its been a little bit, but here is the next part, enjoy:)
Greg stops in front of his childhood home and pulls his keys out of the ignition. He had just finished a 6 hour car drive from Las Vegas, and he was certainly ready to spend the rest of the night relaxing. The only thing he had brought with him was a few days clothes because the contents of his apartment wouldn't be arriving for a few days.
The day after he had told Catherine he was going to leave him and Sarah began, what would become three days, to pack all of his things. He liked the conversations they had, most of the time. Sarah told him what is was like to live with Gil and well they had been doing. How happy she was he was finally doing something for himself.
But she had also wanted to talk about Greg's problems, a subject he liked to avoid. She told him he should tell his parents while he lived so close. He actually hadn't told his parents about Nick, he had been afraid that if he had they would have insisted he stayed in Vegas longer. He would, if they asked, say he knew who the CSI was, but didn't know him personally. And he knew if they knew the truth it would crush them because he was there only child, and he knew they wanted him to get married someday.
His last day at the lab went smoothly, he got assigned to do some out of field work for the day, which he didn't mind. And after shift Catharine dragged him to the break room, literally. And surprised him with a cake in scribed with Good Luck! And even though he was sad to be leaving, he had told everyone he would stay in touch and had been very excited. Catharine had told him she didn't find him replacement quite yet. She had to decide who to take out of the lab and into field work, and then to hire a new lab tech.
He hops out of the car, landing unsteadily, since it had been three hours since he last stood. Deciding to get his clothes later he walks through the lawn to the front door, but a voice stops half way" Greg!" ,he looks around to see a man coming toward him.
"Hi?" he says, confused. As the man reaches him.
"you cant say you don't recognize me now," the man says, smiling and taking his hand in a firm grasp, "it's John, from High School."
"John?" he squints and looks at him. He has changed a lot since High School, "what are you doing now?" he asks.
"Nothing much, just got my masters," he says, "Living with the folks, couldn't afford my own place, your mom told me you were coming home soon,"
"Yeah," Greg says, rubbing his neck.
"You doing fine?" he asks.
"Yeah, why do you ask?"
"I don't know," he says shrugging, "You left Vega and all, there must a been reason," he pauses, "the death would have gotten to me, I never understood why you chose what you did,"
"yeah," Greg says vaguely, "Can we talk later, I want to…uh get inside,"
"sorry, I'll let you go," John says, "Talk to you later?" he nods and walks away, Greg watches him leave until the door slams behind him.
He sighs and walks up the two or three steps to the door, and knocks.
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