A/N: Gonna keep this short and sweet. This is a sappy little song chappy about Greg being all sad and depressed and junk. LOL i mean...I wouldn't want to give it away or anything. So... Enjoy! Oh! And just and FYI () that is the difference between a dream and reality. Also the dreams will be in italics too...ENJOY!
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Greg walked into the small quiet apartment and put his keys on the table. He threw his jacket over a chair and headed toward the bedroom. He sat on the bed and put his head in his hands. He felt so alone and he didn't know what to do. One thing still plagued him. How to tell Sam about the baby. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to cry.
He laid down and turned to Sam's side of the bed. He burried his face in her pillow and cried. He could smell her. The sweet smell of vanilla flooded his nostrils. He knew she was okay, but he still missed her. He missed her laugh. And the smile that was always on her face. And no matter what, it could make anyone feel better. He thought of how her world would be shattered when he told her she had miscarried a baby. Their baby. He cried harder until he eventually cried himself to sleep.
I
had a dream last night
That you weren't in my life
It felt so
real
That
I Woke up reachin' for you baby I would walk this earth
What would I do, if ever I lost
you
I would sail the seas
I
would climb the highest mountain
Get down on my knees
And
pray for a miracle
God bring her back tome
That's what I'd
do
But it was just a dream, just a dream
Greg opened his eyes and sat up slowly. His apartment was different. Everything, from the walls to the furniture, was white. Suddenly he turned and Catherine was standing there. She walked to him and sat next to him on the bed.
"Catherine? What's going on? What are you doing here? I thought you were staying with Sam and Lindsey."
"Lindsey's gone Greg. You know that, you were there with me when it happened." She said as tears rolled down her cheeks. He looked her over, her black dress contrasting with the room.
"What? You told me Lindsey was fine. What happened?"
"I don't want to talk about it anymore. Come on, we had better go before we're late."
"Late for what? Where are we going?"
"Greg, you have to remember. I can't see how you or anyone could forget a funeral Greg."
"Catherine, what are you-"
"God, I don't think I can take much more. First Lindsey's yesterday and now Sam's. I just don't think I can do it Greg."
"Wait, Sam is fine. The doctor told me himself that she would be fine."
"Greg, I know you don't want to believe it, but you have to accept the fact that Sam is gone."
"No! This can't be right!" Greg screamed as he stood up and ran outside calling for Sam. He turned around and suddenly he was in a cemetary. He turned again and out of nowhere, Catherine was there again.
"Come on Greg, let's go." She said taking his hand.
Greg looked around at the scenery. The gloomy sky thundered lightly. Greg looked up at the clouds and closed his eyes as the wind blew the leaves around him. He looked straight ahead and saw a crowd of people huddled around a grave site. As he moved closer, the moved apart to let him through. He walked between them and saw two tombstones. One had a small mound of dirt where a casket had just been burried, and the other still had the casket above ground.
Greg moved closer to the stones and the smaller one had an angel across the top, positioned on it's side with the face turning upward. Catherine knelt in front of it and placed a teddy bear and flowers at the base. He read it and cringed.
LINDSEY ELIZABETH WILLOWS
SEPT. 18 1996 - SEPT. 27 2003
BELOVED DAUGHTER
Greg turned and saw Grissom come up behind Catherine and place a hand on her shoulder. He looked at Greg coldly... acusingly. Greg turned to the casket. Across from him, he saw Nick, Warrick, and a bunch of his other coworkers. He knew them, but he felt like he had never seen them before. He walked closer to the casket and looked at the top. There was a large boquet of orange roses on top. 'Sam always liked orange roses' he thought to himself as he reached the casket.
There was a picture, but the wind had blown it over. Greg reached for it, almost afraid to look. He turned it over and he could swear his heart stopped. It was his favorite picture of Sam. It was taken when they were on a picnic with the rest of the team. She looked so beautiful. Her dazzling smile took his breath away just like the first time he saw her. Her bright blue childlike eyes taking in anyone and everyone who saw them. Her long blonde hair had fallen perfectly around her shoulders to make the picture even more perfect.
Without realizing it, he dropped the picture and the glass fame shattered. Catherine placed a hand on his shoulder, but he shrugged her away. He walked around to the head end of the casket and he saw her freshly prepared tombstone. It too had an angel at the top, but it was sitting on the edge in the top left corner. Greg felt a lump form in his throat as he read the engraving.
