~~~ Well, it could have been sappier than this, but then I'm
afraid i would take to tears myself. ~~~
Greg sat in his living room in front of the TV in complete darkness and watched old videos recorded when he was still in high school.
A girl with a black suit and a black top hat was sitting on the hood of a red Ferrari with a guitar in her lap, trying desperately to keep a straight face as she was singing to the camera.
She was so beautiful, so alive with her waist-long copper hair dancing in the wind and her emerald green eyes practically sparkling.
A mischief-maker of rank now rotting away in the morgue, a once so alive woman now surrendered to darkness, so virile, would now move no more.
To tell the truth he wanted more than anything to put a gun to his head and pull the trigger. He felt downright scared at the thought of having to go on without her.
He watched as she gave the camera the finger. He turned the volume way up.
"Greg, not now. You have to go." He words were harsh, but her voice was full of laughter. "Please, dad has got a business associate over for dinner. If he sees you..." She laughs. "And for God's sake put your pants back on because those boxers... damn!"
He laughed, but felt like he could string himself up in a rope. It was like he had lost a large piece of himself.
This person on the tape, the one now lying on a brink in the cold, dark morgue had been everything for him, a friend, a therapist, a soul mate. She had danced with him in a fountain in town, she had taken a road trip with him, given him advice when it came to dating, learned him how to kiss.
But they had never been lovers. They had respected and cared too much about their platonic love to risk everything on something so risky as that.
Greg continued to stare at the screen. It was like this was a terrible joke, this couldn't be true.
But if it were, if she really was gone and he would never see her again he didn't want to live anymore.
Everything that mattered was ripped away from him, he would never be able to touch her, to hold her, to hear her laugh, to go to her when he had been dumped and needed a comforting word, he could no longer seek her advice, no longer hear her voice.
"God!" He sunk into a fetal position on the floor. The pain inside was unbearable. His heart, his very soul ached.
Finally, which was for the best, he fell asleep as he lay. After being awake for almost 36 hours.
***
Sara decided to pay her friend a little visit to see how he was doing. Hearing about what had happened two nights ago she felt a stab of pain on Greg's behalf and thought he needed some comfort.
When she got to his apartment she found it alarmingly quiet. A look on the door told her that it was unlocked. She pushed the door open. "Greg?" she called into the silence.
She didn't get any reply, but she could hear a woman laughing so she stepped into the living room. What she found there was more than a little shocking.
On the floor in front of the TV was a living dead Greg watching an old tape of a woman.
"Greg?"
He made no sign he was aware of having her there.
She rushed over to his side and took a look at him before she took the remote control and turned off the tape just as the woman was doing a little dance.
Greg blinked at the screen, his eyes bloodshot, his hair a mess, his chin stubby and he looked like he hadn't eaten since Adam and Eve fell from grace.
"Greg?"
"She's not coming back, is she?"
"No, Greg, she's not." She patted his back. "She's not." She tried to pull him to her, but he resisted.
He looked at her like she was a stranger.
Sara thought fast. She had one trumph card and she needed to play it although that could mean trouble. "Grissom needs you back to work." This was not true, she was not sent to get him back, but she knew that work was probably the best diversion for him right now.
"Ok." He got up and walked away like a zombie.
Sara just hoped Grissom wouldn't kill her for this. She saw the picture on the table and picked it up. It was old, High school perhaps. Judging by the way she held around him from behind, protectively, and the way they smiled to the camera told her that these two had always been close.
"Oh, Greg" she sighed.
***
Grissom looked up as he saw Greg approach him. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "I specifically told you to take a few days off."
"Sara said that you needed me." Greg was suddenly overwhelmed by another strange feeling. He felt a large lump in his throat because he was being rejected.
Grissom chewed on it for a while. "It couldn't hurt."
"Was it an accident?"
"Greg..."
"Just tell me."
"This is off the record."
Greg nodded.
"I'm afraid that we have to rule this one an accident. I have a gut feeling it's not since the doctors over at the hospital are deliberately not speaking to us. But we don't have enough evidence."
Greg stared at him in disbelief. "If it's murder you can't just let this lie!"
Nick rounded the corner just after Greg's little outburst. "We're working on it. If it really is a murder we'll nail the bastard. You have my word."
Greg seemed ok with this and just walked into the lab. But once inside he suddenly pictured the explosion right here and then he fantasized about the one in the hospital. And he sunk down onto the chair.
She had been right by his side in the hospital room in every vacant moment, tending his wounds and just being there for him.
He remembered the shocked expression when she had first seen him there, then the concern and the way she had run her fingers gently next to his wounds.
She told him that she had been so scared when she had found out, she had been beside herself with worry, she would personally see to his recovery and that she loved him more than anything.
He never got the chance to tell her that he felt the same.
