Part Six
Greg
Author's notes: Sorry this took so long, I've been horribly sick these past few days and could barely muster the strength to walk down the stairs let alone finish this story off. But here I am. Well, Greg is the POV in this one. As you know, he has emotional attachment to the case so it might get a little angsty. Also, things between Sara and Grissom heat up.
Thanks: Thanks goes again to Katie and Tash, who helped me by reviewing this fic before it even got posted on fanfiction.net Thanks goes to everyone who reviewed the fic while I was still in the midst of doing. I would not have kept writing it if you hadn't. Also, thanks to Siren for the information on the knife. Ack, how many times did I change the wording in this story to make sure I didn't say "kill" or "murder", etc. Thanks for being so perceptive :)
I hope I end this to all of your likings. Also, I'm not sure if Gil Grissom really IS a claustrophobic but I decided to take a chance.
Enjoy.
I was finally allowed to go visit Kortnee in the hospital. The doctors told me her condition was stabilized, and that she should be returning home in matter of weeks. Home now, however, wasn't much of anything at all. Desiree was still pretty beat up about the whole thing. She was being questioned about not letting go of any information during her questioning, even though she knew her boyfriend did it. I knew the answer, it was easy.
He was more than abusive, he was a psychotic murderer. If he was willing to stab her little sister just because she broke up with him, imagine what he'd do to the rest of her family, or her, if she got him arrested for attempted murder? His cold eyes kept returning to my memory, the look of burning hatred he had released the night Desiree's parents had told him she was longer allowed to see him.
It was a whole issue of power, for him. Even though Brian beat Dessy, she still didn't want to see him go. He convinced her that he owned her, that he had complete control over everything in her life. And she had told herself that was OK, until he stabbed her little sister.
I went over to the hospital that night with Jessica, not really sure of what I was going to say to Kortnee. "Chances are she'll be sleeping." Jessica said to me as we drove, her fingers switching the radio station.
I nodded. "I hope not," Was all I could manage before turning my head so she wouldn't see my tears. "I miss her." My voice was shaky.
She smiled slightly and rested her hand on my wrist. "We all do." She said. "Especially Desiree..." she paused for a second, sighing and resting her head against the window. "I just thank God every day that she's still alive. And that they're putting that jerk-off Brian Dawson in juvey, at least."
"Was the worst punishment they could manage for someone so young," I said, reassuring her that my colleagues had done everything in their power to make this guy pay for what he had done.
"Right." She said absent-mindedly, fingering the outline of the trees on the window.
We arrived at the hospital and I shut off the engine of my car, running to the other side just in time to open the door for Jessica. She giggled. "You're such a gentleman," she gushed, and hugged me. I sighed, basking in the comfort of where I stood. Glad nothing had happened to her. Glad that Kortnee was still alive.
It's funny how when you lose something, that's when you really realize how much it meant to you. I've spent the past two years taking advantage of Jessica's wonderful family, the comfort of them, the safety of them. Going over there for dinner as often as I could, playing Scrabble with her parents and Barbies with her sisters.
The night after Kortnee was stabbed I stayed home. Sat in front of the television, ate a dinner of macaroni and cheese and cried shamelessly while watching Brian's Song. (I only kept it at my apartment for when Jessica came over, obviously) I didn't want to go over to the Wallace's because I was afraid that the scenario that I had seen so often there would be shattered. But the truth is, seeing all of them crying in front of the fireplace, holding each other. That would have done me a whole lot of good. I would have realized that although I was extended family, I was still family. And that these wonderful people had so graciously let me into their family with open arms. And that I was lucky. Oh God, was I ever lucky.
"Greg?" A light voice floated around me. "Greeeg?" I woke up to see Catherine's concerned face staring at me.
"Wha-?" I jerked my whole body till I was standing. "Did I fall asleep?"
"It sure seems that way." Catherine answered, smirking. "How long were you at the hospital last night?"
"Oh, I don't know. Two, three?" I rubbed my eyes and looked at her, smiled a bit. "Anything you wanted?"
"Yeah. Find Gil. I've been looking for him all night." She answered, grabbing her results from the printer and walking off. "And for pete's sake, go home and get some sleep."
I grinned in spite of myself, then walked out of the room and into the hallway. Looking around, I tried to figure out which way to look first. "All right, if I was Grissom, where would I hide...?"
A voice came from behind me. "Well, definitely not the closet, since I'm a claustrophobic." I turned around and giggled nervously.
"Grissom!" I saw he was with Sara. They were holding hands. Well, this situation certainly wasn't getting any less awkward. "Right, well, I'll just go tell Catherine I've found you.."
"No need for that, Greg." Catherine said from the doorway to the break room.
"Does everyone just love to scare me?!" I asked, breathless. I held a hand to my chest and sighed heavily.
"Sorry Greg." Sara apologized genuinely, but grinned in what I thought to be delirious happiness.
"Did you get my DNA results for the new case?" Grissom asked, slowly walking to the lab.
"Yeah." I said. "I forget what they were though." I blinked a couple times and yawned. "Can I go home now?" I pleaded.
"Sure." Grissom said. "I don't see why not. Just be here bright and early tomorrow morning, this is a big case and we're going to need your help."
"Right." I said, and started to pack my things and get ready to leave.
Grissom gave Sara a quick kiss and left with Catherine. Sara stayed, standing above me. I could feel her eyes boring into the back of my head. Her breath was soft and even. "Greg?" I looked up.
"Thanks for all your help with this case. Even though you were emotionally attached you didn't let your feelings get the better of you." She smiled, almost shy. Like she was nervous. "That's what every good CSI wishes they could say about themselves."
I was flattered, but I didn't let it show. I only grinned and put my arm around her shoulders as we walked to the door. "So Sara, how did this whole thing with Grissom start?"
