Ok so, here is the second chapter... thank you all so much for your comments. They are greatly appreciated!

Don't own any of this...

I'm Sorry Gil


Greg was happy. He was finally on his way and would not wait. As he sat there listening to 30 Seconds To Mars, he started to make a mental list of things he wanted to do when he got home. The very first thing he would do was take a shower! Oh, the thought oh the hot water spilling onto his somewhat sore, very tired body was making him want to go miles over the speed limit to get to his apartment faster. Maybe after his shower he would go watch some of the late shows, or see if Mad TV or SNL was on. Actually, he thought, maybe after his shower he would just collapse on the couch.

Yeah, he thought, that sounded good.

He was only a few blocks from his apartment and was stopped at a red light. He was now listening to Sublime and was getting a bit impatient when he looked to his left and saw a quick-e-mart. That's when he remembered he needed shampoo and deodorant. He sighed. He knew he would have to go in there even though every molecule of him really did not want to. But if he didn't go, he knew he wouldn't be able to take a shower if he couldn't wash his hair, and he really did not want to find out what he smelled like without deodorant. So, he turned left onto the very empty parking lot.

Yes, it was 11:56 on a Monday night, but the streets were usually not this empty. He laughed at himself for getting paranoid. He figured this was probably natural for someone who had a job like his. Seeing people dead in horrible different ways can make a person look at things much differently.

He found easily found himself a parking spot right outside the door of the store and parked the car. He sat in his car for a few minutes, try to think of any alternative. After coming up with none, he opened his door and stepped out. He slowly walked up to the door and went in. He would make this very fast. He moved kind of quickly to the isle he needed and picked up his usual, Sudsy-Fun shampoo and Ax deodorant. Went up the cashier, paid for his items and gratefully walked out of the store. He smiled to himself admiring how fast he was, thinking there should be some kind of world record for this when he suddenly felt something slam into the back of his head.

First he saw a bright, blinding light, and then nothing.


Grissom had just finished looking through some notes of a previous case and decided he would go see what's going on with Nick and Sara's case. He was walking through the building, checking the different labs when he stopped at the break room. He was kind of surprised to find them there at leisure. Nick was reading a magazine, and Sara had her head down on the table. Both at complete opposites of the room.

Grissom raised his eyebrows. "I take it you two solved the case?"

Sara stayed in the position she was in and Nick looked up from his reading.

"Sure did, and you would never believe who did it Griss"

Nick had a loads of sarcasm in his response that made Grissom's eyebrows raise higher and looked over at Sara. She now had her head up and was giving Nick the death stare.

Grissom decided he would drop it for everyone's sake. He walked over to Nick and took at seat by him and picked up one of the magazines Nick wasn't reading. He eyed it oddly.

"Cover Girl, Nick?"

"Hey, don't look at me like that. I think Lindsey left them… and well, I was bored."

Nick said, trying to sound manly despite the way he felt.

Grissom just smiled and reached down to answer his phone.

"Grissom"

"Hey Gil, it's Brass" Brass' tone was beginning to worry Grissom.

"And what can I help you with Jim?"

"Well, I don't really know how to tell you this. But there was a car accident today. It was pretty bad and one of the cars caught fire. And, well Gil, the car belongs to Gregory Sanders."

Grissom stayed completely quiet for a second. Oblivious to the confused look on his face.

"What?" The only response that managed to come out.

"Gil, Greg died."

"No, no Jim are you sure?" Grissom was starting to get a bit worked up and noticed his voice was pretty loud.

"Gil, it's his car, we found his wallet and ID, even his phone. I'm sorry Gil."

"Ok Jim… um.. Ok bye." Grissom couldn't seem to take the phone away from his ear.

He looked at Nick and Sara whose eyes were fixed on him with a curious look.

Grissom remained quiet for a few more moments and then slowly lifted his head and said quietly:

"Ok, Sara call Warrick and Catherine, there's been an accident… and well, a part of our family is now gone."

Grissom stayed where he was. He was receiving different looks of confusion from both Sara and Nick. After a moment, Sara got up slowly, never taking her eyes off Grissom and walked out the door. Nick stayed.

"Grissom, what.. who.. Greg?"

Grissom didn't answer, just looked at Nick.

Nick knew now, and just sat back down, bewildered. This could not be happening, he thought.


TBC

Ok, so there it is. Now, before you stop reading becasue dear Greg died, read the title... hint hint. I tried to make it somewhat obvious.. but lol yeah.

So just leave some love if you can and the next chapter will be up very soon. Maybe even today...

Happy reading :)