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Flashback

"We got ourselves a cop, boys!"

Greg swallowed deeply, "I'm not a cop."

"What the hell are you then? Huh? You're think you're tough?" The boss of the group asked him, bringing his gun down and hitting Greg hard on the head.

He fell to the floor from his knelt position with a wince. "I asked you a question."

"I'm a CSI." Greg told them, pushing himself up.

"A what now?" The same guy asked him.

"A CSI." Greg told him again.

The boss laughed as another man joined him in front of Greg. "You being funny, kid? I'm not fucking deaf."

"I'm a crime scene investigator." Greg told him quietly.

"Even better" The second man said with a smile, "Now you're all going to sit tight, 'cause if you try anything, CSI guy here get's to pay for it."

And it was then that Greg knew he was in real trouble.

End Flashback

"Hey you want to go out for some drinks later?" Nick asked Greg as he stopped by his lab.

"No, thanks. I think I just want to go home." Greg answered him, having been snapped out of thinking about how this whole thing started.

"Oh, come on, it'll be fun." Nick tried.

But Greg shook his head, "No, I'm not in the mood, and besides I can't drink anyway."

Nick pulled a face, "One won't hurt, what do you say?"

Greg inhaled deeply then nodded, "Fine, you got me."

"Alright," Nick said happily as he patted him on the back, "I'll see you later."

The team had just finished their shift and were off to the bar they usually went to, not too far from the strip. When they got there, they all ordered a drink and went to sit down at a round booth table together. Russell ordered them some nacho chips and dip to share and everyone tucked in except for Greg, but when he noticed everyone giving him sly glances, he took one just to stop them from staring.

After that, they all engaged in general chit chat before Greg stood up telling the others he was going to go and get another drink. He went over to the bar and sat on one of the stools and ordered just a water. He stayed sat up there even after he had been given his drink and Nick came up to join him. "Hey, are you not joining us?"

Greg nodded and spoke, "Yeah, I just came to get some water."

"You alright?" Nick asked him, feeling like that's all he ever asked his friend these days.

Greg nodded and gave him a reassuring smile, "Yeah, just taking a time out. It's been a while since I've been here that's all. It's giving me a little headache, but it's nothing."

Nick nodded in understanding. Although it was not a club of sorts, there was still loud music and tons of people. He noticed that Greg didn't like too many people around him at once so he sort of understood why he had sat at the end of the bar where hardly anyone was, out of the way.

"Well if you need some air or whatever we can go outside." Nick offered.

Greg smiled in thanks but shook his head, "I'll be ok. Go and sit down, I'll come back in a second."

Nick smiled at him and nodded before he left and went back to sit with the others. Greg watched him go back to the team, but soon looked away from them before they started waving him over.

He stared into his water for a long time before some guys came over to the bar, leaning over him. He budged forward slightly, but the young men seemed oblivious to how close they were to him. "Hey, can we have another round of beers?" One of them shouted to the bartended. They all still had half a pint in their hands but they soon sorted it out, "One, two, three chug!"

Greg moved his own drink closer to him as they all slammed their glasses and bottles down next to him. He could feel himself getting more anxious as they stood around him but told himself to stay sat there and not make a fool out of himself. They all got another round of beers and not long after went back to where they had previously been. He sighed in relief but then jumped out of his skin as one of the drunken men dropped his beer on the floor, sending shards of bright green glass everywhere.

Greg stood as quickly as he could and stumbled his way out of the bar. When he got outside, he went down the side of the building and slid his way down the wall until he was sat on the floor. He knew what it was, he saw the bottle smashed on the floor, yet he couldn't get it out of his head that it was a gunshot. He took deep breaths and rested his head in his hands.

As Nick sat back down with the team, Sara asked him how Greg was.

"He's alright, I think he's just getting used to being back in here you know?" Nick told her and the rest of the team.

They all nodded and watched him as the group of men crowded him. They all watched him as he shuffled uncomfortably. "Nick, do you think you should go over there?" Catherine asked him.

