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Greg just wanted to disappear from the face of the planet. His day had gone from bad to worse. And when he had thought things possibly couldn't get any worse, he had hit somebody else's car, because he had been wrapped up in his problems. He really didn't belong on the job. Deciding that he had to face the music, he got out of the car, just hoping he hadn't hit a police car or Ecklie's Mercedes. He hadn't. He had backed into Sara's car. She had already gotten out of her car. He walked over to her, steeling himself for what was to come.

"Are you ok?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just a dent in the car." She inspected the damage. The rear door was dented, where he had hit it. It looked like it needed a quite expensive repair, but that wasn't really important. At least, Sara hadn't been hurt.

"I'm sorry, I  ... I just didn't look out. I'm really sorry" Sara just looked at him. He had tried to hide his nervousness, but it was no use.

"Greg, are you all right?" Sara asked finally.

"I'm fine. Really."

"No, you aren't. You're barely getting a sentence together, plus you're shaking." There she had said it. It was out in the open.

She eerily reminded Greg of Grissom. Noticing everything and quickly putting it all together. It was a replay of earlier this day. But this time, no lying, he decided. He had told enough lies for one day. Besides Sara wouldn't buy it anyways.

"I'm sorry, I'm not myself today. I'm feeling a bit off." He didn't look up.

"More than a bit. What is it? The explosion?"

"I don't really know, I have been thinking about it a lot. The explosion started it all, I started thinking about my life and .... I just need a change of perspective, do something else" he was reluctant to tell her why he really felt that bad. He wasn't sure whether he should tell Sara about his petty problems with his life. It probably didn't even interest her.

"Hey, could you maybe just move it. You're blocking the driveway", some guy was yelling in their direction. He sounded angry. They had completely forgotten that they were standing in the middle of the drive way of the parking lot, Sara's car effectively blocking the way.

"I'm sorry. Sara called. "I'm going to park the car again. I'll be back right away" She added in Greg's direction.

Greg could have easily run off, while Sara was busy parking. Hell, he had run away from more things today. But he stayed, standing right were he was.

"Some people do care, Greg, even if you don't believe that."

"Right" he was bitter, the conversation dragged his dark musings from the days at the hospital back to the surface. "It's not like I blame others. It's my fault. I'm not up to it." Nothing left to ruin, he might as well be honest. If he really wanted to sort his life out, that's where he had to start.

"Greg, people do like you and they would miss you if you'd quit." She could see that Greg wasn't buying it. After a pause she said: "You just have to look out"

It was like a light when on his head. In spite of being an emotional mess, his intellect was still up and running. It fit together. However if he was wrong he would make a total idiot out of himself. For once he actually cared about that. But what the heck, this was probably his last day on the job.

"The card?" he asked.

"Yep", Sara nodded.

"You wrote the card." Greg was flabbergasted.

Note: I'm almost done. Anyone still reading? Thanks to Elina for pointing pointing out my whacky grammar and spelling. I hope it's better now. I'm not a native speaker of English, so do tell me if I make mistakes.