CSI

Afterwards

SoulofaDragonfly

Summery: Post Fannysmackin'. What if Greg hadn't run over the kid that was going to run over the kid who was going to through a rock through his windshield. And why did it take the cops so long to get there in time?

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI.

Chapter 1: The Mob

Greg was heading over to the new scene, when he saw the mob in the alley kicking an innocent victim. He grabbed his radio, and pressed the button.

"There's a man down, in an alley near Freemont. Repeat, there's a man down." (I just made Freemont up, as I don't remember what the street's name was.)

"Sir? We're sending someone over now." The rest of the conversation Greg didn't remember, except for inwardly cursing the slowness of the police. He saw that the man in the alley was slowly dying, and he quickly made a decision. He turned his truck into the alleyway and drove ever so slowly through it. He honked his horn, and the mob turned to him. He saw that it was kids kicking the helpless man. Shocked, he just sat there for a minute, him and the kid staring at each other. The kid seemed surprised that Greg was there. Then, he jumped in surprise and fear when the back window broke. He heard yells and screams of delight, and suddenly, his window broke and he found himself being pulled out of the vehicale. (I don't remember what kind it was either.) He fought long and hard. He was dimly aware that the kid he'd seen was trying to protect him, but the others shoved the kid away. Greg felt them kick his side, and punch his face. The man near him groaned in agony, but didn't say anything. Greg soon felt that sleep would be the best thing for him, and closed his eyes from the pain.

Greg dimly heard cars pulling up, and soon felt hands on him. He tried to fight them, but he heard a familiar voice, Sophia's, say,

"Greg, it's alright. They're here to help you. Just stay still." Soon they left him, telling him not to move. He couldn't move even if he tried. Soon, he smelled Sara's familiar scent, and knew that she was by his side.

"Sara." He whispered.

"I thought you couldn't see me." She said. He knew that she was close to tears.

"I could smell that Sidle Scent anywhere." He said, desperately wanting to open his eyes to see her. He remained quite still.

"I'll take that as a compliment." The rest of the conversation passed in a blur. He remembered telling her to process the scene and his vest…and something about his car being all scratched up to hell. Then, he fell asleep.

Greg next woke to a warm bed, and seeing white. At least through one eye.

"Hey, Greg. How are you?" It was Grissom. He was with Catherine, Warrick, Sara, Nick, Brass, Dr. Robins, Archie, and Sophia. He shifted his weight and grimaced slightly.

"Better than ever." He lied. He looked at them. "What's going on with the case? Is the other man still alive?" He asked. They all looked at him.

"The other man is still alive, and so is the kid who tried to protect you. The parents might want to thank you later, as well as the man." Grissom answered. "He said that he wanted to shake your hand."

"You're a hero, Greg." Catherine said. "You saved two people."

"Did I?" Greg wondered aloud. "I only remember saving one. The kid who got hurt was trying to stop them from hurting me." Greg saw them look at each other. Then, without warning, Grissom's phone rang. He answered it, and then closed it.

"That was Ecklie. He said that we've got the people who were there. Or at least one of them." Grissom said. "Whose coming with me?"

"I will." Sophia, Archie, and Catherine said. They looked at Greg. "Get better soon." They said. Greg smiled, or tried to.

"Don't get angry at them. Their just kids." He said. They nodded, and left. Grissom, last to leave.

The team left Greg about an hour later, all of them promising a party once he got back. Greg had nodded, and then went to sleep after they had left.

He woke later to another visitor, the man he had saved. His name was Jack Higgins. (I also don't remember what his original name is. I just made it up.)

"Hey!" He said. He was in a wheel chair. Greg was walking around, trying to get some engery going. "I want to thank you for saving my life. That was a brave thing you did." He held out his good hand and Greg shook it.

"If you want to talk more, I'm having a barbeque sometime at my house. Feel free to come over. Telephone's 555-6565." He handed a slip of paper to Greg. "Once again, thanks. I don't think that I'll ever be able to thank you enough."

With that, he was wheeled out of the room by a nurse, who smiled at Greg as they left. After he had left, Greg thought for a while, and then went back to bed.

That was the first chapter. I would greatly appreaciate reviews from those who read it. More after the weekend. It might have to wait till Wensday, if I can't get to a school's computer. Thanks for reading,

SoulofaDragonfly.