AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is being written really quickly, so new chapters should be up daily.
Krazy - - about the name...I thought you would catch on. Personally, I have never known an ugly Blake, so I tend to use that name for Greg. But really, when I wrote this, I couldn't think of another name so I just stole it from my Untitled piece. So sue me!
Orangebronco - - I am a girl...just so you know ;)
And the story takes an interesting twist. Was Greg even supposed to be out in the field?
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grissom called me into his office today, before shift. and i knew what he wanted to know.
'director covallo is pressuring me for the accident report,' he tried explaining.
i shake my head. 'he is looking for someone to lay the blame on.'
grissom stares at me intently, and i can see he is trying to remember some tiny little detail. 'he wasn't supposed to be with you out in the field.'
shit i say to myself. he remembered.
i wanted him out in the field with me. and i know he wasn't allowed to go out in the field after...
i won't talk about it, and no one will.
but when i told greg he could go with me, i nearly had to drag him to the car. he knew he wasn't suppose to go out in the field, after what happened. and i guess he knew i was lying to him when i told him that grissom said it was okay.
now that i think about it, if i had just listened to grissom, none of this would of ever happened.
and the fact that i had a hand in putting greg in the hospital is almost as bad a thought as the idea of greg dying.
i begin crying and grissom sits there and watches me sob.
i'm sorry i say to myself and greg. i'm so sorry...