SAMANTHA LYNN CARTER
MARCH 6 1978 - SEPT. 28 2003
BELOVED FRIEND AND SISTER
Greg felt his knees collapse under him and he fell hard to the ground. He started screaming at the top of his lungs wishing he could go back in time.
"Why? Why couldn't you just have taken me instead? They were so beautiful and you took them away! Why God? I would have gladly taken her place! For both of them!" He yelled as loud as he could. He cried more than he ever had. "God please! Bring her back! Bring them back and make this all go away!" Greg pleaded, knowing it was not at all possible. He stood up and turned around. Standing there was Grissom and Catherine. But Catherine looked different. Her gentle, caring, comforting eyes had changed... to hatred.
"How could you? You killed my baby! You killed my best friend! After all the kindness we have all shown you, you did this? How could you?" Catherine yelled slapping him in the face.
"Catherine, I swear I never meant for any of this to happen. Please, you have to believe me." Greg said as he started to cry.
"You killed two people I cared about more than anything, how could I ever trust you?" Catherine said turning away from him.
Greg turned and started to walk away from the cemetary. He walked about ten blocks when he came to his apartment. He went inside and laid on the bed. He closed his eyes and a terrifying image of Sam's face flashed in his mind. Her face was all cut up and bruised, much worse than it looked when he left her at the hospital. Again it flashed in his mind and she whispered his name. And he heard a glass shater.
Greg shot up and opened his eyes, breathing heavily. He looked down and saw that he had knocked the glass of water from the bedside table. He lifted up the bottom of his shirt and wiped the sweat from his neck and head. He quickly reached for his cell phone to cell Catherine.
"Willows."
"Catherine? How is Sam? And Lindsey, is she okay?"
"Yeah, they're fine. Greg what happened? You sound kind of freaked out."
"I just had a bad dream, that's all."
"Are you gonna be alright? Do you need me to come over?"
"No. No I'm fine. How long ago did the doctor give Sam her medicine?"
"A few hours ago. You still have a bit of time left, but I think to be safe you should be here in about 45 minutes."
"Okay, I have to go. I have to do a few things before I head back. Thanks Catherine."
"No problem Greg. I'll see you soon."
"Okay, bye." Greg sighed with relief as he hung up the phone. "It was just a dream." Greg said to himself as he placed the phone back on the bedside table.
Never
before, have I
Felt so much relief inside
Till I opened my
eyes
And you, were lying there beside me baby
What would I do,
if I ever lost you?
I
would walk this earth
I would sail the seas
I would climb the
highest mountain
Get down on my knees
And
pray for a miracle
God bring her back to me
That's what I'd
do
But it was just a dream, just a dream
He got up to pick up the glass and finish cleaning himself up before heading back to the hospital.
Greg stepped into the hot shower, and his mind began to runing away from him. He absent-mindedly turned the water up to make it hotter. He didn't care if he burned himself. He was too far away to feel it. A million things ran through his mind. He ran through his head how he was going to tell Sam about the baby. He suddenly thought of something he hadn't thought of before. She couldn't trust him, and he didn't know why. She couldn't trust him enough to tell him about the possibility of her being pregnant. He had to find out why. But he knew if he handled it badly when they did talk about it, their relationship could be ruined forever.
And
thank God that's all it was I would walk this earth
But it proved to me how much
I love
you, and without you, what would I do?
I would sail the seas
I would climb the highest mountain
Get
down on my knees
And pray for a miracle
God bring her back to
me
That's what I'd do
But it was just a dream, just a dream
Suddenly as he was getting dressed he got an idea. He wanted Sam to really know how much he cared about her and loved her and how much he could take care of her, from the moment she woke up. He wanted her to know she could trust him and tell him anything no matter what. He got up all of the sudden and grabbed various things for Sam, for when she woke up. He had work to do before she woke up. He quickly grabbed his coat and headed for the hospital.
It was just a dream
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A/N: DUN DUN DUN! LOL So is anyone still with me? Is anyone confused? Just let me know by review or email what you are confused about and I will be happy to fill you in. And for everyone else, I hope y'all liked it and the next chappy might be already there. If not, I don't know when I will be able to post it. Anywhoo, just so I don't get sued... the bold words are the lyrics to 'Just a Dream' performed by Jimmy Wayne. Just incase anyone is interested. I tried to fit the lyrics in where I thought they would best fit...I mean this song gave me the idea for the chappy so I had to put it in. Tell me what y'all think! Anywhoo I hope everyone liked it! Plz R&R!
Sweet Jorja
