Here is the GregOC you have patiently been waiting for, as well as somthing I got from that board they have for fallen cops, just a little more personal, hop you like it, RRSVP.
Greg walked into the break room after a tough case. He looked around and saw that only Shelby was in the room. He looked around and saw the shadow boxes that had been put up over a year and a half ago, with small donations from everyone in the lab. The two boxes hung beneath a black plaque. The plaque was etched in it with gold words, it read 'For our missing colleagues and friends we will remember, and the search shall never cease.'
Both of the boxes held the same thing inside, only for different people. They both had a picture of two beautiful women, a short paragraph about each woman, and the nametag from their windbreakers; one said Sidle, the other, Willows.
Greg just stood there, staring at their pictures. They looked so happy, completely unaware of their fates. Slowly, Greg walked closer to the boxes, to read what had been writing on them with sharpies whenever people were alone in the room. He stopped when he was close enough to read them. Most of them said about the same thing, and it was almost impossible to tell who had writing them. Most of it said stuff along the lines of We miss you. The lab just isn't the same. The search will never stop. However, on both of them there was one thing that was identical, only in two different handwritings, and everybody knew who wrote them, they both said I love you to.
He looked back around and walked over to the couch that Shelby was sitting on, and burst into tears, the lab really wasn't the same. People didn't talk as much, and there was an eriy silence that had settled over the lab. Everybody had retreated into his or her own shell, and only two people could bring them out again.
Shelby moved over to Greg and grabbed his hand. He looked up and stared into her blue eyes. They had mesmerized him when he had first looked into them, they had a cream color that was wrapped around the pupil, and seemed to bleed out into the ocean blue. He smiled at her, and blinked his tears away; she had that effect on him.
When she was sure that he had stopped crying she stood up and started to walk away.
"Shelby, wait," he called out to her, then continued when she stopped and turned to face him. "Do you want to go to din, breakfast with me?" he asked.
"Sure, I would like that," she replied, with a smile forming on her face, before turning and leaving the room, and a grinning Greg.