A/N: Well, here it is, Chapter 7. I'm sick and it sucks. I mean, I feel like I swallowed something as spiky as Greg's hair. Yeah.

Hopefully I can survive. This week Spike is showing CSI NY instead of the only good version of CSI. The original one. I guess I'll

watch it when it's on VH1.

Bloody Roses

Leaving you

I wrote in my notebook quietly, while Sara drifted off to sleep. She looked so peaceful, Her beautiful eyes closed and her

mouth curved into a slight smile. I watched her for a bit, just wishing I didn't need to go home and shower, and pack my

clothes for the few days I was staying at the hospital to watch over her. I don't understand why they had to keep her in the

hospital for a week. She's fine, she had her cut stitched up, so why can't she just go home? I understand not letting her work

for a while, seeing to that her working got her into this mess, but why keep her in a hospital? They said the concussion was

minor, wait… If keeping her in the hospital for a week is minor, What's major?? If she would have hit her head a little bit

harder, would she be dead?? Oh my god, I almost killed her! If I wouldn't have frozen up she'd be at home, with all her hair,

and no stitches.

I finished my note to Sara. I felt bad about leaving, but she would feel worse if I stunk and was uncomfortable. I decided not

to sign it with love because she might have made a mistake by kissing me. She had to have made a mistake, who in their right

mind would want to kiss Greg Sanders, ex-lab geek? She must be delirious, she's not acting like Sara. I placed the note on her

bedside table, kissed her on her forehead, and left. When I got outside the hospital doors, I thought I felt something on my

back. It felt like tape. I twisted my head around and pulled on my shirt, to see a folded piece of paper taped to me. I ripped it

off. Who the hell thought it was funny to tape things to my favorite blue shirt? I read the note, which was scrawled in hurried,

messy handwriting.

Greg,

I want you to know that I'm here for you.

If you ever need anyone to talk to,

You know where to find me.

You're not acting like yourself,

Has something happened that I should know about?

You say you miss your family,

But I've never heard you say anything about your family before.

Is there something you've been hiding from me?

I really want the old Greg back.

The Greg that drinks blue Hawaiian coffee

And listens to Marylyn Manson.

Please, don't ever leave.

We need you Greg, we all do.

Sara

I can't believe her! She must have taped this to me when she kissed me. I guess she didn't really mean it. She was just using

me, and my emotions, like every other asshole that I work with to keep on taking advantage of me.

I walked to my car, which I had driven here when the ambulance took Sara. I took out my keys and jammed them into the

door. I yanked it open, almost hitting the car parked next to mine. I climbed into the driver's seat and closed the door. Stupid

freaking Sara, always leading me on and leaving me in the dust. She thinks she can do whatever she wants and get away

with it. She always does, only because Grissom is crazy about her. I hate him, he's always dropping hints at work and I'm

always there to witness it. It's disgusting!

I started my car. I pulled out of the parking spot and left the hospital, heading towards my apartment. I turned the stereo on

to a station that plays Classic Rock. Grissom listens to it, and he had it on in his office one day. It's actually pretty good, for

rock music. I cursed as "Brown eyed girl" came on. I switched it off, not wanting to be reminded of Sara Sidle the cheater, liar,

and coworker.

I was about to pull into the parking lot for the apartment complex when my phone rang. I pulled it out and looked at the caller

ID. Why does he always call at the most inconvenient of times! "Hello, Nick." Man, sometimes he just annoys me much as

much as Wendy and Hodges with their constant geek flirting. I shuddered. That flirting is really gross. I'd love to punch Nick. If

only he wasn't able to beat my ass with his eyes closed... "Hey, Greg, you still at the hospital?" Why the hell does he care?

"No," I answered. "I had to get my stuff. I just pulled up to my apartment." I heard him sigh. Could he hurry this up? I'm kinda

sick and tired of being used. "Well, when you go back, can you tell Sara I found her book on the couch in the break room? I'll

drop it off after work." He sounded tired. Wait… Book? Sara didn't mention any book… Oh well. It's probably something girly

that only people like Catherine would read. "Yeah, ok, I'll tell her." I shook my head in disbelief. Must be an important book…

maybe it's her Entomology book that Grissom gave her for Christmas that one year. "Ok, thanks man. Bye." God, what's his

problem? I closed my phone and turned it off, not wanting any more disturbances.

I pulled into a free parking space and turned off my car. I got out and slammed the door shut. I locked my car and headed

towards my apartment. I unlocked my door and sighed as I saw dirty dishes filling the sink. I wandered towards my room and

groaned as I saw dirty clothes everywhere. I gathered them up and put a load of laundry in the washer. I tripped over a

couple rolls of duct tape and cursed. "Shit! I can never find it when I need it, but when I'm this pissed off I just have to trip

over it?!"

I flopped onto my unmade bed and quickly fell into a fitful and tiring sleep.