What you don't know
Disclaimer: I still don't own any of the CSI characters, except for Greg.... Or not. Well, I do own Taryn and Brooke.
A/N: This might be a little out of character, just a warning.
Chapter 1: I'll be there
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The phone was ringing in the distance, waking him up. He groaned in protest and reached toward it, knocking his alarm clock down.
He finally managed to grab it and pressed the talk button
"Lo" he muttered
"Greg... it's me" a voice answered
"Taryn?" he asked
"You need to come back"
"What's wrong?" he asked, concerned
"Holly's dead" she chocked out.
His heart stopped and he dropped the phone. He could hear Taryn's voice calling out his name. He got over his shock long enough to pick the phone back up.
"How?" he asked, sadly
"She was hit by a drunk driver. The car smashed into the passenger side and she was dead on impact. Brooke's okay, I was watching her. She doesn't understand why her mom's not here. That's why you need to come back. You're her legal guardian now, and you need to come get her. Holly's funeral is Saturday. Please Greg, you have to come"
He was already packing his stuff, not bothering to take a shower. He grabbed his keys and told her he was on his way. He ran out to his car, and drove to the airport as quick as he could.
The airport was crowded, considering it was almost Christmas. He ran to the counter and groaned when he saw the long line.
20 minutes later, it was his turn.
He slapped his credit card on the counter and said, "I need the soonest flight to New York"
The lady smiled at him and said, "I'm sorry sir, but all those flights are booked"
"There has to be something. Can you check again?"
She checked the computer again and said, "Sir, all flights are booked... Wait hold on. We just had a cancellation. The flight is coached and it stops in Denver, Detroit and then in New York City.
He nodded in understanding and took his ticket eagerly. His flight was taking off in 5 minutes. He glanced at his watch and noticed he was supposed to be at work in 30 minutes.
This is more important. He thought.
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Gil Grissom glanced at the clock above the table in the breakroom. Shift started 25 minutes ago, and Greg still hadn't shown up.
He had asked everyone if they knew where he was, but no one did. Nick walked by and noticed his boss staring at the clock.
"He still not here" Nick's voice broke through the silence
Grissom shook his head. Nick got out his cell phone and dialed Greg's home.
"No answer at his house and his cell is out of service," Nick stated.
"He's okay. But, maybe you and Sara or Warrick should go by his house. Just in case" he added
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Greg was shaking when he got off the airplane. He was nervous about seeing them again.
He got his bag and finally got a cab. It's been 5 years since he's been here, and everything looked the same.
Being in the cab brought back so many memories for him.
The last time he was here, he was in the cab leaving for Vegas.
5 years ago....
"I'm leaving" Greg announced. He already called a cab and packed his bags.
Holly clung on his arms and begged him to stay. "Please, I'm so sorry"
"Maybe one day I'll forgive you, but not now"
"Greg please!" she cried
"You messed up, so now it's your problem"
"You can't leave. I...I'm pregnant"
"I can't be sure it's mine. I mean you did sleep with other people besides me, right?"
End of Flashback
He heard from her again. She sent him a picture of Brooke. She looked just like him. He wanted to go back, but he couldn't. He didn't want to face her again.
The cab drove toward the familiar apartment buildings, none of them has changed. He was nervous about seeing Taryn again.
He hadn't heard from her since he left. She was part of the reason he left. Their mom and dad had just died and Taryn started using drugs. He tried helping her, but failed.
She called him a couple of times, to let him know how Brooke and Holly were doing. She told him she checked herself into rehab, and was now clean.
Taryn had been helping Holly out ever since Brooke was born.
He pulled up to her apartment and paid the driver. He grabbed his stuff out the back and headed up the stairs. Before he could ring the doorbell, Taryn had run out and was giving him a suffocating hug.
"Greg, I'm so glad you're back. I missed you so much" she cried
He gave her a squeeze and kissed her cheek and said, "Me too"
A little girl appeared in the doorway and stood shyly in the corner.
Taryn pulled away and lead the girl toward him. She had light blonde hair and dark brown eyes. She was about 4 ½ years old.
"Greg, this is Brooke"
He knelt down on one knee and said, "Hi Brooke, I'm your dad"
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A/N: Another story... I have 3 WIP's now! Well hope you liked the story. Review if you want me to continue.