Disclaimer: No, I don't own anything that has to do with CSI. And although I very much wish I could be, I am unfortunately not married to Eric Szmanda (Greg Sanders, on the show), I am not.
A/n: Wow, well, it's my very first CSI fic. And since it's super short, it's really more "random drabble" than a "fic", lol. There was an episode recently (ok, before Christmas - not really that recent) of which I do not know the title of. In it, there were several horrible gang beatings, and Greg became a victim when he attempted to save someone else. This little piece takes place from the moment Sarah arrives on the scene (after the medics and everything have arrived and are taking care of things). One more thing: there are no ships/romance in here. It is all purely platonic/friendship-ness.
"Why is there no medic on Greg?" Sarah demanded.
"He's been stabilized, Sarah. He's going to be fine." Sofia said calmly.
Sarah pushed past the other officers on the scene to get to Greg. As she neared him, her throat closed up with emotion at the sight of her friend laying there on the cold pavement, terribly bruised and bloody. She knelt beside him and reached out to gently touch him.
"Sarah…" he said faintly.
She smiled a little through the tears welling up in her eyes. "How'd you know it was me?"
"I recognized your subtle scent." Greg joked raspily.
Sarah fought not to cry, the sight of how badly hurt Greg was truly overwhelming her. "I'll take that as a compliment." She managed to say.
Why him? She thought. Why someone I know, and care for?
Every case was different, and many made it difficult for her to control her emotions. But all those cases put together had nothing on the intense emotion she felt when it was one of her team. One of her dear friends.
When Nick had been kidnapped and buried alive, she ate barely anything and hardly slept until he was found, and back safe and sound. Just recently, when Katherine's daughter had been abducted (though rescued) and her father shot, Sarah had gone home after it'd all been more or less sorted out and shed some tears for her friend. And now, here was Greg, purple, red, and yellow, barely speaking, barely conscious, swollen so badly it was hard to recognize him.
She fiercely blinked back her tears and tried to focus on what Greg was saying.
Not here. She thought. Be strong. Be strong because he can't be right now.
Sarah gave Greg's shoulder a little squeeze to reassure him and not cause him further pain. Silently she told him, It's ok, buddy. I'm here now and you – we are going to get through this alright.
A/n: Well, I did tell you it was short. Anyways, again, as this is my very first CSI... thing, lol, I would very much appreciate any and ALL feedback. Thanks:)