Follow the evidence
Chapter 11: This special friendship
"You need anything?" Nick asked his friend as Greg sat down on the couch. Once Greg shook his head negatively Nick sat down beside him. He knew the younger man was worried about Jordan and wished Grissom and the others would find him soon. "They're going to find him Greggo. JB probably ran after the guy and is watching him. I'm sure he's fine."
"What about the hair I was analyzing?" Greg's expression was hopeful as he looked over at the CSI. "The machine had just finished when I was attacked. Grissom was sure that it was the killer's hair. We have to call to remind them that the results are ready."
"The results and the rest of the evidence pertaining to the case are gone," Nick said reluctantly. He hated watching his friend's hopeful expression fall into one of despair and guilt but Greg would be mad if he wasn't told. "It's not your fault Greg. You were attacked from behind. None of us blame you or even for a second thought that this was your fault so neither should you."
"But if I had ducked when JB told me to then maybe our evidence would still be there," Greg retorted but his tone indicated that he was beginning to believe Nick. "If I had ducked then JB wouldn't be missing right now and we might have the killer behind bars."
"If you hadn't ducked then maybe the person who attacked you would have hurt you even worse," Nick pointed out and knew from Greg's expression that the lab tech hadn't considered that possibility. "You were lucky today Greg."
"I don't feel very lucky," Greg yawned and shifted positions so he was more comfortable. He hated the medicine the doctor had given him because it made his tired and he hated the sling because he couldn't move his arm. He heard Nick chuckle softly and turned to glare at his friend. "You find this funny?"
"I think you should go to bed before you fall asleep down here," Nick stood up then helped Greg to his feet. The younger man swayed for a moment before Nick steadied him and then they made their way upstairs.
Nick grinned to himself once he was back downstairs. Greg would be a handful for the next few days as he knew how much the younger man hated relying on other people. Nick jumped slightly, breaking out of his thoughts, when his cell phone rang.
"Nicky here," Nick said into the cell. "Hey Griss. Greg's asleep. Just a few minutes ago. No I don't need to sit down. What's wrong? You found JB? That's great. What do you mean no it's not great?"
"You need anything?" Nick asked his friend as Greg sat down on the couch. Once Greg shook his head negatively Nick sat down beside him. He knew the younger man was worried about Jordan and wished Grissom and the others would find him soon. "They're going to find him Greggo. JB probably ran after the guy and is watching him. I'm sure he's fine."
"What about the hair I was analyzing?" Greg's expression was hopeful as he looked over at the CSI. "The machine had just finished when I was attacked. Grissom was sure that it was the killer's hair. We have to call to remind them that the results are ready."
"The results and the rest of the evidence pertaining to the case are gone," Nick said reluctantly. He hated watching his friend's hopeful expression fall into one of despair and guilt but Greg would be mad if he wasn't told. "It's not your fault Greg. You were attacked from behind. None of us blame you or even for a second thought that this was your fault so neither should you."
"But if I had ducked when JB told me to then maybe our evidence would still be there," Greg retorted but his tone indicated that he was beginning to believe Nick. "If I had ducked then JB wouldn't be missing right now and we might have the killer behind bars."
"If you hadn't ducked then maybe the person who attacked you would have hurt you even worse," Nick pointed out and knew from Greg's expression that the lab tech hadn't considered that possibility. "You were lucky today Greg."
"I don't feel very lucky," Greg yawned and shifted positions so he was more comfortable. He hated the medicine the doctor had given him because it made his tired and he hated the sling because he couldn't move his arm. He heard Nick chuckle softly and turned to glare at his friend. "You find this funny?"
"I think you should go to bed before you fall asleep down here," Nick stood up then helped Greg to his feet. The younger man swayed for a moment before Nick steadied him and then they made their way upstairs.
Nick grinned to himself once he was back downstairs. Greg would be a handful for the next few days as he knew how much the younger man hated relying on other people. Nick jumped slightly, breaking out of his thoughts, when his cell phone rang.
"Nicky here," Nick said into the cell. "Hey Griss. Greg's asleep. Just a few minutes ago. No I don't need to sit down. What's wrong? You found JB? That's great. What do you mean no it's not great?"