Different tactics
Chapter 29: Admittance
A/N: I am eventually going to finish this. This was originally the second-to-last chapter but now I'm not sure. I need to stop my brain from coming up with more ideas or this will turn into the never-ending story.
"How's he doing?" Sara asked quietly as she stepped into the room. Grissom looked from Greg to her and motioned her over. "He looks so peaceful. Like he's really just sleeping and hasn't been through any of this shit. This is all my fault. I'm handing in my resignation in the morning."
"You will do no such thing," Grissom growled softly, as not to wake the sleeping young men. "This is in no way your fault Sara. You did what you thought was best in the situation. Just because it didn't turn out like you expected doesn't mean you're at fault. I think you need to talk to Greg once he wakes up. I'm positive that he doesn't blame you. You ended this whole nightmare."
"I'll believe it when Greg tells me that he doesn't blame me," Sara glanced at the sleeping lab tech briefly before turning back to face her boss. "But I don't see how he can forgive me. I shot him Griss. He trusted me to protect him and that's why he came in the building. I shot him."
"It'll be all right Sara," Grissom took one of her hands in his and squeezed it.
***About an hour later***
"Grissom? Nick?" Greg opened his eyes slowly, blinking in the light. He saw Nick sleeping on a cot a few feet away and Grissom and Sara quietly talking a few feet on the other side of his bed. He called out louder this time and got their attention. They were at his side in a flash.
"Feeling any better Kid?" Grissom asked, helping Greg sit up a little. He quickly looked the kid over and found that he was looking better. More colour had returned to his cheeks and he didn't need as much help to sit up as he did last time.
"A little better," Greg admitted. He looked around again and frowned when he didn't see any food. He knew he had slept through lunch but that didn't mean he wasn't hungry. "Did they take away my lunch tray?"
"I let them," Grissom replied. "It was getting cold. I told them I'd run out and get you something to eat once you woke up. So what would you like? You're not on any restrictions."
"A bacon cheeseburger," Greg grinned at his boss. Grissom smiled back and began to leave. He turned around and gave Sara a look that Greg couldn't read, Then he was gone.
"Greg, we need to talk," Sara told him, hesitation and dread in her voice. Greg could see the reluctance in Sara's eyes and knew whatever she was going to say was serious. "I don't know how to start but you need to know this. When we were in that room and the shooting started, Nigel Crane never had the chance to pull the trigger on his gun."
A/N: I am eventually going to finish this. This was originally the second-to-last chapter but now I'm not sure. I need to stop my brain from coming up with more ideas or this will turn into the never-ending story.
"How's he doing?" Sara asked quietly as she stepped into the room. Grissom looked from Greg to her and motioned her over. "He looks so peaceful. Like he's really just sleeping and hasn't been through any of this shit. This is all my fault. I'm handing in my resignation in the morning."
"You will do no such thing," Grissom growled softly, as not to wake the sleeping young men. "This is in no way your fault Sara. You did what you thought was best in the situation. Just because it didn't turn out like you expected doesn't mean you're at fault. I think you need to talk to Greg once he wakes up. I'm positive that he doesn't blame you. You ended this whole nightmare."
"I'll believe it when Greg tells me that he doesn't blame me," Sara glanced at the sleeping lab tech briefly before turning back to face her boss. "But I don't see how he can forgive me. I shot him Griss. He trusted me to protect him and that's why he came in the building. I shot him."
"It'll be all right Sara," Grissom took one of her hands in his and squeezed it.
***About an hour later***
"Grissom? Nick?" Greg opened his eyes slowly, blinking in the light. He saw Nick sleeping on a cot a few feet away and Grissom and Sara quietly talking a few feet on the other side of his bed. He called out louder this time and got their attention. They were at his side in a flash.
"Feeling any better Kid?" Grissom asked, helping Greg sit up a little. He quickly looked the kid over and found that he was looking better. More colour had returned to his cheeks and he didn't need as much help to sit up as he did last time.
"A little better," Greg admitted. He looked around again and frowned when he didn't see any food. He knew he had slept through lunch but that didn't mean he wasn't hungry. "Did they take away my lunch tray?"
"I let them," Grissom replied. "It was getting cold. I told them I'd run out and get you something to eat once you woke up. So what would you like? You're not on any restrictions."
"A bacon cheeseburger," Greg grinned at his boss. Grissom smiled back and began to leave. He turned around and gave Sara a look that Greg couldn't read, Then he was gone.
"Greg, we need to talk," Sara told him, hesitation and dread in her voice. Greg could see the reluctance in Sara's eyes and knew whatever she was going to say was serious. "I don't know how to start but you need to know this. When we were in that room and the shooting started, Nigel Crane never had the chance to pull the trigger on his gun."