Greg looked at his watch. It was almost seven o' clock in the morning. Almost time to go home.
What am I going to do at home? Greg thought to himself, and rolled his eyes. At least here he was forced to have some human contact.
He looked around the lab. Grissom's door was shut now, and it appeared everyone else was going to work overtime since no one was there and it was almost time to go home. He sat down and looked into the distance, at nothing. A song came on the radio, but he barely heard it. He started to put his jacket on and felt the hole in his stomach, slowly growing bigger as each day went by.
Sadly, Greg suddenly realized it: he had no purpose.
At least, that's what he felt like. Like if he were to die today, he wouldn't be remembered for anything.
He knew he was overreacting. He knew there were people who cared about him, but the terrible feeling of loneliness was always there, calling him in the night.
Greg sighed and slid off his chair. Kept with his desolate thoughts, he pulled his jacket on in preparation to leave.
Catherine and Warrick walked through the front doors, just as Grissom was finally leaving his office. They ran into each other and Warrick acknowledged Grissom with a small wave and left but Catherine stopped in her tracks, causing Grissom to stop.
"Gil," She said, and he looked off the top of his glasses into her eyes.
"Yes?" He asked quizzically.
"Have you noticed Greg lately?" Catherine asked. Grissom noted her maternal concern and smiled inwardly.
"It depends on what you mean." Grissom said.
"He is so sad. He seems so... so empty, lately. He reminds me of someone."
Grissom remained silent.
"I think you know who I am talking about, Gil. Now that you can hear, you don't seem to isolate yourself so much."
"Catherine..."
"I'm worried about Greg, Gil."
Grissom sighed and took his glasses off to help emphasize his professionalism, "I can't help Greg if he feels sad unless he asks, Catherine. He is an adult. Besides..." Grissom turned to watch Greg.
Through the glass, Greg could be seen smiling at something Warrick was saying.
"Catherine, I think you're worrying too much." He smiled, silently grateful that was over with. Catherine just smiled a little.
"You never seemed to care that much about me!" Grissom joked, and left before Catherine could whisper:
"Yes, Gil," She whispered, "I did."
A/N: The previous is purely plutonic between Catherine and Grissom, sorry for those shippers!
"If men are from Mars, then why don't they go home?"
