Greg Sanders, Professional Screw-Up

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Greg sat down and took the girl's hands in his, "I know that I love me, but you can't come with me. I have to go."

"Why?" She replied, eyebrows furrowed.

"Because, I have things to do, and I can't have you with me."

"I won't be a problem, please, let me come, I can help," She pleaded. Greg pulled her into his lap, and she layed her head on his shoulder.

"You know I love he right?" He asked. She nodded against him. "Well, sometimes the people we love have to leave, and that's what I have to do now."

Her voice started to tremble as she sat back and looked into his eyes, "Why? You don't love me anymore?" She looked dangerously close to tears, and Greg would do anything to try and stop them, but had no idea how.

"Greg?" Came a lower voice from the doorway, "What happened?!"

The girl jumped from his lap and ran to wrap an arm around her mothers leg. Sara knelt down and picked the little girl up, softly cooing, before turning back to Greg.

"What did you do?!"

"I-Nothing! I just said that I had to go!"

Sniffling by Sara's ear, the little girl pouted, "He said that he was going to leave, and he didn't love me anymore."

Sara's eyes widened, "Greg! Why would you say that to her, she's just a little girl?!"

"No, no, Sara, I have to go to a scene, and she wanted to come, but I told her she couldn't, but she- and I-" He started waving his arms around as Sara gave him a death glare over her daughter's back.

"What's going on here? Honey, why are you crying?" Came an even lower voice from behind Sara. All Greg could think was 'ohh shit.' Sara whispered something to him brfore leaving the doorway of the break room. Greg peered around Grissom to see Sara's back, and Angie's face, blowing rasberries at him. He gaped at her until Grissom spoke.

"Greg, why would you do that to Angie? She's never done anything like that to you!"

Greg scooted back in his chair, realizing that he wasn't dealing with Work Griss, but Dad Griss, and Dad Griss was willing to kill.

"Grissom, c'mon, all I said was that I had to go and she couldn't come with me!"

"Why did you have to go?"

"YOU paged me to a scene!"

"Oh, yeah, you better get over there fast, Catherine's wasiting for you."

'Damn, he switches over fast!' Greg thought.

"Right, boss." Greg was out of the room and down the hall in two seconds.

"Oh, and Greg?" Grissom called before he headed to the locker room to see if his daughter was better.

"Yeah."

"Next time, just tell her you're going to eat a big steak," he mentioned with a twinkle in his eye.

"You're kidding?'

He smiled slightly, "She hates meat." Grissom turned and walked down the hall.

Greg headed toward the door, thinking, 'How does Grissom put up with two meat-haters?"