A/N: For disclaimer, see previous chapter. Immense thanks to my beta, lostladyknight... you rock:D Song at the end of this is "Scars" by Papa Roach, which I do not own, nor do I own Glitter (the movie), which gets referenced briefly. Other than that, I think I don't have anything else to say, so enjoy and please review. :)

Break Room Scuffles and Locker Room Troubles

Sara and Greg sit silently in the break room, and I know that now would probably be the best time to talk to them about what happened at the scene. I slam my binder down onto the counter, causing them to jump and look at me. "What the hell is going on between you two?" I ask.

"It's my fault," Greg says first. "It's because of what I did."

"What'd you do?" I turn to him, and notice he's getting angry.

"I left three years ago. Isn't that enough?"

"No." This isn't going to be good if he continues.

"It's all me, Catherine, not her."

"She's still holding a grudge, Greg." I look at her, watching her shift on the couch. She still hasn't said anything, and Greg won't shut up.

"I knew she was upset, and I pushed her anyway. It's my fault, okay? It's all my fault. So why doesn't everyone just pin their fucking problems on me and make yourselves all feel better. Oh, and I caused global warming, nuclear holocausts, Anthrax, control the weather, AND wrote the screenplay to Glitter! Are you happy now? I bet you could pin your entire case on me too!" Hodges walks in during Greg's peculiar rant, and Greg doesn't let him get away cleanly. "You have something you want to pin on me too, Hodges? Maybe if something goes wrong with Wendy you'll throw me under the bus, because that's all I'm fucking good for! Being everyone's beacon of hate!"

"You okay, Sanders?" Hodges asks softly. He's as shell shocked as the rest of us.

"Fucking peachy," he snaps. We all look at each other as he storms out. Hodges looks at Sara, then me.

"What the hell was that all about?"

"I don't know," I tell him. "Sara, what exactly happened at the scene?"

"We were fighting in the car, and it carried over in front of Sofia. Once we started processing, we were quiet. I apologized, he told me to forget it. He almost passed out on the scene, though. He said we were okay, Catherine."

"Wait, he almost passed out?"

"Yeah, low blood sugar…" Her voice trails off, and she jumps up, running out after Greg. We get to the locker room to find him on the floor, out cold.

"Greg!"

"Catherine, get him something to eat," Sara says. I nod, running back into the break room and grabbing him an apple. I come back in, and Sara has him sitting up against one of the lockers. I give him the apple, and he thanks me.

"When was the last time you ate?" I ask him.

"I think I had something at some point today," he replies, biting the apple.

"I told you to eat when we got back," Sara says.

"I forgot. I got caught up in the case." She shook her head.

"You're not going to be much help if you don't eat something more than an apple." He nods slowly. "We'll go grab something in a minute, okay?" He nods again, and I smile softly at her. She can be so maternal sometimes, it amazes me. "You dizzy? Hit your head at all?"

"No, I'm okay. I can get up." He stands and Sara helps him. They sit on the bench for a moment, and he sighs. "I'm pathetic."

"Don't start this again," I warn him.

"How's Hodges?" he asks.

"He's Hodges. He'll be fine."

"I don't know where that came from."

"Low blood sugar increases the tendency for aggression," Sara says. I nod.

"Well, I'm still sorry," he says.

"As long as you're okay, it's cool. Now, let's get some real food in you, okay?" He nods, and the two of them stand up and start to leave like there never was a problem between them. Almost like they had been before Greg left. I shrug. I just hope he'll be okay. Warrick comes up to me as I remain in the locker room, staring at where they had been.

"You okay?" he asks me softly.

"Fine," I reply. He looks at me critically.

"What's up?"

"I'm just worried about Greg."

"We all are."

"He almost passed out twice tonight."

"I'd heard that rumor. But Cath, you gotta trust he'll be okay. He needs to come to us. We can't badger him into taking our help." I nod, knowing he's right. I sigh.

"I just wish there was more we could do."

"Me too." He hugs me gently, and I return it. "He'll be okay. He'll come to us when he's ready."

"Yeah, but the waiting sucks. I know he's hurting, Warrick."

"Yeah, I see it too. But we can't rush him."

"Yeah, I know. I hope he's not getting sick again."

"What makes you think he is?"

"He almost passed out twice tonight. I know Sara said something about him not having eaten, but I don't know if that's it."

"Did he really flip out in the break room?" I nod. "I would bet Sara was right. Low blood sugar can make a person agitated."

"Yeah, I know."

"He eats, he'll be okay. He's stressed and trying to settle."

"What if that brings everything back?" I ask. He kisses me softly on the temple.

"Then we'll deal with it," he tells me. "Wondering what will happen isn't going to help with what is happening. You've gotta let things come, Cath, or you'll make yourself sick."

"Yeah, I guess."

I saw you going down
But you never realized
That you're drowning in the water
So I offered you my hand
Compassion's in my nature