A.N.) So? What did you all think about the last chapter? Was it any good? Hope so. I can already tell you that this next chapter won't disappoint you. I've got some surprises in store for this chapter..........and I won't give away any hints.........you'll just have to read it to find out..........evil me huh? Thank you :p
'If you want to learn about forensics, master everything else first.'
-Gil Grissom; CSI computer game
Oh yeah........and I decided to try something; it should be easy to figure out, but in case you can't, I'll tell you. I've decided to write parts of chapters from here on from Greg's pov (point of view). So you will now hear stuff from Cristina AND Greg.
Knew you'd all be excited.
Alright then, here's chapter 10...........
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Chapter 10
Soon enough, we were back at his apartment.
Walking into the apartment, Greg threw himself onto a couch and turned on the t.v. I however wanted to change my clothes.
"Where might you be going, my evil little girl?" Greg asked me, lying on his stomach on a couch.
"I'm going to change; and no you may not come with me," I replied, tossing my hair onto my back.
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Once I was in my room, I closed the door behind me and locked it, just in case Greg even thought about coming in there.
Walking over to my bed, I put my phone and pager on the bed and grabbed my pajamas.
As I got myself dressed for the 'night', I thought about everything that had gone on that day: Finding two of my friends dead, Nick trying to get me to be his girlfriend, the lovely trick Greg and I played on Ecklie, Greg being so caring to me, and of course, Greg and I getting a little friendly in the lab.
That last little thought of mine made me smile: I'm not quite the innocent, good little girl everyone thinks I am.
I had just finished getting myself ready when my cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Morning Cristina! It's me, Sarah!"
"Hey! Haven't heard from you since before I started my new job."
"I know. You must be really busy then right now."
"Actually, my shift ended about two hours ago. I'm at home right now for the weekend."
"Ah. I guess that you sleep during the day?"
"Yeah, and early evening. I work 11p to about 11a. It's really not that bad. I work with some really great people in my shift. Day shift's full of asses, so I'm quite happy in the graveyard shift."
"That's great to hear. We should get together sometime. You know, just hang around, shop.........spend a day together, just us two girls."
"Sounds great! All day tomorrow good for you Sarah?"
"That will be perfect. And then you want to catch a movie later that night?"
"Yeah, if I can bring Greg with me."
"Who's Greg?"
"You'll see. I'm going to keep you in suspense."
"You're evil, you know that?"
"Oh yeah, I definitely know that."
"Where do you want to meet up tomorrow?"
"Could you pick me up at my apartment?"
"Sure! Just give me the address and I'll see you around 11a.m."
"Alright, see you then," I replied after giving Sarah the address of Greg's apartment.
After ending the call, I picked up my pager and placed it on my nightstand with my cell phone. I then walked to my door and opened it, going back to join Greg.
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"What took you so long?" Greg asked me as I walked into the living room.
"My friend Sarah called me. I'm going to spend the day with her tomorrow. And then tomorrow night we're going to see a movie. And you'll be coming," I replied, grinning at him.
Greg turned his head so he could see me.
"You mean, like a date?" he asked me, sounding quite surprised.
"Well, yeah I guess, except that Sarah will be there. But I mean, if you don't want to go I understa........"
"Of course I want to go!" Greg shouted, sitting up on the couch now.
"Great! Finally something pleasant happens this week," I said, sitting next to Greg now.
"I've had plenty of good things happen this week," Greg replied.
"Like what?"
"Like this morning in the lab before we left," he replied, grinning like crazy.
"Ah yes........good point," I said, laughing.
"It doesn't have to end you know," Greg said in such a sexy voice.
"For now it does. I'm just way too tired. I can hardly keep my eyes open. Sorry Greg. Maybe.........tomorrow night?" I replied, resting my head on his shoulder.
"Yeah, some sleep would be nice," Greg said, putting his head on top of mine.
"I'll see you at some point tomorrow then, right?"
"Yeah," Greg replied as I put a hand on his back.