~~~ I swear there will be a bit lighter in the next chapter ~~~
Greg sat in his living room in front of the TV in complete darkness and watched old videos recorded when he was still in high school.
A girl with a black suit and a black top hat was sitting on the hood of a red Ferrari with a guitar in her lap, trying desperately to keep a straight face as she was singing to the camera.
She was so beautiful, so alive with her waist-long copper hair dancing in the wind and her emerald green eyes practically sparkling.
A mischief-maker of rank now rotting away in the morgue, a once so alive woman now surrendered to darkness, so virile, would now move no more.
To tell the truth he wanted more than anything to put a gun to his head and pull the trigger. He felt downright scared at the thought of having to go on without her.
He watched as she gave the camera the finger. He turned the volume way up.
"Greg, not now. You have to go." He words were harsh, but her voice was full of laughter. "Please, dad has got a business associate over for dinner. If he sees you..." She laughs. "And for God's sake put your pants back on because those boxers... damn!"
He laughed, but felt like he could string himself up in a rope. It was like he had lost a large piece of himself.
This person on the tape, the one now lying on a brink in the cold, dark morgue had been everything for him, a friend, a therapist, a soul mate. She had danced with him in a fountain in town, she had taken a road trip with him, given him advice when it came to dating, learned him how to kiss.
But they had never been lovers. They had respected and cared too much about their platonic love to risk everything on something so risky as that.
Greg continued to stare at the screen. It was like this was a terrible joke, this couldn't be true.
But if it were, if she really was gone and he would never see her again he didn't want to live anymore.
Everything that mattered was ripped away from him, he would never be able to touch her, to hold her, to hear her laugh, to go to her when he had been dumped and needed a comforting word, he could no longer seek her advice, no longer hear her voice.
"God!" He sunk into a fetal position on the floor. The pain inside was unbearable. His heart, his very soul ached.
Finally, which was for the best, he fell asleep as he lay. After being awake for almost 36 hours.
***
Sara decided to pay her friend a little visit to see how he was doing. Hearing about what had happened two nights ago she felt a stab of pain on Greg's behalf and thought he needed some comfort.
When she got to his apartment she found it alarmingly quiet. A look on the door told her that it was unlocked. She pushed the door open. "Greg?" she called into the silence.
She didn't get any reply, but she could hear a woman laughing so she stepped into the living room. What she found there was more than a little shocking.
On the floor in front of the TV was a living dead Greg watching an old tape of a woman.
"Greg?"
He made no sign he was aware of having her there.
She rushed over to his side and took a look at him before she took the remote control and turned off the tape just as the woman was doing a little dance.
Greg blinked at the screen, his eyes bloodshot, his hair a mess, his chin stubby and he looked like he hadn't eaten since Adam and Eve fell from grace.
"Greg?"
"She's not coming back, is she?"
"No, Greg, she's not." She patted his back. "She's not." She tried to pull him to her, but he resisted.
He looked at her like she was a stranger.
Sara thought fast. She had one trumph card and she needed to play it although that could mean trouble. "Grissom needs you back to work." This was not true, she was not sent to get him back, but she knew that work was probably the best diversion for him right now.
"Ok." He got up and walked away like a zombie.
Sara just hoped Grissom wouldn't kill her for this. She saw the picture on the table and picked it up. It was old, High school perhaps. Judging by the way she held around him from behind, protectively, and the way they smiled to the camera told her that these two had always been close.
"Oh, Greg" she sighed.
***
Grissom looked up as he saw Greg approach him. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "I specifically told you to take a few days off."
"Sara said that you needed me." Greg was suddenly overwhelmed by another strange feeling. He felt a large lump in his throat because he was being rejected.
Grissom chewed on it for a while. "It couldn't hurt."
"Was it an accident?"
"Greg..."
"Just tell me."
"This is off the record."
Greg nodded.
"I'm afraid that we have to rule this one an accident. I have a gut feeling it's not since the doctors over at the hospital are deliberately not speaking to us. But we don't have enough evidence."
Greg stared at him in disbelief. "If it's murder you can't just let this lie!"
Nick rounded the corner just after Greg's little outburst. "We're working on it. If it really is a murder we'll nail the bastard. You have my word."
Greg seemed ok with this and just walked into the lab. But once inside he suddenly pictured the explosion right here and then he fantasized about the one in the hospital. And he sunk down onto the chair.
She had been right by his side in the hospital room in every vacant moment, tending his wounds and just being there for him.
He remembered the shocked expression when she had first seen him there, then the concern and the way she had run her fingers gently next to his wounds.
She told him that she had been so scared when she had found out, she had been beside herself with worry, she would personally see to his recovery and that she loved him more than anything.
He never got the chance to tell her that he felt the same.
~~~ I swear there will be a bit lighter in the next chapter ~~~