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Greg trudged up his hall to the front door; he had been woken up by a loud banging which wouldn't go away, however much he cursed at it. He opened the door to a frantic Grissom.
"WHERE WERE YOU" he practically shouted "I was so worried" he carry on storming past Greg into the house. Greg blinked a little at the sun bright in the sky "come in" he muttered to himself as he shut the door.
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Grissom paced the living room waiting for Greg to join him, glancing round the room he was quite surprised to find Greg's decor quite grown up. The bright turquoise walls and comfy looking white sofa actually looked clean and liveable. The big bookshelf was stuffed with books as well as DVDs and videos and much to Grissom's surprise a baby grand piano stood near the back of the room, with some pretty complicated sheet music on the top. And of course Greg's CD collection, the huge CD rack was taller than Grissom and was full of hundreds of CD's next to it was a top range stereo.
Greg walked into the room and collapsed onto the sofa. In Grissom opinion he looked terrible; he had obviously only just woken up and his hair was flat except for the odd tuft which was suck up at odd angles. The dark circles under his eyes made him look exhausted. Looking at him more closely he realised that he looked like this everyday but Grissom had never noticed it before.
Greg shot him a look "so are you here to stare or what?" he asked yawning.
"Right" Grissom said snapping out of his trance "you were late for work, I was worried" he continued trying to put as much sympathy in his voice as possible.
Greg looked at his watch and snorted in laughter. "So were you worried about me or the DNA swabs there was to process" he sighed getting up and walking into the kitchen.
"That's not true" Grissom said angrily following him "I care about you"
"Why?" Greg asked calmly opening a box of cereal and eating handfuls every now and then.
Grissom was quite taken back "Because...I do"
"Why, you never have before, I was nearly killed in YOUR lab and you didn't even bother to visit me after I left the hospital!" he said angrily "And now suddenly because I have an anaplastic oligoastrocytoma in my left temporal lobe your scared shitless I might drop dead any moment" Grissom opened his mouth to speak but Greg stopped him "Can I ask you something" Gill nodded "How long have I been diagnosed?" Greg waited a while watching as Grissom racked his brain. "Thought so" Greg said with a smirk.
They sat in Greg's kitchen for a while; Grissom analyzing Greg's every move as he munched on his bowl of frosties. After a while Greg got up and washed his bowl, while he was doing it he broke the long silence.
"Do you know what happened when I realised something was wrong" he said quietly practically scrubbing the paint off the bowl.
Grissom took his glasses off and looked at Greg "tell me" he replied.
Greg put the bowl down and sat facing Grissom breathing out he started "about two years ago I started getting really bad headaches; I ignored them I convinced myself they were migraines nothing more" He paused for a moment glancing at Grissom and wasn't to surprised to see his facial expression hadn't changed "Then about a year ago I was in the lab as normal and ...I.... forgot the name of the hydrochloric acid, I spent the whole shift trying to remember it" He paused again "I use that damn stuff like 40 times a shift and that's not if were busy, and I couldn't remember it, I went to the doctors and they told me and I just came back to work the next day" Grissom looked at him and saw the tears falling from his chocolate brown eyes.
Grissom just watched him not knowing what to do. In the end he went over to his lab tach and squeezed his shoulder.
"Grissom" Greg hiccupped "I need someone, I can't do alone" he cried
Grissom was silent for a while, "Greg, I'm here"
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Well?!!! Any good? Please tell me.
A/N: I'm just guessed about the hydrochloric acid I'm not sure if he actually uses it but what the hey!!!
A/N2: for anyone who cares my hand is better so thank you for your get well wishes. It's now wrapped up in a pink cast so if my typing sucks then.....put up with it!!!
LOL TvROX
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Greg trudged up his hall to the front door; he had been woken up by a loud banging which wouldn't go away, however much he cursed at it. He opened the door to a frantic Grissom.
"WHERE WERE YOU" he practically shouted "I was so worried" he carry on storming past Greg into the house. Greg blinked a little at the sun bright in the sky "come in" he muttered to himself as he shut the door.
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Grissom paced the living room waiting for Greg to join him, glancing round the room he was quite surprised to find Greg's decor quite grown up. The bright turquoise walls and comfy looking white sofa actually looked clean and liveable. The big bookshelf was stuffed with books as well as DVDs and videos and much to Grissom's surprise a baby grand piano stood near the back of the room, with some pretty complicated sheet music on the top. And of course Greg's CD collection, the huge CD rack was taller than Grissom and was full of hundreds of CD's next to it was a top range stereo.
Greg walked into the room and collapsed onto the sofa. In Grissom opinion he looked terrible; he had obviously only just woken up and his hair was flat except for the odd tuft which was suck up at odd angles. The dark circles under his eyes made him look exhausted. Looking at him more closely he realised that he looked like this everyday but Grissom had never noticed it before.
Greg shot him a look "so are you here to stare or what?" he asked yawning.
"Right" Grissom said snapping out of his trance "you were late for work, I was worried" he continued trying to put as much sympathy in his voice as possible.
Greg looked at his watch and snorted in laughter. "So were you worried about me or the DNA swabs there was to process" he sighed getting up and walking into the kitchen.
"That's not true" Grissom said angrily following him "I care about you"
"Why?" Greg asked calmly opening a box of cereal and eating handfuls every now and then.
Grissom was quite taken back "Because...I do"
"Why, you never have before, I was nearly killed in YOUR lab and you didn't even bother to visit me after I left the hospital!" he said angrily "And now suddenly because I have an anaplastic oligoastrocytoma in my left temporal lobe your scared shitless I might drop dead any moment" Grissom opened his mouth to speak but Greg stopped him "Can I ask you something" Gill nodded "How long have I been diagnosed?" Greg waited a while watching as Grissom racked his brain. "Thought so" Greg said with a smirk.
They sat in Greg's kitchen for a while; Grissom analyzing Greg's every move as he munched on his bowl of frosties. After a while Greg got up and washed his bowl, while he was doing it he broke the long silence.
"Do you know what happened when I realised something was wrong" he said quietly practically scrubbing the paint off the bowl.
Grissom took his glasses off and looked at Greg "tell me" he replied.
Greg put the bowl down and sat facing Grissom breathing out he started "about two years ago I started getting really bad headaches; I ignored them I convinced myself they were migraines nothing more" He paused for a moment glancing at Grissom and wasn't to surprised to see his facial expression hadn't changed "Then about a year ago I was in the lab as normal and ...I.... forgot the name of the hydrochloric acid, I spent the whole shift trying to remember it" He paused again "I use that damn stuff like 40 times a shift and that's not if were busy, and I couldn't remember it, I went to the doctors and they told me and I just came back to work the next day" Grissom looked at him and saw the tears falling from his chocolate brown eyes.
Grissom just watched him not knowing what to do. In the end he went over to his lab tach and squeezed his shoulder.
"Grissom" Greg hiccupped "I need someone, I can't do alone" he cried
Grissom was silent for a while, "Greg, I'm here"
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Well?!!! Any good? Please tell me.
A/N: I'm just guessed about the hydrochloric acid I'm not sure if he actually uses it but what the hey!!!
A/N2: for anyone who cares my hand is better so thank you for your get well wishes. It's now wrapped up in a pink cast so if my typing sucks then.....put up with it!!!
LOL TvROX