As I did that, Greg became very tense and jumped up.
"Does your back hurt?" I asked, feeling a little concerned.
"I'm fine.........I just need some sleep, that's all," Greg replied, now standing so that my hand wasn't on his back anymore.
"Are you sure?" I asked feeling even more concerned now.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Greg replied. "Sleep well Cristina."
"You too Greg," I called out as he walked to his room.
"Something's wrong with that boy; I just know it," I said to myself as I walked back to my own room.
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"Greg you idiot! Why didn't you just tell her?" a voice in my head said as I lay on my stomach in bed.
"She wouldn't understand," I replied to the voice.
"Cristina's the love of your life Greg! And have you forgotten already that she too went through this?" the voice questioned.
"It's not the same," I replied as a lump came to my throat.
"You think it's different because a girl is supposed to show her pain while a guy acts all macho and hides it? Is that what you think?" the voice pressed on.
"No.........I mean, yeah I guess. But Cristina's different. She's not like other girls. She's really different, but in a good way," I whispered in reply.
"Did it occur to you that Cristina would understand because she's not like others?" the voice asked, the intensity lessening.
"No, it didn't occur to me..........maybe I should tell her........" I replied quietly.
"You should. For all you know she might be able to help you. Tell her tomorrow," the voice said before disappearing.
"Maybe she can..........tomorrow..........." I mumbled to myself as I drifted off to sleep.
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*yawn* "God it was nice to sleep that long!" I said as I woke up the next morning (a Saturday; 9a.m. to be exact.)
I rolled out of bed to a most wonderful smell.
"Mmmmmm. What smells so good?" I mumbled to myself. "It smells like.........is Greg cooking breakfast?!"
I couldn't resist the smell coming from the kitchen.
Opening my door, I made my way there, smirking the way there. My eyes were half open since I had just awoken.
"Good morning Cristina," Greg greeted me as I sat down at the table.
You don't know how insane I go when he says 'good.' It's just something about the way he says it. And my name sounds so much better when he says it..........
"Morning Greg," I replied groggily, still grinning as he stood at the stove.
"I didn't wake you did I?" Greg asked, joining me at the table.
"No, not at all," I replied, my eyes finally adjusting to the light.
"You hungry?" Greg asked me.
"I'm starving!" I replied, smiling at him as he went back over to the stove.
Minutes later, Greg walked back over to the table and placed a plate in front of me: eggs and a few pieces of toast.
"This is great Greg! Thanks!" I said right before I began eating my food.
"No problem Cris," Greg replied, walking back to the stove to get his own breakfast.
"Who told you my nickname?" I asked him, chewing the food in my mouth.
"That's your nickname? Really? I just felt like calling you that," Greg said as he laughed.
"Yeah, that's what all of my friends call me for short," I replied.
"I like that, Cris," Greg said to me, smiling. "You want anything to drink with that?
"Yeah, that'd be great. You have any orange juice?" I asked as Greg got up again.
"Sure do," he replied before bringing me a glass full.
"Thanks," I said before taking a few sips from the glass.
"No problem. Would you like some coffee with that?" Greg asked me.
"No thanks Greg. I've never liked coffee. Thanks for offering though," I replied.
"Oh really? Well, you'll change your mind after you've had some of mine. Here, try some," Greg said, handing me his mug of coffee.
"Alright, I'll try it. If I drop dead, I'll come after you in my next life," I said, laughing.
As soon as I took that first sip, I knew that my opinion about coffee had completely changed.
"God this is great Greg! What is it?" I said, passing it back to him.
"You like it? It's my special Blue Hawaiian brew. Everyone prefers it over the dayshift crap. I personally think the dayshift sludge looks like one of Grissom's experiments," Greg replied, laughing.
"So this is what I always smell in the CSI break room. And you're right about the dayshift crap; I've seen it before and it's not a pretty sight," I said, also laughing.
I finished eating shortly after that. I then had to go get myself ready.