Greg
Author's notes: Sorry this took so long, I've been horribly sick these past few days and could barely muster the strength to walk down the stairs let alone finish this story off. But here I am. Well, Greg is the POV in this one. As you know, he has emotional attachment to the case so it might get a little angsty. Also, things between Sara and Grissom heat up.
Thanks: Thanks goes again to Katie and Tash, who helped me by reviewing this fic before it even got posted on fanfiction.net Thanks goes to everyone who reviewed the fic while I was still in the midst of doing. I would not have kept writing it if you hadn't. Also, thanks to Siren for the information on the knife. Ack, how many times did I change the wording in this story to make sure I didn't say "kill" or "murder", etc. Thanks for being so perceptive :)
I hope I end this to all of your likings. Also, I'm not sure if Gil Grissom really IS a claustrophobic but I decided to take a chance.
Enjoy.
I was finally allowed to go visit Kortnee in the hospital. The doctors told me her condition was stabilized, and that she should be returning home in matter of weeks. Home now, however, wasn't much of anything at all. Desiree was still pretty beat up about the whole thing. She was being questioned about not letting go of any information during her questioning, even though she knew her boyfriend did it. I knew the answer, it was easy.
He was more than abusive, he was a psychotic murderer. If he was willing to stab her little sister just because she broke up with him, imagine what he'd do to the rest of her family, or her, if she got him arrested for attempted murder? His cold eyes kept returning to my memory, the look of burning hatred he had released the night Desiree's parents had told him she was longer allowed to see him.
It was a whole issue of power, for him. Even though Brian beat Dessy, she still didn't want to see him go. He convinced her that he owned her, that he had complete control over everything in her life. And she had told herself that was OK, until he stabbed her little sister.
I went over to the hospital that night with Jessica, not really sure of what I was going to say to Kortnee. "Chances are she'll be sleeping." Jessica said to me as we drove, her fingers switching the radio station.
I nodded. "I hope not," Was all I could manage before turning my head so she wouldn't see my tears. "I miss her." My voice was shaky.
She smiled slightly and rested her hand on my wrist. "We all do." She said. "Especially Desiree..." she paused for a second, sighing and resting her head against the window. "I just thank God every day that she's still alive. And that they're putting that jerk-off Brian Dawson in juvey, at least."
"Was the worst punishment they could manage for someone so young," I said, reassuring her that my colleagues had done everything in their power to make this guy pay for what he had done.
"Right." She said absent-mindedly, fingering the outline of the trees on the window.
We arrived at the hospital and I shut off the engine of my car, running to the other side just in time to open the door for Jessica. She giggled. "You're such a gentleman," she gushed, and hugged me. I sighed, basking in the comfort of where I stood. Glad nothing had happened to her. Glad that Kortnee was still alive.
It's funny how when you lose something, that's when you really realize how much it meant to you. I've spent the past two years taking advantage of Jessica's wonderful family, the comfort of them, the safety of them. Going over there for dinner as often as I could, playing Scrabble with her parents and Barbies with her sisters.
The night after Kortnee was stabbed I stayed home. Sat in front of the television, ate a dinner of macaroni and cheese and cried shamelessly while watching Brian's Song. (I only kept it at my apartment for when Jessica came over, obviously) I didn't want to go over to the Wallace's because I was afraid that the scenario that I had seen so often there would be shattered. But the truth is, seeing all of them crying in front of the fireplace, holding each other. That would have done me a whole lot of good. I would have realized that although I was extended family, I was still family. And that these wonderful people had so graciously let me into their family with open arms. And that I was lucky. Oh God, was I ever lucky.
"Greg?" A light voice floated around me. "Greeeg?" I woke up to see Catherine's concerned face staring at me.
"Wha-?" I jerked my whole body till I was standing. "Did I fall asleep?"
"It sure seems that way." Catherine answered, smirking. "How long were you at the hospital last night?"
"Oh, I don't know. Two, three?" I rubbed my eyes and looked at her, smiled a bit. "Anything you wanted?"
"Yeah. Find Gil. I've been looking for him all night." She answered, grabbing her results from the printer and walking off. "And for pete's sake, go home and get some sleep."
I grinned in spite of myself, then walked out of the room and into the hallway. Looking around, I tried to figure out which way to look first. "All right, if I was Grissom, where would I hide...?"
A voice came from behind me. "Well, definitely not the closet, since I'm a claustrophobic." I turned around and giggled nervously.
"Grissom!" I saw he was with Sara. They were holding hands. Well, this situation certainly wasn't getting any less awkward. "Right, well, I'll just go tell Catherine I've found you.."
"No need for that, Greg." Catherine said from the doorway to the break room.
"Does everyone just love to scare me?!" I asked, breathless. I held a hand to my chest and sighed heavily.
"Sorry Greg." Sara apologized genuinely, but grinned in what I thought to be delirious happiness.
"Did you get my DNA results for the new case?" Grissom asked, slowly walking to the lab.
"Yeah." I said. "I forget what they were though." I blinked a couple times and yawned. "Can I go home now?" I pleaded.
"Sure." Grissom said. "I don't see why not. Just be here bright and early tomorrow morning, this is a big case and we're going to need your help."
"Right." I said, and started to pack my things and get ready to leave.
Grissom gave Sara a quick kiss and left with Catherine. Sara stayed, standing above me. I could feel her eyes boring into the back of my head. Her breath was soft and even. "Greg?" I looked up.
"Thanks for all your help with this case. Even though you were emotionally attached you didn't let your feelings get the better of you." She smiled, almost shy. Like she was nervous. "That's what every good CSI wishes they could say about themselves."
I was flattered, but I didn't let it show. I only grinned and put my arm around her shoulders as we walked to the door. "So Sara, how did this whole thing with Grissom start?"