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4 Weeks ago

"Greg, are you sure you want to go back to work that soon?", Grissom asked. They were in the office, Grissom behind his desk with some files on it. Greg stood in front of him.

"Yeah, I mean, why not? The... injuries are healed and there's no reason why I should be sitting at home."

Grissom looked in the eyes of the younger CSI. He sighed. He knew that the kid wasn't ready for work. God, he wasn't even sure if he was ready himself! After the kidnapping and being shot, he hardly talked about with Greg about... the circumstances. And he knew that Greg didn't talked with Nick or other friends about this. Although he should have.

"It's just...", Grissom began, "You don't have to confirm that you're tough or something. I know you are, and if you need any vacation, or talk to somebody, you know that you have your friends, your family around here".

Greg looked down. He hated this. Everybody had this look on their faces when they were talking to him. He hated the pity, the guilt in their eyes. There was no need to be guilty, especially not for Grissom. This man saved his life, Greg should be the one to feel guilty!

"It's okay, I... I don't need more time", Greg finally said. "I just want to work"

Present

God, he doesn't want to be here! He had too many bad memories, after the lab explosion, after the beating and now after the kidnapping. It was over a month ago when he was released from the hospital, but he still had nightmares. He knew he should be there. He was feeling ill and dizzy, he was sweating and he felt hot. He felt like he was in the desert again, tied up at the house, and everytime he closed his eyes, he still saw Grissom, lying on the ground.

Suddenly he saw him. He was there! He grinned, with the knife in his hands, the damn kitchen knife. There was blood on it. His own blood.

"No", Greg whispered. This couldn't be true. Nick said he was dead, shot. How could he be here in the hospital, in his room?

"Did you missed me, boy?", Mark asked and laughed. Greg wanted to sit up, to escape, but he couldn't move. He was just... so scared. So weak.

"You're dead", Greg finally managed to say. Mark was coming closer, attached the knife on his throat.

"I'll never be dead", Mark whispered in his ear and grinned.

…...

Outside of Greg's room, Grissom and Nick were standing in front of the door, drinking coffee. Coffee was Nick's life elixir for the past four days. Well, actually for the past twenty years.

"Grissom, why should we left him alone? You said yourself that he's traumatized. He needs friends to help him!"

Nick was angry. His little brother was in this room, alone, and his own boss doesn't even care. He couldn't understand it. Why was Grissom so... emotional when Greg was kindapped? And why does he act like this now?

"Nick, do you have any idea how Greg is feeling right now?", Grissom asked him calmly.

Nick wanted to scream at him. Of course he knew! But.. how did he felt after his own kidnapping? Certainly, he didn't want to talk about with anyone. And although he knew that his team saved his life, it was difficult to trust them again. To be normal again and to look in there faces, filled with pity. They still are like that sometimes.

"God, I didn't even thought about it", Nick whispered. He looked up in Grissom's face, who nodded.

"I thought... well, Greg acted like there had been nothing, so I thought he was okay, he was over it. How could I be so... stupid?!" He punched at the wall.

"Nick, it's not your fault", Grissom said quietly. He gently touched his colleagues shoulder, trying to calm him.

"I should have talked to him. Or at least ask him how he feels. I just..", Grissom took a deep breath. "I just thought that it would be the best to continue working, and it was the best for me. But not for..."

Suddenly they could hear a scream. It was Greg, he was screaming in there!

Nick didn't hesitate and pushed the door to his room open. He shuddered. Greg was still lying in the bed, but he wasn't calm. His eyes were closed, and he was obviously sleeping... and heaving a nightmare.

"No", he screamed. "You're dead, you're dead".

Grissom pushed Nick out of the way, and rushed to Greg's side. He touched his hand, trying to calm the younger CSI down.

"Greg, wake up, please".

"Go away! You bastard!" Greg screamed again. The monitors on his side suddenly began to peep really fast.

"Nick, go and call the doctor!"

Nick just stood there, didn't want to believe what was happening.

"Nick!", Grissom raised his voice. Finally Nick nodded, went out of the room.

Greg was still screaming.

"Greg, calm down, you're save here. Mark is dead, he can't do anything!", Grissom said to him. He felt his forehead. It was cold as ice.

Suddenly the doctor was standing next to him, some nurses around.

"What happened?", he asked Grissom.

"We were standing outside, and Greg must have fell asleep. He's having a nightmare."

The doc nodded and felt Greg's forehead, like Grissom before. The boy was so cold! There was something wrong.

"God, leave me alone!", Greg screamed again. Suddenly he was silent. The monitors were peeping even faster.

"He's going into shock", the doc said fast to the nurses. "Give him something to calm down. And bring some blankets, he's having fever."

Grissom still stood there in horror and watched the doc doing his work. He just hope that the kid was going to be alright.

"Okay, good. He calmed down." The doctor finally turned to Grissom.

"Did something like this happened before? I mean, did he had nightmares?"

Grissom thought what to answer. "I don't think so. He didn't talk about it. Why, do you think that he... that he's dreaming from...?"

"Well, as I said, he's in shock. That means, every human acts individually with this kind of things. If I take a guess, I would say he's living his kidnapping again."

"What makes you think that?" Grissom asked worried. Wasn't it enough that Greg went through it once? Does it really have to be a second time, when he should feel save and sound instead?

"Well, first because of what he was saying when I came in here. Secondly he's sweating, which means that his brain thinks he's too warm. You said he was hold in the desert when you found him, didn't you?"

Grissom nodded.

"I felt is forehead and he is not hot, he is cold. This means that the shock, the traumatisation he's going through, cause those nightmares..."

"But... how can we stop it?" Grissom interrupted him

"Well, that's difficult. As I said, every human acts individually, and Mr. Sanders here is no exception. I would say, he has to talk about it, and maybe it'll get better if he knows that there are people around him that are here for him."

Grissom nodded again.

"He's sleeping now. Let's hope he won't get another nightmare. Talk to him when he wakes up. I'm sure it'll help."

The doctor left the room.

Grissom was now alone with Greg.

Aaaaaaand cut :) wow, I have no idea how I'm going to end this story... but I really hope you liked this chapter and keep on reading. Please don't forget to give me a feedback on this one and review the chapter, I'd really appreciate it :)

Oh, and sorry for not being that professional with the medicine stuff... It's just a fanfic, so I just hope you enjoy the reading :)

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