"Thanks so much for making breakfast for me Greg. I'm gonna go get ready now because Sarah will be here in about an hour," I said, standing up.
"Glad you liked it," he replied, smiling at me before I went back to my room.
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"Cristina? Can I come in?" I asked as I knocked on her bedroom door.
I didn't get an answer, but the door swung open.
"Should I go in or not?" I asked myself.
Stupid question.
Her bathroom door was closed; she was obviously taking a shower. I went in and sat on her bed.
Not long after I sat on her bed, Cristina's cell phone began to ring. I decided to answer it for her.
"Hello?"
"I know who you are..........Greg Sanders."
I nearly dropped her phone. The voice on the other end was the same digitally altered one who had called Cristina's friends. I was talking to the murderer of her friends!
"Who.........who are you?" I asked.
"*evil laughter* If I told you then I wouldn't be having any fun watching Cristina suffer."
"Leave her alone you ass," I said, not regretting saying any of that.
"An ass am I? I'm so scared," the caller said, mocking me.
"You better be. We're gonna bust you," I replied.
"That's what you think. I know about the list that your little bitch wrote. Thinks she's so intelligent, writing down all those names. That's why I'm changing my plans *evil laughter*."
"How..........how the hell do you know this?" I asked.
"I know everything about her Greg," the caller replied.
"That's not true!"
"Oh but it is. I know what went on in the lab before you two left together for the weekend *more evil laughter*. I know everything. I see everything."
"Go to hell you creep!" I yelled into the phone, hoping Cristina didn't hear me.
"Not before I get all of them...........including you, Sanders. You can all run, but none of you can hide. *more evil laughter*"
Then, just as suddenly as they had called, they hung up. I placed Cristina's phone back on her nightstand.
"There is no way this was the first time they called her cell phone. Cristina really does have a stalker after her. And they're after me too..........." I said to myself as I heard Cristina opening her bathroom door.
She uh, wasn't expecting me to be there, sitting on the edge of her bed, waiting for her. So she kinda freaked.
"Greg?! What the hell are you doing in here?!" she yelled, a little startled, yet laughing a little.
"Uh, I was uh........" I tried to say something, but I didn't know what to say.
"Right. You're lucky that I'm dressed," Cristina replied.
"Am I?" I said sarcastically.
I never even saw it coming. Cristina threw the shirt she'd been sleeping in at me. I laughed as I removed it from my face.
"I guess you'll be wanting this back now?" I asked her.
"If you don't mind," Cristina replied.
"Oh, but I do mind," I said, putting her sleep shirt down my shorts. "Come and get it," I added.
"Why do you make your life so hard Greg?" Cristina replied as she pounced on me, pinning me to her bed.
"Because you make it so much easier," I replied, watching the grin on her beautiful face grow into a smile.
"That didn't make any sense, but then again, that reply did come from you. So I can't really expect anything intelligent," Cristina said, laughing.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, rolling Cristina over so that I had her pinned to her bed.
"Oh, nothing," she replied, pushing me to the floor, holding her sleep shirt in her hands.
"How did you get it from me?" I asked, sitting on the floor now.
"That's my secret now isn't it," she replied, grinning madly as she picked up her phone, pager, and wallet, leaving her shirt on her bed. Cristina looked at her watch.
"I'm off to meet Sarah now. But is there a reason you were waiting for me?" Cristina asked me.
I thought about asking her about the caller, but I decided not to. She might start worrying and wouldn't be able to go spend a day free of worry.
"No, I was just kinda hoping to see you when you came out............" I started, but before I could finish, she threw a shoe at me. "Hey!" I said, laughing.
"See you later Greg," she called out.
I could still hear her laughing as she walked out the door.
That's when I noticed how she had gotten her shirt back........she had un-zipped my shorts! DAMN Cristina drives me insane!!!
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As soon as I was downstairs, I saw Sarah waiting for me.
"Sarah!" I called out.
"Cristina! It's great to see you again!" she replied as I walked up to her.
