Author's Note: Hi guys! Just a lil' one shot about Greggo and the James incident.
Summary: Nick finds Greg in his hospital room after he sees the James family mourning over the death of thier son. Post Fannysmakin'
Spoilers for Fannysmakin'
Disclaimer: If I owned CSI Griley would be official by now.
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Your eyes are blank and empty as you look up at me.
He's dead
Your words are as emotionless as your eyes.
I'm sorry.
You nod.
I killed him.
I don't know what to say. I say nothing.
You take it as an affirmative.
I killed him.
I finally know what to say. I sit down on the edge of your bed so that I am eye level with you.
You may have killed him, but it wasn't your fault.
I manage to maintain eye contact, even as pain and guilt cast over you. I can see it in your eyes. They aren't blank anymore.
But it is! I hit him! I killed him! Me! It's nobody's fault but me!
Your voice is too shrill, too desperate. I curl my hands into fist to resist covering my ears.
No Greg. You had no could have left them to kill Stanly Tanner, or you could have let him stone you, and kill the victim. Or you could do what you did.
You simply stare and I realize that I haven't convinced you yet.
They say the decision to end life is in the hands of God. But I'm not so sure anymore. This time he left it in your hands. You had to choose who made it out that night. And no matter what happened someone was going to die. You couldn't stop that. But you had to choose who, and its breaking you.
Your eyes aren't blank, but I still can't read them.
God doesn't exist.
Damn
I smile wryly, and you look almost scared. I don't know why, but I stop smiling anyway.
God does exist. He's just damn cruel.
I swallow hard. I can see the struggle behind your eyes, but, unfortunately, I don't know what it's about. You're stuck in a limbo and I don't know where you'll turn. I wish I could read you better.
You start sobbing and I embrace you. I'm whispering into your ear, but I'm not sure what I'm saying. I feel your tears seep into my shirt, and I can feel your back moving in staccato bursts as you sob bitterly.
I hold you till your tears dry.
