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Note: I'm nearly finished with the story now, I've long debated how to continue it end it since I had three different idea.. Sorry for the small chapters, but I think it makes it easier to read. Also sorry, it doesn't really stick to the format of the show that much. But, after all, it's just fiction.
Catherine herself looked quite dishevelled, even Greg noticed that. Normally Catherine was always cool and impeccably looking. She didn't look like she was in the mood to talk to anyone. But since he had to speak to Grissom urgently, Greg still asked her.
"Do you know where Grissom is?"
"He's on not in. He's on leave, he'll be back in a couple of days." Catherine's answer avoided his question. Greg didn't know whether it was because of him or because of whatever personal issues Catherine was having. He suspected that it was having something to do with the test she had asked him to run. And Grissom taking leave, apparently everyone was now having personal issues.
"Can I do something for you?" Catherine asked him, apparently she had noticed that he was looking quite unwell.
Catherine was the last person he wanted to talk to now, so he simple said:
"No, it's ok." The third lie of the day. He hurried off, not sure what to do now. Nothing had changed. He felt like he couldn't stay in for one more minute. His head seemed to be on the verge of imploding. Was he going crazy? He was seriously starting to question his sanity today. How could it ever have come that far? He didn't understand how his life could have gone to hell within one week. Maybe it had started earlier, he just had not noticed that before. He needed to get out, now.
He didn't even bother changing out of his lab coat before he left the building. It was always busy, so he managed to get into the parking lot without running into anyone who asked questions. It took him several tried to unlock the door of his car. His hands had a life of their own. Finally have gotten the keys into the lock, he climbed into his car.
Okay, what now? His head didn't fell like it was going to implode right away anymore. He had gotten out of his immediate predicament, but the big picture hadn't really improved. He was still stuck in a job he couldn't do and a life that wasn't really his. Going home was not an appealing prospect. He would feel less nervous there, but there, he was always reminded of this strange life that was apparently his. It was just too much today. He hoped that tomorrow he would be able to see more clearly. He was going to straighten things out, he knew that.
He realized that he couldn't sit in his car here forever, a few people passing by had already given him a funny looks
Before he ever had a chance to put any plan into motion, metal hit metal. He had backed into another car. His back made painful contact with the car seat. Great, he thought, just what I needed.