"No, he's alright." Nick told her, watching Greg carefully through the horde of rowdy men. They all watched him and were proud when they left and Greg relaxed. They all looked to each other and smiled and began their conversations again. However when they heard the bottle drop to the floor and smash, they all looked up to see Greg stumble through the door. They all stood up to follow but Russell signalled for them to sit down, "We don't all need to go." He told them as he went through the small groups of people to the door. The rest of them stayed sat down but then Catherine followed.

When Russell got outside he couldn't see Greg and went around the side of the building.

He saw Greg with his head in his hands and went over, "Hey bud." He said as he sat down next to him. He lifted his head up and smiled slightly at his boss

"Hey." He said back quietly. He didn't say anything else but looked up when he heard someone else join them.

Catherine came over and smiled, "Honey, are you alright?"

Greg looked up to her and nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. You can go back inside; I'm coming in a minute."

Catherine looked like she was about to speak but Russell mouthed to her to go back in and she did.

"Seriously, you can go too, I just wanted to get some air." Greg told him.

Russell shook his head, "I know, but it's hot in there, I need to cool down a bit." He told him.

Greg could tell that was just an excuse but to be honest he was happy to have someone with him. If he was alone, he was vulnerable. He didn't feel safe.

They sat on the floor for about five minutes, neither of them saying anything. Russell looked over to Greg who had his head resting on his arms, crossed over his knees, "You want me to drive you home?" He asked, making Greg jump slightly.

"No. No, it's fine, let's just go back inside, the others will be wondering where we are." Greg said to him with a small smile.

Russell stood up after him and looked at him sceptically, he wondered if Greg had fallen asleep whilst they were sat outside, even with the loud music.

The team looked up and smiled when Greg came back over to them. "Hey man, you want me to grab you another beer?" Nick asked him as he brushed out of the booth, letting Greg slide in.

Greg smiled at him and gave him a quick nod, "Thanks."

"Greg, who's more attractive, Beyoncé or Mariah Carey?" Finn asked him, the girls all looking at him waiting for his answer.

"Don't answer that, man. They've been arguing about this for almost ten minutes" Nick advised him as he sat next to Greg and slid him his beer.

Greg laughed and shook his head, "I don't even know who they are" he admitted and the girls stared at him shocked.

"You're kidding me? You don't even know who Beyoncé is?" Morgan asked him as he drank his beer.

Greg shook his head. "I have no idea."

Russell laughed at him and shook his head, "You need to catch up with the world, Greg, even I know who she is."

Greg smiled and then just sat watching his friends talk amongst themselves while he drank his second beer, soon moving onto his third.

"Are you sure you want another, Greg?" Russell asked him, "I thought you weren't meant to be drinking?

Greg waved his hand. "One more won't hurt will it Greggo!" Nick said as he clapped him on the shoulder and went to order them another beer anyway.

Russell focused on Greg and saw that he was having a good time. He was laughing with the girls and actually seemed to be enjoying the crowded, loud bar. However, he had already had six beers that Russell had been aware of, and in a pretty short period of time too.

"There you go, man." Nick said as he clinked his beer bottle with Greg's.

Greg took it and thanked him, taking a long drink of it. Nick laughed at him and the team looked at him with a smirk.

"You trying to get wasted or something?" Nick asked him as Greg finished off his beer.

"Maybe" Greg replied, leaning back in the booth, sitting closer to Morgan and putting his head on her shoulder and a hand on her thigh.

Morgan raised an eyebrow, "Okay, I think it's time for somebody to go home" She said as she pushed his hand away gently.

Catherine smiled as she watched Greg grab her hand and Morgan move it away again, "Yeah, he's definitely over done it."

The rest of the team laughed as Morgan settled on holding his hand, since he wanted to have contact with her so much.

"Let me call a cab" Russell started but Morgan cut him off.

"I've only had a little drink, Nick let me borrow your keys and I'll take him."

