Sorry about the long ass delay. Between the play I was in, fine arts academic team, and school, I had no time to write. Greg went back to the lab just in time to listen to Grissom's speech about what happened. After he finished giving out assignments, Greg followed him to his office.
"Greg, what are you doing here? You're supposed to be at home, you were injured just a few hours ago."
"Grissom, I swear I'm fine. What are we going to do about Addison?"
"Greg," Grissom sighed,
"Day shift is taking over Addison's case, everyone here knows her well, we're all emotionally involved." Greg couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"What do you mean? She deserves one of us catching the psycho that did this to her, not Ecklie and his team." Greg told him angrily.
"Greg, I know your upset, but we can't do this against company policy." "What about when Nick was buried alive, or Brass was shot, or when Sara was kidnapped? Or Holly, didn't we break the rules then?" Greg demanded.
Grissom took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.
"Please Grissom, just let me investigate this."
"Ok, but I'm sending Catherine with you. She's had the least interaction with Addison and will stop you if you get to involved."
"Thanks Griss." Greg said. Greg talked to Catherine and both of them travelled to St. Peter's hospital. They were met by a doctor who informed them about Addie's condition.
"She should be fine in just a few days, but in the meantime, we've given her some pain medication; so, she may not be entirely lucid. She should be able to leave in about two days. You can see her now, but just remember, she may not make a lot of sense because of her medicine." Greg nodded and the doctor led them to her room. Greg could hardly believe that Addie was lying on the bed in front of him. She looked so tired, even though she was sleeping soundly; and she hardly had any color in her usually cheerful, colorful face. He stared at the IV running into her right arm. He went up to her and carefully grabbed her right hand. He began rubbing his hand through her hair again.
Catherine stood back and observed, she smiled slightly as she watched Greg being so gentle with her. She didn't know her very well, but she obviously knew how Greg felt and she was happy that this woman had been the one making him so happy the last few weeks.
"Addie, Addie, it's me, Greg." Greg whispered to her. "Sweetie, do you remember anything, anything at all?" Greg said. He didn't hear anything, he sighed and started to let go of her hand until he felt her grip his hand tightly.
"Addie, Addie." Greg asked her again. Addison spoke in barely above a whisper,
"Don't, don't mess with him. He's dangerous, he'll try and kill you. He'll kill you." She whispered before the pain medication took over and she fell into a deep sleep. Greg let go of her hand, placed his hand over his eyes, and rubbed them. It suddenly hit him-
He'll kill you? The man who raped her, but wasn't he in an insane asylum? Catherine moved over to place a hand on his shoulder when she saw him sit up.
"Catherine, I know who did this, I know who did it to her." Greg started out the door,
"Greg, what do you mean? Who did it?" "No time, we've got to back to the lab, I'll explain there." Before Catherine could say another word, the door to Addie's room shut. Catherine sighed and ran after Greg, toward his car.
