Greg managed to put his lab coat on, but with great difficulty. His back felt stiff; it was either a symptom, or a sign that sleeping in a chair is not good for your back.
What little sleep he had.
Agonising on whether to tell them. Whether it was worth it or not.
He closed his eyes. He couldn't hide it forever. This was a lab; and they were CSI's. But it wouldn't make it any easier.
Greg had decided to tell them before shift. Originally, he was going to wait until after, but this way, they would have time to….adjust.
He had no-idea how they would react. Grissom hadn't even flinched, but that's the way Grissom was. He kept his emotions in check. Most of the time.
The other CSI's were a different matter. Numerous times he'd seen them go to pieces on a case.
Would they treat him like a case? Would they simply deal with him as far as they had to, then ignore him? Would they still want to work with him?
Questions. Scenarios. Greg tried to work everything out in his mind.
But like experiments, theory can only take you so far.
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"Sara, Warrick, you have a suspicious death," Grissom announced, passing Warrick a case folder.
"What are you doing then?" Catherine questioned, looking up from her case file. Grissom had assigned everyone a case except himself. It didn't surprise her; these days, he hardly worked cases at all.
"Paperwork," Grissom said grimly, having to fill in financial request forms for human resources was not what he signed up for.
There was a small series of taps at the door, followed by Greg entering.
"Hey Greg," Nick called, on Greg's entrance. Greg just took a small glance at him, then returned his gaze to Grissom.
Catherine mouthed, "what's up?" to Nick, who shrugged in bewilderment.
"Is it ok if I talk to everyone?" Greg asked Grissom seriously.
Grissom's face held a moment of confusion before he realised. Greg was going to do something he couldn't; admit to the team that he had a problem.
Grissom's expression softened, "sure," he said simply, and sat down with the rest of the team.
"I have an announcement to make," he said shakily. He was so nervous. He'd thought of all the different ways of telling him, the best one still being; 'get to the point.'
"Are you pregnant?" Nick joked, but he received no smiles, everyone's eyes were focused attentively on Greg.
"Erm, no. I have Parkinson's disease." He admitted, voice still wavering.
He waited for the response.
Silence.
Nicks mind reeled from his previous comment; 'He isn't going to forgive me for that, is he?'
He's going to get better, isn't he?
Sara looked to the door. No giggling lab techs; this had to be real. Then her stare moved from Greg to Grissom. He didn't seem shocked. He knew. Grissom knew.
This couldn't be real. Not Greg.
Warrick felt rage. Rage that something like this could happen to someone so young. He felt so frustrated; if someone had hurt Greg, he could do something.
Greg's a fighter – he'll beat this.
Catherine regarded him. She felt sick. First the explosion; something she felt responsible for, now this.
Greg's too young for this.
Grissom felt overwhelming admiration for Greg. He'd 'bitten the bullet' so to speak. His pity fell on both Greg and his team.
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Thanks for the reviews – you guys are to kind! I also want to say thanks to the people who've put this story [and me!] on their fav's list.
Don't worry – I will go further into what the CSI's are feeling. Much further.
What little sleep he had.
Agonising on whether to tell them. Whether it was worth it or not.
He closed his eyes. He couldn't hide it forever. This was a lab; and they were CSI's. But it wouldn't make it any easier.
Greg had decided to tell them before shift. Originally, he was going to wait until after, but this way, they would have time to….adjust.
He had no-idea how they would react. Grissom hadn't even flinched, but that's the way Grissom was. He kept his emotions in check. Most of the time.
The other CSI's were a different matter. Numerous times he'd seen them go to pieces on a case.
Would they treat him like a case? Would they simply deal with him as far as they had to, then ignore him? Would they still want to work with him?
Questions. Scenarios. Greg tried to work everything out in his mind.
But like experiments, theory can only take you so far.
*(-)*
"Sara, Warrick, you have a suspicious death," Grissom announced, passing Warrick a case folder.
"What are you doing then?" Catherine questioned, looking up from her case file. Grissom had assigned everyone a case except himself. It didn't surprise her; these days, he hardly worked cases at all.
"Paperwork," Grissom said grimly, having to fill in financial request forms for human resources was not what he signed up for.
There was a small series of taps at the door, followed by Greg entering.
"Hey Greg," Nick called, on Greg's entrance. Greg just took a small glance at him, then returned his gaze to Grissom.
Catherine mouthed, "what's up?" to Nick, who shrugged in bewilderment.
"Is it ok if I talk to everyone?" Greg asked Grissom seriously.
Grissom's face held a moment of confusion before he realised. Greg was going to do something he couldn't; admit to the team that he had a problem.
Grissom's expression softened, "sure," he said simply, and sat down with the rest of the team.
"I have an announcement to make," he said shakily. He was so nervous. He'd thought of all the different ways of telling him, the best one still being; 'get to the point.'
"Are you pregnant?" Nick joked, but he received no smiles, everyone's eyes were focused attentively on Greg.
"Erm, no. I have Parkinson's disease." He admitted, voice still wavering.
He waited for the response.
Silence.
Nicks mind reeled from his previous comment; 'He isn't going to forgive me for that, is he?'
He's going to get better, isn't he?
Sara looked to the door. No giggling lab techs; this had to be real. Then her stare moved from Greg to Grissom. He didn't seem shocked. He knew. Grissom knew.
This couldn't be real. Not Greg.
Warrick felt rage. Rage that something like this could happen to someone so young. He felt so frustrated; if someone had hurt Greg, he could do something.
Greg's a fighter – he'll beat this.
Catherine regarded him. She felt sick. First the explosion; something she felt responsible for, now this.
Greg's too young for this.
Grissom felt overwhelming admiration for Greg. He'd 'bitten the bullet' so to speak. His pity fell on both Greg and his team.
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Thanks for the reviews – you guys are to kind! I also want to say thanks to the people who've put this story [and me!] on their fav's list.
Don't worry – I will go further into what the CSI's are feeling. Much further.