Hmm…I hate the kind of 'ill' where you can't take tablets to get better. It sucks.
I think this story's got about another 7 chapters in it…. maybe more, maybe less, depending on how much I post at a time.
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"Hey Greg," Warrick announced as he moved into the lab; Greg, as usual, had his back to the door.
Recently, Greg hadn't said much to Warrick beyond information regarding cases. The temperature always seemed to drop if they both occupied the same room. Most of the team had tried to get some sort of amicable communication between them – most recently Sara – but it had failed.
It was more on Greg's part than Warrick's – although Warrick had fallen into the habit of saying the wrong things at the wrong time.
Warrick had been trying the approach Grissom suggested – 'give him time' – but that hadn't worked. In fact – the more space Warrick gave Greg – the more silent and cold Greg was toward him.
He didn't realise that Greg thought he was ignoring him.
Finally, Warrick had decided to adopt Sara's approach – act like nothing had happened – It was her final suggestion after weeks of trying.
"Hey," Greg said quietly in response, "– got those results," he said, his tone was uninterested, he simply passed them to Warrick and turned back to the paperwork he was filling in.
"That's it?" Warrick said, expectation in his voice.
"Sure. Why, did I miss something?" Greg said coolly, and sarcastically. At the moment – he didn't know were he stood with Warrick – one minute he was being all happy – next minute he was ignoring him.
"Hmm, its never this easy to get results." Warrick said with a smile, hoping to provoke a positive response from Greg.
"I don't have time for games Warrick," he said cruelly. Greg still believed that Warrick was playing mind games – that he was still sore about suggesting the operation.
Greg found it strange – he'd actually forgiven Warrick weeks ago – but every time he wanted to forgive him – he couldn't. He couldn't say the words. He was still trying to come to terms with what he had.
But every time Greg got into a conversation with Warrick – he seemed to get angry for no apparent reason.
He knew what he was doing. He was blaming him. He felt he needed someone to blame – and Warrick was an easy target – because he believed he'd done something wrong.
Warrick scowled – "Stop doing this to me man!" he yelled, frustrated. He knew that if Greg didn't have something wrong with him – he's probably have got a bit more physical.
"What?" Greg said, annoyed that Warrick hadn't taken the hint and left.
"Shutting me out. I just made a suggestion – and that was weeks ago." Warrick said, trying to rationalise the situation. He couldn't see why Greg would still be mad with him.
"I guess that's all it is to you." Greg said sadly, "A suggestion. This is my life, and this" He said, holding up his hand, "is what I am, I gotta except that." He continued, slightly bitter/
"I just wanted you better Greg, I just, don't know what to say to you, how to act around you." Warrick said in frustration – he was struggling to convey the way he felt – he just wanted things to be the way they were. This was too hard to do.
He hated fighting with a sick person.
"/Act/?" Greg spat out with distain, "/Act/ like you always have Warrick. You don't have to care about me," he yelled.
"I'm just a colleague." He continued quietly – in a near whisper.
"Don't make me say this, " Warrick started, wondering weather it was worth saying anything or not. He sighed heavily, before continuing; "I do care about you Greg – that's why I don't know what to say – I try, and I just seem to make things worse!" he exclaimed/
"I don't want you to act like anything Warrick –just be who you are." He said, probably more bitterly than he intended – because he didn't get the expected result.
"Fine – be like that." Warrick said, shaking his head and leaving. He'd tried.
Greg sighed, he was alone again. He didn't want Warrick to leave; he didn't want to turn him away.
He cursed silently.
Why did it have to be so hard to tell a person you forgive them?
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As always, please review.
I think this story's got about another 7 chapters in it…. maybe more, maybe less, depending on how much I post at a time.
As always, your reviews are greatly appreciated – other than keeping me writing – they keep me happy.
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"Hey Greg," Warrick announced as he moved into the lab; Greg, as usual, had his back to the door.
Recently, Greg hadn't said much to Warrick beyond information regarding cases. The temperature always seemed to drop if they both occupied the same room. Most of the team had tried to get some sort of amicable communication between them – most recently Sara – but it had failed.
It was more on Greg's part than Warrick's – although Warrick had fallen into the habit of saying the wrong things at the wrong time.
Warrick had been trying the approach Grissom suggested – 'give him time' – but that hadn't worked. In fact – the more space Warrick gave Greg – the more silent and cold Greg was toward him.
He didn't realise that Greg thought he was ignoring him.
Finally, Warrick had decided to adopt Sara's approach – act like nothing had happened – It was her final suggestion after weeks of trying.
"Hey," Greg said quietly in response, "– got those results," he said, his tone was uninterested, he simply passed them to Warrick and turned back to the paperwork he was filling in.
"That's it?" Warrick said, expectation in his voice.
"Sure. Why, did I miss something?" Greg said coolly, and sarcastically. At the moment – he didn't know were he stood with Warrick – one minute he was being all happy – next minute he was ignoring him.
"Hmm, its never this easy to get results." Warrick said with a smile, hoping to provoke a positive response from Greg.
"I don't have time for games Warrick," he said cruelly. Greg still believed that Warrick was playing mind games – that he was still sore about suggesting the operation.
Greg found it strange – he'd actually forgiven Warrick weeks ago – but every time he wanted to forgive him – he couldn't. He couldn't say the words. He was still trying to come to terms with what he had.
But every time Greg got into a conversation with Warrick – he seemed to get angry for no apparent reason.
He knew what he was doing. He was blaming him. He felt he needed someone to blame – and Warrick was an easy target – because he believed he'd done something wrong.
Warrick scowled – "Stop doing this to me man!" he yelled, frustrated. He knew that if Greg didn't have something wrong with him – he's probably have got a bit more physical.
"What?" Greg said, annoyed that Warrick hadn't taken the hint and left.
"Shutting me out. I just made a suggestion – and that was weeks ago." Warrick said, trying to rationalise the situation. He couldn't see why Greg would still be mad with him.
"I guess that's all it is to you." Greg said sadly, "A suggestion. This is my life, and this" He said, holding up his hand, "is what I am, I gotta except that." He continued, slightly bitter/
"I just wanted you better Greg, I just, don't know what to say to you, how to act around you." Warrick said in frustration – he was struggling to convey the way he felt – he just wanted things to be the way they were. This was too hard to do.
He hated fighting with a sick person.
"/Act/?" Greg spat out with distain, "/Act/ like you always have Warrick. You don't have to care about me," he yelled.
"I'm just a colleague." He continued quietly – in a near whisper.
"Don't make me say this, " Warrick started, wondering weather it was worth saying anything or not. He sighed heavily, before continuing; "I do care about you Greg – that's why I don't know what to say – I try, and I just seem to make things worse!" he exclaimed/
"I don't want you to act like anything Warrick –just be who you are." He said, probably more bitterly than he intended – because he didn't get the expected result.
"Fine – be like that." Warrick said, shaking his head and leaving. He'd tried.
Greg sighed, he was alone again. He didn't want Warrick to leave; he didn't want to turn him away.
He cursed silently.
Why did it have to be so hard to tell a person you forgive them?
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