it again." Nick wasn't even fazing Greg, something must have happened to Greg, someone hurt him, something happened. Whatever it was it was worrying Nick to the grave. What if Greg stayed like this? If there was no way of saving him and he would forever stare blankly at a wall searching for that lost item, that would never be found?

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Catherine and Sara sat in the break room still awaiting Nick's return with Greg, but it wasn't appearing to be happening, now not only was Greg missing so was Nick. Both women sat in silence fearing that if they spoke they might miss something. They were both unaware of what Nick was doing, both unaware that the person that was missing wasn't missing physically but mentally. Greg was gone, his mind somewhere else, out of his body.

"Cat, Sara?" Gil Grissom walked in to the room holding a file and was reading it rather than staring at them, "Nick, Greg?" No reply, "Where are Nick and Greg?"

"We don't know Grissom. Greg was missing so Nick went to see if he was in the lab because he had pulled another double or something, but he never came back." Sara frowned as she stared at her uncaring boss, who looked disgusted at them.

"Well then one of you go look in the lab." He glared at Sara who stood up and walked out of the room.

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Upon arrival at the lab Sara noticed Nick sitting in front of Greg talking, but Greg not responding or moving, "G. Come on man. Don't do this to me!" Nick yelled at Greg who continued being unobservant and oblivious.

Sara stood in the door way for twenty minutes, listening to Nick yell at Greg, before, "Hey Nick." Greg woke up and looked at Nick confused, before he had blinked there was no one in front of him, then he blinked and there was Nick, "When did you show up."

Sara noticed that his hands were violently shaking, not only his hands but his legs as well, Greg had been getting weirder, not like weird for a normal human being, but weird for Greg. His clothing was losing the color and his smile was losing it's shine, hell there wasn't even a smile anymore, maybe something had happened, why hadn't she asked him before? She just hadn't noticed before.

There had to be something wrong with Greg he was never depressed like this, he was always happy, and such things that did not belong in a place with death. But he could have been dead, there was no emotion in his face, or his voice, he was going to end up like her. No life outside the lab, and every time someone tries to get close to him he'd push them away. She didn't want that for him, she wanted him to stay like he was before. But that Greg was gone. Gone for good, and there was nothing she could do about it.

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"Nick, Greg. Nice of you to join us." Grissom growled at the men, "I told you we would have to start early if we wanted to finish this case, but now we're an hour behind. Greg you're staying in the lab for this one, the rest of us will be solving a mass murder down town."

Greg shrugged his shoulders and walked back to the lab, head down and slouched. No one noticing he could barely stay up right with all the shaking his legs were doing. 90 minutes after he had taken the first dose and there was nothing happening.

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About an nine hours later Nick walked into the lab not to see Greg but to see about a thousand or more empty water bottles scattered about, "Greg I came to ask you if you wanted to get anythin to eat. Do you?" Nick started picking up some of the bottles off the floor.

"Yeah whatever, better than sitting here." Greg replied in a monotone manner, that was the only way Nick could tell that Greg was still there, his face was blank, plastered over, his eyes vacant. It scared Nick, the shaking hadn't gotten better, worse if anything.

"What's with all the wat-" Nick started.

"Nothing, dry mouth." More monotone talking, as he packed up his bag. As he was walking out the door he just collapsed on to Nick, his legs wouldn't carry him, the shaking was too violent. He wasn't sturdy enough to be going to breakfast, but Greg wasn't going to let that stop him. He wanted to see everyone before he got to strong on the LSD, he wanted to say his goodbyes. If tomorrow's dose wasn't enough he would have to change, or just give it to himself in much larger quantities. There was nothing Nick could do to stop him, so unwillingly Nick helped Greg to the car. Greg wouldn't let Nick take him to the hospital so he had no choice but to go to breakfast.

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"Hey Greg, Nick" Catherine smiled as Nick helped Greg into the booth, "What's wrong with Greg?"

"Nothing." Greg said defensively, "My legs, just asleep, I guess." At least there had been some emotion in his voice, no matter how negative it had been, it was there.

During breakfast there was no more mention of Greg's legs and the lack of the ability to walk, what worried them more is that throughout the entire meal he had 20 bottles of water, but no food to go with it. There was his third symptom, were they too stupid to notice, or did they just not care? Three, obvious ones, big ones, but no one said a single word to him, or tried to force him to eat, or tell the waitress not to give him another water bottle.

Tremors. Well they were more than Tremors but he had those.

Dry mouth. That would explain why he was drinking so fucking much water.

Lack of hunger. He hadn't eaten anything since dinner, yet he was still full.