Sorry for any errors in the last chapter – I didn't proof read.
I think there is going to be 2 more chapters after this.
Note: I have no idea if any references have been made to the type of property Greg has. So if I mess up, I'm sorry.
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Sara frantically rushed round the lab; looking for Greg. She was checking each room – she wasn't going to miss him. She was determined to check in on him – even force him to stay with her for the night – go to the movies or something.
Do something to make him see life is worth living.
All the time she'd spent gathering fresh evidence; she was thinking of Greg. She did try and get away early, but Grissom had insinuated that she was showing lack of commitment. She hated that; it was like an ultimate hold on her.
If someone said she wasn't showing 100% - she was determined to prove them wrong.
She just hoped that her stubbornness hadn't caused any adverse problems with Greg.
She didn't want him to feel that she'd abandoned her.
Then again, he might have been more considerate if she actually told him she was worried about Greg.
She probably should have told Grissom something. But she couldn't. She couldn't tell him anything, because she wasn't too sure about what had happened.
The conversation with Greg happened so quickly, and now seemed so hazy. Like a dream you thought you'd had.
Anyway, it was more about what he looked like, than what he actually said.
He looked so desolate. So lost.
So empty.
She checked the AV lab, to find that Warrick was using the facilities to play a PS2 game against Archie.
"Men." She muttered in a disgruntled tone before leaving.
Sara shook her head, and continued looking as she heard the distant cry of, 'hey, no fair – Sara made me jump – and I missed.' It seemed unreal – how sperate people were in the lab.
You assume when something was wrong – other people would /feel/ it – like a family. But they didn't. Things continued.
She stopped for a moment, and shuddered; remembering.
This frantic search reminded her of something.
It was like the time she was following grissom before the explosion…
…And the sickening thought occurred that Greg had done something.
She began to run…
…Only to run into a blonde also not looking where she was going.
"Watch where you're going!" Sara exclaimed angrily, staring menacingly at Libby. She pursed her lips, and stared at the blonde.
"I wasn't the only one not watching where I was going," she rebuked, using a hand to smooth out some imaginary creases. She wasn't going to be pushed around anymore.
She was fed up of the people at the lab shouting at her. They all seemed to do it. Grissom, Greg, Cath… Just because she was new, and not as experienced as everyone, didn't mean they could push her around.
Sara was about to respond with a sarcastic comment based around a blonde joke, but decided against it. Her priority for now, as Greg. She just gave Libby an irked look, then brushed by her to continue looking.
"If you're looking for Greg…" a quiet voice cam from behind her.
Sara turned, and paced toward the lab tech.
"Where is he?" Sara demanded.
Libby was taken aback by this domineering tone, "He left, he said he didn't feel well." She stuttered, not realising why it was so important.
"How long ago?"
"About…well, about two hours ago," Libby answered.
"Right," Sara said, placing her hands on her hips, trying to think of the right thing to do, "when Grissom gets back to the lab, tell him…wait, forget that. Don't tell him anything. Let him see what it's like to be ignored." She said scornfully, before turning on her heels.
But before she could leave, Libby grabbed her arm in a firm grasp.
Libby saw her chance. Sara was vulnerable – and desperate to find Greg. Now may be her only chance to find out some answers, "Sara, I know you hate me, I know half the lab does. Just tell me what's wrong with him, maybe if I knew I coul-"
Sara pulled her arm free of Libby's grasp,
"He has Parkinson's. Happy?" She said bitterly, making a mental note to make sure that Libby suffered for her inquisitive tendencies.
Libby watched Sara leave. She was actually stunned. She didn't realise that Greg was that ill; she had seen him shake, but most people in the lab seemed to, especially around the coffee machine.
Even though she didn't know him well, even the thought of a person having something like that made her feel sad. She didn't know much about Parkinson's – she knew that it was serious and usually ended up killing a person.
She realised that her behaviour had probably made things worse.
'Chalk one-up for non-blondes' she thought silently.
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Sara ran to her Tahoe. She felt compelled to check on him. She hated thinking that Greg was capable of hurting himself.
But she kept seeing that look on his face.
And his words echoed in her mind.
She tried phone – no answer. She silently cursed as she ran a red light. It was lightly raining – crating a fine mist on the windshield, which blurred the harsh lights in the Las Vegas darkness.
She got to the block of executive flats – and ran up the stairs – which was no mean feat – It was a high-rise – and Greg's flat was almost on the top floor. She'd only been here once before – when she offered to give Greg a lift into work.
She got to his flat and knocked.
No answer.
She frantically started looking round. She was worried – should she have told Grissom? Should she phone the police? Should she try and break-in?
A voice broke into her indecisive thoughts.
"You looking for sanders?" the voice said, she looked round to see someone who looked like a doctor – he was wearing a rain jacket over green scrubs, which were lightly spattered in blood.
"Yeah, you seen him?" She said, trying not to show too much concern, after all, she was only assuming he was a doctor, and that blood was from a patient, he could be anyone.
"Well, I saw him about an hour ago – before I was called back to the ER, you know how work is…"
"Yeah" she said interrupting him quickly, she didn't want his life story – she just wanted to know what he knew about Greg.
The guy saw that Sara looked in a hurry, "he was heading up there –" he said, indicating to another stairwell, "– only thing up there is the roof."
Sara's eyes widened with fear, she ran with shear terror for the stairs…
'God, Greg, Please say you haven't done anything stupid…Please…'
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Cliffhanger? Maybe. It's all a matter of perception.
To the reader, it's a cliffhanger.
To the writer; it's merely a plot device/chapter end. Hee.