"Ready to have a stress-free day?" I asked her, smiling.
"I am. But can you handle a day without stress?" Sarah replied, laughing.
"Oh yeah! I've been waiting for a stress-free day all week!"
"Let's go then Cristina!"
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"Well, now that Cristina's out for the day, what am I going to do?" I asked myself as I sat on a couch in front of my giant t.v. set.
A sharp pain shot through my back suddenly.
"Damn that hurt!" I yelled, jumping up.
Rubbing my back didn't help any.
"Maybe some more sleep will do me some good," I said to myself, walking back toward my room.
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"Greg? Greg, wake up."
"He's a deep sleeper isn't he?"
"Seems that way. I have an idea though."
"What is it?"
"Watch. Greg..........it's me, Cristina. I bought some liquid latex for you."
The next thing I knew, Greg was sitting straight up in his bed, looking around.
"You did?! Where is it?!" he asked me, not seeing Sarah there with me.
Sarah and I started laughing so hard we began to cry. Greg just looked at us, finally noticing that someone else was with me.
"Greg, I'd like you to meet Sarah," I said, still laughing.
"Hi," they said in unison.
"That was a nasty little trick you played just now Cris," Greg added as we continued to laugh.
"I know, but I got you up, didn't I?" I replied.
"Yeah. Very disappointing though," Greg said.
"Get over it. I think that you can wait until work to see any latex, right?" I said, still slightly giggling.
"Yeah, that's true. So what are you two doing back here?" Greg asked us.
"You must have gone back to sleep after I left. It's almost seven in the evening Sleepy."
"Wow. I guess I was still tired."
"Well, you might want to get ready if we're going to catch that movie at 8," Sarah said to Greg.
Greg just looked at us.
"I do believe that means Greg wants us to leave his room so he can get ready," I said, grabbing Sarah's arm and pulling her out of Greg's room, closing the door behind me.
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Thirty minutes later I was ready. I walked out of my room and joined the girls who were waiting for me.
"Took you long enough," Cristina said to me as I walked their way.
"Can we leave now? We don't have a lot of time to get there," Sarah said to us.
"Yeah, let's go enjoy ourselves," I said, putting an arm around Cristina's waist as we walked out the door.
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"I had an awesome time today Sarah," Cristina called out as she and I got out of Sarah's car after the movie.
"Me too. We should do this more often," she replied.
"I'll call you sometime this week," Cristina added.
"Till then!" Sarah said before driving off.
Cristina and I stood there until we could no longer see her car. Then we turned and went inside.
I was feeling a little stiff. And of course Cristina noticed.
"Greg? Why are you walking like someone tied a board to your back?" she asked me as we entered my apartment.
I couldn't hide it from her anymore. So I decided to tell her.
"My back hurts again. That's it," I replied quietly, continuing to walk to my room.
Cristina followed me, though she didn't say a word. I was afraid to know what she might be thinking. I hope she didn't think I was weak or something.
Reaching my room, she followed me in, closing the door and locking it behind her.
Still standing in front of my locked bedroom door, Cristina spoke finally: "Greg. I know that's not all. There's more to it than the fact your back hurts. I'm not leaving your room until you tell me what's wrong.
After she said that, she sat down on my bed, still staring at me. I turned around to face her. The look of concern in her eyes in the dim light finally got to me.
"Alright, I guess I'll tell her now. Otherwise she'll be waiting in here forever," I thought to myself.
I walked over toward the door, but I flicked on the lights instead, causing both of us to squint briefly.
"Cristina, remember when I told you about the lab explosion?" I asked, standing in front of her now.
"Yes. And I also remember that you were in it."
"Well, there's something I didn't tell you about it," I said.
"What do you mean?" Cristina asked me.
I took my shirt off. Cristina just stared at me.
"Greg, I already know that you have a very sexy, well built-chest and all that, but what does that have to do with..........."
I turned around so she could see my back before she could finish speaking. A brief moment of silence followed. Then Cristina spoke again.
