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Childhood Demons - Part FiveGreg heard yelling. A voice was yelling "NO! NO! STOP!" He bolted up from his seat in the breakroom, head whipping around to see where the yelling was coming from. Just then Nick came running into the room.
Greg, Greg! You okay man? I could hear you yelling all the way down the hall. What's up?"
Greg lowered his eyes away from Nick.
"Oh man was that me yelling?" Greg wondered, "I must have fallen asleep."
"I'm okay man. I fell asleep, dreamt I was being chased by a bunch of mimes. He joked half- heartedly.
"Okay Greggo. Well, gotta get back to work. Catch ya later buddy. Watch out for those creepy mimes, they give me the willies." Nick joked.
Greg sighed. "Man I wish I had been dreaming about mimes." He thought. "Or clowns, clowns would have been good."
Greg was trying to cheer himself up. It wasn't working. He couldn't stop thinking about Andrew Sparks. He had to find the boy, before it was to late. Greg needed to do it, not just for the kid, but for himself. He couldn't let it happen again. He couldn't let someone else go through what he had.
He decided to go back to the crime scene. Maybe they had overlooked something. He couldn't just sit here. He had to do something, anything. He knew he should tell Grissom where he was going but he wanted to be alone right now.
There were still some uniformed officers at the scene. Greg walked past them, showing his I.D. as he went. He went straight to the boys' room. Trying to ignore the grizzly scene in the family room as he walked past. Greg pulled on a pair of gloves and went to work searching the room. He had no idea what he was looking for but hopefully something would jump out at him. He spotted some books on a stand. Picking one up he began to read the cover. Iguana's For Dummies" by Melissa Kaplan.
Suddenly Greg was no longer standing in the Sparks home. He was miles away and years past.
"Mommy, can I have an Iguana, pretty please? I'll take good care of it. I promise."
"No Gregory you cannot have an iguana. No reptiles in my house ever! Got that!"
"But Mommy."
"No Gregory, and that's final!"
That was the first time that Greg had begged his mom for an Iguana. He thought they were fascinating and beautiful. He had been six years old. The day that his parents had been killed his mom had begrudgingly given in. It had taken four years of begging but he was finally getting an Iguana. Then it happened. His life had changed forever in one moment. He never did get that Iguana. To this day he still secretly wanted one.
Greg snapped back to reality with a start.
"Great. A flashback. I haven't had one of those in ages." He thought aloud.
"Greg, you okay?" He heard the unmistakable voice of Gil Grissom ask.
"Damn" Greg thought to himself.
Another Note: I just couldn't help but put something Iguana related in this fic. I've decided to dedicate this part to my sweet, beautiful baby boy Igna (Ignatious Iguanagus). Igna is my Green Iguana. He is now 4'2" long and growing daily. Iguana's for Dummies is a real book. If you or anyone you know ever considers getting an Iguana this book is a must have. Iguanas are NOT good pets for kids. They take a lot of time, attention and TLC.
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