Please review. [Sorry again for any errors – if I proof read – I end up taking all the emotion out]
I think there is going to be 2 more chapters after this.
Note: I have no idea if any references have been made to the type of property Greg has. So if I mess up, I'm sorry.
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Sara frantically rushed round the lab; looking for Greg. She was checking each room – she wasn't going to miss him. She was determined to check in on him – even force him to stay with her for the night – go to the movies or something.
Do something to make him see life is worth living.
All the time she'd spent gathering fresh evidence; she was thinking of Greg. She did try and get away early, but Grissom had insinuated that she was showing lack of commitment. She hated that; it was like an ultimate hold on her.
If someone said she wasn't showing 100% - she was determined to prove them wrong.
She just hoped that her stubbornness hadn't caused any adverse problems with Greg.
She didn't want him to feel that she'd abandoned her.
Then again, he might have been more considerate if she actually told him she was worried about Greg.
She probably should have told Grissom something. But she couldn't. She couldn't tell him anything, because she wasn't too sure about what had happened.
The conversation with Greg happened so quickly, and now seemed so hazy. Like a dream you thought you'd had.
Anyway, it was more about what he looked like, than what he actually said.
He looked so desolate. So lost.
So empty.
She checked the AV lab, to find that Warrick was using the facilities to play a PS2 game against Archie.
"Men." She muttered in a disgruntled tone before leaving.
Sara shook her head, and continued looking as she heard the distant cry of, 'hey, no fair – Sara made me jump – and I missed.' It seemed unreal – how sperate people were in the lab.
You assume when something was wrong – other people would /feel/ it – like a family. But they didn't. Things continued.
She stopped for a moment, and shuddered; remembering.
This frantic search reminded her of something.
It was like the time she was following grissom before the explosion…
…And the sickening thought occurred that Greg had done something.
She began to run…
…Only to run into a blonde also not looking where she was going.
"Watch where you're going!" Sara exclaimed angrily, staring menacingly at Libby. She pursed her lips, and stared at the blonde.
"I wasn't the only one not watching where I was going," she rebuked, using a hand to smooth out some imaginary creases. She wasn't going to be pushed around anymore.
She was fed up of the people at the lab shouting at her. They all seemed to do it. Grissom, Greg, Cath… Just because she was new, and not as experienced as everyone, didn't mean they could push her around.
Sara was about to respond with a sarcastic comment based around a blonde joke, but decided against it. Her priority for now, as Greg. She just gave Libby an irked look, then brushed by her to continue looking.
"If you're looking for Greg…" a quiet voice cam from behind her.
Sara turned, and paced toward the lab tech.
"Where is he?" Sara demanded.
Libby was taken aback by this domineering tone, "He left, he said he didn't feel well." She stuttered, not realising why it was so important.
"How long ago?"
"About…well, about two hours ago," Libby answered.
"Right," Sara said, placing her hands on her hips, trying to think of the right thing to do, "when Grissom gets back to the lab, tell him…wait, forget that. Don't tell him anything. Let him see what it's like to be ignored." She said scornfully, before turning on her heels.
But before she could leave, Libby grabbed her arm in a firm grasp.
Libby saw her chance. Sara was vulnerable – and desperate to find Greg. Now may be her only chance to find out some answers, "Sara, I know you hate me, I know half the lab does. Just tell me what's wrong with him, maybe if I knew I coul-"
Sara pulled her arm free of Libby's grasp,
"He has Parkinson's. Happy?" She said bitterly, making a mental note to make sure that Libby suffered for her inquisitive tendencies.
Libby watched Sara leave. She was actually stunned. She didn't realise that Greg was that ill; she had seen him shake, but most people in the lab seemed to, especially around the coffee machine.
Even though she didn't know him well, even the thought of a person having something like that made her feel sad. She didn't know much about Parkinson's – she knew that it was serious and usually ended up killing a person.
She realised that her behaviour had probably made things worse.
'Chalk one-up for non-blondes' she thought silently.
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Sara ran to her Tahoe. She felt compelled to check on him. She hated thinking that Greg was capable of hurting himself.
But she kept seeing that look on his face.
And his words echoed in her mind.
She tried phone – no answer. She silently cursed as she ran a red light. It was lightly raining – crating a fine mist on the windshield, which blurred the harsh lights in the Las Vegas darkness.
She got to the block of executive flats – and ran up the stairs – which was no mean feat – It was a high-rise – and Greg's flat was almost on the top floor. She'd only been here once before – when she offered to give Greg a lift into work.
She got to his flat and knocked.
No answer.
She frantically started looking round. She was worried – should she have told Grissom? Should she phone the police? Should she try and break-in?
A voice broke into her indecisive thoughts.
"You looking for sanders?" the voice said, she looked round to see someone who looked like a doctor – he was wearing a rain jacket over green scrubs, which were lightly spattered in blood.
"Yeah, you seen him?" She said, trying not to show too much concern, after all, she was only assuming he was a doctor, and that blood was from a patient, he could be anyone.
"Well, I saw him about an hour ago – before I was called back to the ER, you know how work is…"
"Yeah" she said interrupting him quickly, she didn't want his life story – she just wanted to know what he knew about Greg.
The guy saw that Sara looked in a hurry, "he was heading up there –" he said, indicating to another stairwell, "– only thing up there is the roof."
Sara's eyes widened with fear, she ran with shear terror for the stairs…
'God, Greg, Please say you haven't done anything stupid…Please…'
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Cliffhanger? Maybe. It's all a matter of perception.
To the reader, it's a cliffhanger.
To the writer; it's merely a plot device/chapter end. Hee.
Please review. [Sorry again for any errors – if I proof read – I end up taking all the emotion out]