Blink of an Eye 4/?

Rating: possible R

Disclaimer: I only own

Summary: Greg's first case as a CSI pulls out more than his ability to do the job. Greg/Sara.

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Seeing the frown on her boyfriend's face, Sara smiled cupping his face. "Its okay baby, you can drive when you take me out tonight."

"Really." He smirked, stepping forward, inching his face closer to hers.

"Oh yeah." Her smile grew as she leaned forward, capturing his lips with hers.

Just as their kiss started to get heated, Grissom came back in yelling. "Greg, get your ass moving."

Clearing his throat, he slowly stepped back, walking backwards toward the door. "See you when we get back."

"Definitely."

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"Alright Brass, what do we have?" Grissom asked immediately, stepping into the crime scene.

"Little girl about 6 or 7, beaten to death, no signs of bullet or stab wounds but David wanted to do a rape kit."

"Why?" Greg asked, as they stepped into the real crime scene.

"That's why." Brass said in all seriousness, pointing to the bed.

"Oh my god."

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"Oh my god." Greg mumbled horrified, his eyes wide.

The scene was beyond gruesome. The room stenched of stale beer and rotting flesh. While the sight made even the person with strongest stomach want to puke.

The little girl lay at the center of the bed, her arms and legs tied to the posts of the bed, while her body lay uncovered and some unknown object protruded from her lips.

"Oh my god."

"If you cant handle this, Greg, then maybe you should leave."

"No, no…" He swallowed hard, his eyes trying to inch from the bed. "I can do it."

"Alright." Seeing his apprehensiveness, Grissom nodded to a different side of the room. "Why don't you take the room, I'll get the body."

Breathing heavily, Greg shook his head. "No, that's alright, I got it."

"You sure?"

"Yes Griss, I'll take the body."

"Alright." The supervisor nodded, turning to the door. "I'm going to talk to Brass, see if we have any witness'. David should be hear in a few minutes."

"Okay." Placing his kit on the floor, he moved to the bed. Moving his gaze across the little girl, he stopped on her bruised face.

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"Greg?" David, the medical examiner questioned, running a hand in front of his face, as he stepped into the room. "Greg?"

"David?" Grissom asked, stepping into the room; finding the ME standing stationary, he raised an eye. "David?"

"Hey Griss, come over here."

Stepping closer, his brow raised more. "What is it?"

"Look at this." He pointed to Greg, who stood next to the bed, motionless and staring at the body.

"Oh my god." Pushing David out of the way, running his own hand in front of the younger man. "Greg?" Gently pressing his shoulder, he growled. "Greg?"

"What?" Greg jumped, turning to the men. "What?"

Looking back to the ME, Grissom lifted a confused eye, before turning back to Greg. "Are you sure your alright Greg?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Seeing them both standing there, he shook his head. "I thought you were talking to Brass, Griss?"

"I was, but I forgot my kit." Raising an eye, Grissom pressed. "Are you sure your okay."

"I'm fine." The ex-tech emphasized shaking his head, turning back to the body. "I was just waiting for David to come… before I started on her."

Finding that observation true , he nodded. "Alright."

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"Hey." Sara grinned, seeing her boyfriend step into the room.

"Hi." Greg groaned, plopping dejectedly down in a chair close to her.

"What's wrong?" She cooed, dropping her pen to table and turning her attention to him, seeing his frown.

Bringing his gaze to his lap, he sighed. "Our case was a little girl. Strapped down and beaten to death."

"Oh Greg." Moving closer to him, she pulled him into her. "Did you get anything?"

"The ties from the bed, a few fingerprints, and the rape kit."

Pulling back, Sara frowned. "Rape kit?"

"Yeah." Looking back into her eyes, he sighed. "It was positive."

Running her hand through his curls, her lip curled into a tiny smile. "Come on, lets go over to my place. Get your mind off it."

"Okay."

"Alright, I gotta clean up in here. I'll meet you in the locker room in ten."

"Okay." Greg reiterated, leaning out of the embrace; turning around, he slowly walked from the room, the scene playing like a movie, on repeat, in his head. Moving into the locker room, he slid down on the bench, that lined the room, between the lockers and stared blankly at the lockers.

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"Hey, I'm ready." Sara smiled, bouncing into the locker room. She stopped short, finding Greg, his body stagnant on the bench, between the lockers, while his eyes remained fixed on one. "Greg?" Not receiving a response, she stepped closer. "Greg?" Dropping down on the floor in front of him, she was surprised to see his eyes wide and unblinking. "Greg?" Now officially scared, she screamed. "Greg?"

Nick, having been walking by the room, ran in, a worried expression on his face. "Sara, what is it? What's wrong?"

"Look at him." She cried, pointing at her motionless boyfriend.

Turning to his friend, the Texan's eyes widened. "Whoa." Moving a hand in front of Greg's face, he growled. "Greg?"

"What?" Greg asked suddenly, turning to his friend and girlfriend. "Nick, what are you doin' here?"

"I've been here a few minutes. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Standing up from the seat, he turned to Sara. "You ready to go, Sar?"

"Ummm…" Looking back at Nick, he shrugged helplessly. "….yeah." Opening her locker, she brought her gaze back to the Texan, mouthing. 'What was that?' as Greg stood inches away from her.

'I don't know' He mouth back before turning to his own locker.

Bringing her gaze back to Greg, she smiled, closing her locker. "Lets go."

TBC………R&R if you want more…………..