"Oh my God........Greg........" I heard Cristina say from behind me.
She was probably regretting the fact that she had asked me what was wrong.
But I soon felt her gentle fingers tracing over some of the scars on my back. I tensed up. Feeling me tense up, she quickly pulled her hands away.
"Oh Greg, I didn't mean to hurt you! I'm so sorry!" Cristina said from behind me.
Oh God, she thinks that she hurt me. I turned around to face her. She was crying.
Putting my hands around her waist, I said, "Cristina, you didn't hurt me at all. It's just that it hurts to have the scars on my back touched or have too much pressure put on. That's why you never see me sitting back in chairs or lying on my back in bed or on the couch or floor."
She put her head against my chest and cried a little more. I just held her to me. She cares so much about me. And I care so much about her.
"Greg, I wish that it had never happened to you," Cristina said.
"But it did. There's nothing you can do about it. Please don't cry for me," I replied, looking down at her as she looked up at me, our eyes meeting.
"There is one thing I can try for you," she said to me as she pulled away.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
I really had no idea what she was talking about.
"I need to go get some things. I'll show you when I get back," she replied as I wiped the tears from her face.
She managed a smile for me. Ok, now I was really wondering what she had in mind.
"I guess you'll want my keys then?" I said, pulling them out of a back pocket of my shorts and handing them to her.
"Thanks Greg. Why don't you just relax till I get back?" she said, unlocking my door and opening it.
"Uh, yeah, that would probably be good," I replied, sitting down on my bed, watching her as she walked out of my room.
I heard her leave a few minutes later. I grabbed my shirt off the floor and put it back on. God only knows what Cristina went off to get.
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Poor Greg. I had no idea that he had scars like that. Reminds me of what my own back looked like after the FBI lab explosion. Damn feds.
Thankfully though, I do have an idea as to how I can help Greg. It worked for me, so it should work just as well for him.
I drove up to the nearest store, went inside, bought everything I needed, and drove back to Greg's apartment.
"Greg?" I called out.
"Yeah?"
"Do you have a fairly small bowl or something I can use?" I asked him.
"Uh, yeah. You'll have to search around for it, but I have something," Greg replied.
Greg obviously wasn't about to ask what I was doing. Which was good; I really wasn't sure how to explain this to him.
I took everything I bought out of the bag.
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"What the hell is Cristina doing out there?" I asked myself.
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I walked back to Greg's room, carrying the bowl in one hand.
"Greg?" I said as I walked into his room, closing the door behind me.
He had a lamp turned on, enough to light up the room, but not enough to make you squint.
"Yeah?" he replied, sitting on an edge of his bed now, facing me.
I placed the bowl on a dresser behind me. I walked closer to him, so I was able to see the deep brown of his eyes.
"You and I have something else in common," I said.
"What do you mean?" he asked in reply.
I knew I wouldn't be able to hide this part of the FBI lab accident much longer.
I took my shirt off in front of him. I was then standing in front of him wearing my bra and shorts. He wasn't expecting me to do that. I definitely surprised him.
But before he could say anything, I turned around so that he could see what my own back looked like.
I heard him come up behind me, wanting to get a better look.
"You do know what I feel like," Greg whispered, touching the few remaining scars on my back as though trying to prove them fake. "Did this happen in the explosion from your lab?" he asked.
"Yes. It was a lot worse when they finished removing all of the shrapnel. I was terrified about having scars cover my back for life."
"What did you do? There's barely any here," Greg said to me as I turned around, looking up into those handsome brown eyes of his.
I could have died right there looking into those eyes of his.
"Well, that's what I was getting ready to share with you. I have a family recipe I guess you could call it. But it's used to heal scars and stop the pain. I used it on myself for three months after I was released from the hospital. I stopped using it after I realized my deepest scars would never completely disappear. So I knew this would help you," I replied, reaching for the bottom of Greg's shirt while I continued to stare into his deep eyes.
