Friends First
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Author's Note: I hope you enjoy this new GregSara fic. Spoilers for No Humans Involved and Nesting Dolls.
Chapter 1:
Sara sat in the locker room with her head in her hands. Silent tears ran down her cheeks as she recalled every minute of the last case. Devon Malton and his brothers, Kevin and Raymond, were just more forgotten children abandoned by the foster care system. Only in this case, one little boy lost his life and two almost did. Life isn't fair to come people. Devon was only five, he should have been able to grow up happy, not shoved in a trash can!
Suddenly someone came into the room. Sara wiped her eyes quickly and lifted her head. It was Greg.
"Hey Sara," he greeted her cheerfully, in a way Sara couldn't understand after a case like this. Greg then noticed Sara had been crying and sat down beside her. "Case tough on you Sar," he asked quietly, putting his arm around her.
"You have no idea," Sara whispered, her voice cracking as she tried to hold back her tears. She looked at him and asked, "how come you're fine?"
"Well," Greg started, unused to this side of Sara. "We got the bad guy, or girl really, and two little boys are safe." He could see this didn't really help Sara. "How come you're so upset?" He smiled at her, "You usually just move on to the next case, no problem."
Sara was quiet for a few minutes, trying to decide whether to tell Greg or not. No one in the lab knew, not even Grissom, but Greg was being so supportive, and sweet.
"You sure you want to know?" Sara asked quietly. Greg nodded, although he was now a little nervous.
"I was put in foster care when I was ten," Sara whispered, looking down at her hands.
"Why?" Greg asked surprised at what Sara was telling him. She looked at him with a look in he eyes he'd never seen before, shame.
"My parents fought all the time. I spent so much time in the Emergency Roo watching my mom get patched up from the beatings my father gave her. I thought that was the way everyone lived." Sara was no longer crying, only staring at the lockers blankly. "One day, my mom decided she had enough, so she stabbed him to death."
Greg tried to absorb what Sara was telling him, when she looked at him.
"Do you think there's a murder gene?" Greg didn't say anything only pulled her into his arms. Sara started sobbing and they just sat in the locker room for what seemed like hours until Sara's sobs quieted.
"Come on," Greg said standing and pulling Sara to her feet. "Let's get out of here." Sara grabbed her bag and followed him, never letting go of the death grip she had on his hand.