Nick fished inside his pockets and pulled out his keys and passed them to her, "Can you help me take him to your truck?" She asked Nick and he immediately got out the booth, Morgan gently pushing Greg to follow.

"I'll see you guys tomorrow." Morgan said as she got out herself.

"Let us know when you get him home," Finn said to her.

Morgan laughed as Greg pulled on her hand, "I will."

They made it outside, Greg stumbling a little bit into Nick, who had decided to hold onto him as they left.

"Here, climb in man." Nick told him, watching as Greg struggled to pull himself up into his truck. Once he was in however, Nick buckled him in and shut the door behind him.

"You want me to come with you?" Nick offered as Morgan opened the drivers door.

She smiled, "I think I can handle him. You stay here."

"Alright, see you tomorrow Greg" Nick shouted to him through the open door and laughed when he just grunted in response.

"See you tomorrow" He said to Morgan before he left.

She climbed in Nick's truck and took a long look at Greg before she left to his house.

"Hey, we're at your place" Morgan said to Greg as she came to a stop on his drive.

He opened his eyes, having just been drifting off.

"Come on, let's get you to bed" Morgan said to him as she hopped out and went around to open his door. She saw him fiddling with his seat belt and leaned over and did it for him.

He looked to her and smiled as she helped him out the car to which he held onto. They slowly walked up the path to his house and Morgan asked him for his keys but when he didn't answer she felt the front of his pockets for what she was looking for and pulled them out. She led him inside and switched on the lights.

"Can you manage from here?" She asked him as he wandered off into his kitchen, leaving her just inside the door.

She waited for him to reply but again she didn't get one so followed him in his kitchen. She went in and saw him leaning on his counter looking at some pill bottles, squinting hard trying to read them.

"What are you doing? You should go to bed" Morgan tried to tell him and he turned slightly to her, as though he was surprised to see her there. "Hey, I need to take my pills, but they made the writing blurry."

Morgan stepped forward and looked at all the pill bottles, "What are you looking for?"

"My Elavil, I was meant to take one at work too but I forgot" Greg admitted to her.

Morgan quietly looked for the correct bottle, trying not to show her concern. Greg was on anti depressants. She knew he had had a tough time and he had admitted going to therapy, but she just didn't imagine it being this bad he needed drugs.

"Do you think you should miss a few, just for today? You've been drinking a lot." Morgan said to him concerned.

He took the bottle off of her with a small laugh as he popped the lid off and dry swallowed one, "You don't miss a day with these. You miss one and, and you're fucked you know."

Morgan's mouth dropped open with Greg's choice of words. In all the time she had known him, she never heard him use such strong language. However he didn't seem to notice as he walked away and down his hall, stopping to pull his shirt over his head, not even undoing the buttons.

Once he had managed to pull it off, he started unbuckling his pants.

"Hey Greg, I'm gonna' go now, okay?" Morgan said before he had chance to go any further.

He stopped struggling with his belt and looked at her, "You're leaving?"

"Yeah, we have work in the morning, I need to get some sleep." She told him with a smile as he came closer to her.

"Can't you stay? You can sleep here. You can sleep in my bed." Greg told her with hopeful eyes.

Morgan smiled again, "Greg that's not a good idea."

"Morgan please," He begged as he stepped closer. "Please stay, I can't sleep when I'm on my own."

"Why not?" Morgan asked softly, hers and Greg's faces were only inches apart.

"I'm scared." Greg said, not aware of what he was admitting in his drunken state.

Morgan stepped back to make appropriate space between them again, "What are you scared of?"

Greg dropped his head and started walking towards his bedroom and Morgan followed, "Greg?"

He stopped when he got inside his bedroom and sat on his bed. "Greg, what are you scared of?" Morgan asked him again, now sat next to him.

He looked up to her with sad eyes and tears beginning to form, "I'm scared of being alone."

Morgan's face softened as she scooted closer to him and put her hand on his knee. "I'll stay."

Greg looked up to her and stared for a moment before edging closer and after that, their lips touched.

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