Hmm…I suppose the humour in the last chapter could be construed as 'shippy, but that's just my kind of wit.
I want to thank everyone for the kind reviews they keep giving me. TY!
Short chapter, but I think we need another insight into Greg's mind
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Greg smiled as he placed the last mug in the cupboard, and heard the dull thud of plastic as one mug collided with another.
Plastic did have its advantages.
He felt satisfied.
He wasn't going to let this beat him. He could adapt. Adaptation wasn't defeat; it was just changing the plan of attack, equalling the odds.
But it wasn't the only reason he smiled. He smiled because Sara didn't shy away from him. She treated him like before. She didn't see him as an obstacle.
He assumed she would react badly, maybe freak out and leave him there. He was happy she stood up for him at the mall; a very Sidle thing to do.
He really liked her. He wasn't sure if it was much more than that; but it didn't matter now. He felt bad enough inflicting this on her as a friend.
Anything more would be cruel.
In a way, he was glad he had kept the number of people with knowledge of his condition to a minimum. Yes, he knew he couldn't hide it forever, but he needed time to adapt to.
He gritted his teeth at the thought of telling his family; he didn't want to hurt them. And anyway, he didn't contact them often, so what use was burdening them with something they wouldn't realise anyway?
He would inform them, in his own time. When he was ready and comfortable with his situation. Yes, they had a right to know, but he a right to decide on the time frame.
He sighed. He hated being alone – all his thoughts gathered up, and he felt he couldn't silence them. Too many 'what, ifs.'
What if the diagnosis was wrong?
What if he had got checked out sooner?
What if the medication didn't work?
What happened if the symptoms decide to progress more rapidly?
He remembered when the problems first started, about his thoughts between the tests; he went from believing he was going to die, to believing it was nothing.
He wanted to reach back, prepare himself for this. Prepare himself for the depression, other peoples reactions, his own reaction.
But there was no going back. They're never is. But maybe that was a good thing. Being able to adapt to a situation showed strength and control.
He caught his reflection in the kitchen window, and looked at himself.
Really looked. His face, his hair, his expression.
'This is the face of a guy who has Parkinson's' he thought. His solemn expression changed into a smile.
'This is the face of a cute guy who has Parkinson's.' He grinned. He was grateful that at heart, he had humour. Humour and friends would get him through this. Well…humour, friends, and a couple of tablets a day.
But then his mind's focus shifted back to work. The lab. His job.
He feared it.
But not because of the people. He was beginning to realise; like him, they would need time, more time than he previously thought. And they were good people, the faced hardship everyday – and they still returned. They'd cope.
And he knew he had one person on his side.
Maybe two; but with Grissom, who can tell?
His fear, instead, was focused on the tasks he had to perform at work.
Dropping a mug full of glass full of liquid is nothing in comparison to dropping a test tube of evidence. With one tremor, you could let a guilt man walk free.
But people have 'accidents' all the time, right?
Not even a lab tech minus a neurological condition was foolproof.
But he knew he was a liability.
But then again; who at the lab wasn't?
Sara stays awake for days on end, and rape cases get to her.
Cath's headstrong, and child abuse cases affect her badly.
Nick has a history with prostitutes.
Warrick was a gambler.
Grissom…well, even cases get to him, and he bends departmental procedures.
They're all human. Well, he assumed Grissom was human. It wouldn't surprise him if he had bug DNA in him.
Just because his condition was slightly more debilitating didn't make a bigger problem, just more obvious.
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A/N: OT – Don't watch, "The league of extraordinary gentlemen" – it's a very, very bad film coming to a cinema near you. [But that's in my opinion; which I suppose doesn't count for much]
I want to thank everyone for the kind reviews they keep giving me. TY!
Short chapter, but I think we need another insight into Greg's mind
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Greg smiled as he placed the last mug in the cupboard, and heard the dull thud of plastic as one mug collided with another.
Plastic did have its advantages.
He felt satisfied.
He wasn't going to let this beat him. He could adapt. Adaptation wasn't defeat; it was just changing the plan of attack, equalling the odds.
But it wasn't the only reason he smiled. He smiled because Sara didn't shy away from him. She treated him like before. She didn't see him as an obstacle.
He assumed she would react badly, maybe freak out and leave him there. He was happy she stood up for him at the mall; a very Sidle thing to do.
He really liked her. He wasn't sure if it was much more than that; but it didn't matter now. He felt bad enough inflicting this on her as a friend.
Anything more would be cruel.
In a way, he was glad he had kept the number of people with knowledge of his condition to a minimum. Yes, he knew he couldn't hide it forever, but he needed time to adapt to.
He gritted his teeth at the thought of telling his family; he didn't want to hurt them. And anyway, he didn't contact them often, so what use was burdening them with something they wouldn't realise anyway?
He would inform them, in his own time. When he was ready and comfortable with his situation. Yes, they had a right to know, but he a right to decide on the time frame.
He sighed. He hated being alone – all his thoughts gathered up, and he felt he couldn't silence them. Too many 'what, ifs.'
What if the diagnosis was wrong?
What if he had got checked out sooner?
What if the medication didn't work?
What happened if the symptoms decide to progress more rapidly?
He remembered when the problems first started, about his thoughts between the tests; he went from believing he was going to die, to believing it was nothing.
He wanted to reach back, prepare himself for this. Prepare himself for the depression, other peoples reactions, his own reaction.
But there was no going back. They're never is. But maybe that was a good thing. Being able to adapt to a situation showed strength and control.
He caught his reflection in the kitchen window, and looked at himself.
Really looked. His face, his hair, his expression.
'This is the face of a guy who has Parkinson's' he thought. His solemn expression changed into a smile.
'This is the face of a cute guy who has Parkinson's.' He grinned. He was grateful that at heart, he had humour. Humour and friends would get him through this. Well…humour, friends, and a couple of tablets a day.
But then his mind's focus shifted back to work. The lab. His job.
He feared it.
But not because of the people. He was beginning to realise; like him, they would need time, more time than he previously thought. And they were good people, the faced hardship everyday – and they still returned. They'd cope.
And he knew he had one person on his side.
Maybe two; but with Grissom, who can tell?
His fear, instead, was focused on the tasks he had to perform at work.
Dropping a mug full of glass full of liquid is nothing in comparison to dropping a test tube of evidence. With one tremor, you could let a guilt man walk free.
But people have 'accidents' all the time, right?
Not even a lab tech minus a neurological condition was foolproof.
But he knew he was a liability.
But then again; who at the lab wasn't?
Sara stays awake for days on end, and rape cases get to her.
Cath's headstrong, and child abuse cases affect her badly.
Nick has a history with prostitutes.
Warrick was a gambler.
Grissom…well, even cases get to him, and he bends departmental procedures.
They're all human. Well, he assumed Grissom was human. It wouldn't surprise him if he had bug DNA in him.
Just because his condition was slightly more debilitating didn't make a bigger problem, just more obvious.
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A/N: OT – Don't watch, "The league of extraordinary gentlemen" – it's a very, very bad film coming to a cinema near you. [But that's in my opinion; which I suppose doesn't count for much]