After what I had just told him, he wasn't about to resist me. Grabbing the bottom of his shirt, I slowly pulled it off, tossing it onto my own which lay on the floor.
We just stood there for a few minutes, just kind of staring at each other. I finally said something.
"Greg? It would greatly help if you were to lie down on your bed, otherwise this is useless," I said, putting my hands into Greg's and walking over to his bed with him.
Letting go of my hands, he laid down on his stomach on his bed, allowing me to have access to his back. That would be when I got a better look at what had happened to him.
"I'll be right back Greg. I need to get a few more things," I said as I stood up and walked over to the door.
"Don't worry, I won't be going anywhere," Greg replied.
I smiled, opened the door, and walked over to my own room.
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I had no idea what Cristina went to get. She can be pretty confusing. But then again, aren't all girls?
I tried to think of what Cristina saw that made her go to get whatever else it was she was getting. I knew I still had a few burns, she may not have noticed those before. But I didn't think that was it.
She walked back into my room before I could finish thinking. She closed and locked the door before walking back over to me.
"Oh God..........why did she lock the door? And what did she just pull out of her back pocket?" I asked myself as she sat down on an edge of my bed, putting that bowl of something next to her.
Smirking, Cristina said to me, "Greg, you uh, you have some stitches in your back. Shouldn't they have come out a while ago?"
I knew I had been forgetting something. I bet would Cristina find it to be slightly funny when I tell her what the deal was.
"Yeah, they should have come out about three weeks ago, but I didn't want to go back to the hospital; I had spent enough time there already," I replied.
"So what, you were expecting them to just come out by themselves?" she asked me, laughing.
"I'm not really sure what I was thinking," I replied, giving her a small smile.
"Well, they have got to go. They can't stay in forever," Cristina said, sitting on the back of my waist with her legs straddled.
Ok, she wasn't really sitting on the back of my waist. She almost was, but I think she was afraid of hurting me. I could still feel her back there.
"So what do you have in mind?" I asked her nervously.
"I'm going to remove them."
"Oh............WHAT?!"
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Greg wasn't too thrilled about having me remove the stitches from his back. I assured him that I had done that before. Just in case he decided to run, I had locked his door.
I just didn't mention that the last time I had removed them I was 12 and I was being watched by my mom. Oh yeah, did I mention that I was removing them from my guinea pig's back a week after he had surgery?
Yeah, that would have been a very bad thing to tell Greg at the time. Maybe I'll tell him one day, see what his reaction is.
I was kind of hovering over Greg's back now, holding the surgical scissors in my right hand. They work really well too; got them when I was 14. I use them for cross-stitching, but yeah........anyway.
"My suggestion to you is to not move. No matter what I do, don't move Greg," I said as quietly and calmly as I could.
Truth was, even I was a little scared to do this. I counted the number of stitches I had to remove: 16. Not a bad number. The fewer, the better.
I gently put my left hand down on Greg's back, causing him to slightly arch up under me.
"Didn't I tell you not to move?" I said, laughing a little.
"Yeah, sorry," Greg replied, relaxing a little now.
I had all 16 stitches out of his back in under ten minutes. I probably could have done them all in less time, but I was so afraid that I would hurt him, I wasn't about to rush myself. I only got a few whimpers from Greg when I pulled on the stubborn ones.
"Amazing," I said to him.
"What is?" he asked as he turned his head to see me.
"All I did was take out 16 stitches and your back already looks a little better," I replied, smiling at him.
Greg returned my smile.
"Now you may not like what I'm about to do. I didn't at first, but it really does help," I said to him, picking up the bowl filled with my mixture.
"Is it going to sting?" Greg asked me.
That was so cute! He sounded like a little kid. But I couldn't lie. Besides, he'd find out soon enough.
"Yeah, it will sting a good bit. But after a while you get used to it," I replied as I put my hands into the bowl.
Greg took that as a hint to turn his head back around and put it on his pillow.
With the warm substance on my hands, I gently put my hands on his back, causing Greg to arch up under me, the pain from the stinging making him scream out.
I didn't stop though. I couldn't. I used my hands to push him back down. Now I was actually sitting on the back of his waist; I didn't want him arching up again.
I continued to put more of the substance on my hands, rubbing it all over Greg's back.
Greg continued to let out whimpers and small screams from the pain.
I had tears in my eyes from doing this. I was hurting Greg, yet I was trying to help him.
As much as I tried to pull my hands away and stop his screams, I couldn't. I tried as hard as I could, but something inside of me said to keep going.
I mean, I was touching a guy like I never had before. That would be because I hadn't before. So I couldn't stop.
I kept running my hands over every scar and every burn, causing Greg to continue letting out screams and whimpers.
"Don't stop Cristina. You can't. You're helping Greg; don't stop," the voice in my head kept telling me.
Over the next hour and a half after I had started, I still continued to rub the substance all over Greg's back with my own hands.
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You have no idea what pain is until you go through everything I've been through. This was nowhere near as bad as the explosion, but it hurt.
Cristina was trying to help me, but it hurt worse than hell. Whatever it was she was using stung badly.
Every time I tried to sit up, she pushed me back down, never stopping her work on my back. Plus she was sitting on me, so I couldn't get up to easily without throwing her to the ground, which I did not want to do.
So I just let the pain continue. I tried to keep my screams and pathetic whimpers under control, but you have no idea how hard that is to do.
I don't know how Cristina could keep going. Her arms had to be killing her. I bet she was on the verge of collapse. I'm about ready to tell her to just stop and rest.
There's just one thing stopping me; Cristina's trying to help me. I can't bear to tell her to stop.
I just don't how much longer she can do this.
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My hands and arms were screaming at me to stop because they were sore, but I couldn't.
I couldn't think about myself at all. I was only worried about helping Greg.
Time had slipped past me. I had been rubbing Greg's scar and burn covered back for almost two hours. I was so tired, I could hardly move.
Greg was still whimpering and trying to arch up under me when I stopped. I was so tired that the next time he arched up; I collapsed next to him on his bed. Then everything went black.
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A.N.) Am I evil or WHAT?! Do you all hate me for leaving it there? I'm sorry that this chapter was so long and that you all had to wait such a long time, but I'd say this chapter was worth the wait. I do believe this will be my longest chapter ever. I'm afraid I have some bad news for you all: school starts on Monday, so I most likely will not be able to update as much as I usually do. But I will continue writing! Till the next chapter (or if I'm on AIM).......
Salty-Irish-Dog -Yes, the Alamo. I was there when I wrote that part.........knew it would be so funny if I put it in because it makes no sense what-so-ever. Glad I'm not the only person who loves to hear Greg say 'yes'. By the way, my cousin said she is working on the next chapter of her X-Men Evolution fic and she wanted me to tell you that. Hope this chapter was worth the wait!
SaxophoneForensicschic05 – It was quite fun helping you to write part of 'Unknown Partner.' Though I may have gotten a little carried away, hehe. I can't wait to write the next part of it..........I shall have fun! If anyone cares to know what I'm talking about, read it sometime. You're really good, despite what crappy reviewers say about your writing. So don't listen to them, THEY SUCK! Keep those chapters coming!!!
csifan1 – First of all; yes you can put me on your AIM list. I really don't mind at all. Second of all, thank you for the name of the microscope. I studied so many last year that I'm surprised I even remembered the SEM. And about the color of the words 'FORENSICS'; I really can't tell you if they are white or yellow. In some episodes, I see white. In others, I see yellow. Maybe they do that to throw me off.
For everyone – I know some of you have noticed this, but the number of shots fired does go up every time. I plan on explaining that why later.........much later. As for Greg and Cristina getting 'dirty' as some of you may say, it's not time yet. But trust me, I don't know how much longer I can wait to write it because I have some awesome plans for that chapter..........and I won't say what.......you'll all just have to wait till whenever I write it........yes, I am pure evil!