AUTHOR'S NOTE: Finally! This chapter does contain our Greggo, the first official chapter to do so. Hope you enjoy!

A Bloom - - no need to apologize. Most people's lives are hectic right now with school ending. Anyway, even though you said you would hate me if I did any of the things that you mentioned…you have actually inspired a twisted plot bunny. But I don't know yet ;)

Krazy - - talk about impatient! Greg is in this chapter, and I plan to have him in almost all of the future chapters as well. It is a lot easier to have someone in a scene when they can interact with others (though in Greg's case, I wouldn't exactly consider it interacting).

Kathryn Mason-Sykes - - I don't much care for Warrick, so I like to make him the bad guy. In the next couple of chapters, you begin to figure out what exactly is going on with Greg. Because what is wrong goes beyond him just not remembering a few things. And do you really want Sara to beat up Warrick?

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I forget that there is even an investigation about greg's attack until nick shows up at greg's hospital room saying that he needs to ask a few questions.

I look over at greg. 'sweetie, can you answer some of nick's questions?'

just as I guessed, greg looked at me sadly, shaking his head. I knew he wasn't going to answer the questions. all he does is stare at me, occasionally smiling - - but not like he used. that spark is gone from his eyes and his smile is weak, maybe even forced.

nick nods in understanding. I offer myself up for questioning, but he says that what I told covallo would be enough.

nick only stays for a minute more before saying that he has to get back to work.

unlike nick, I still have an additional week off. covallo called me and 'suggested' I stay with greg for another week.

I click through a few stations from my chair beside greg's bed, but nothing is on television.

giving up, I turn off the TV and toss the remote on the bedside table, glancing at greg.

he looks like crap. scars from his stitches and bruises are the only things on the surface you can see. I know that below his pajamas that I brought him are more stitches and scars from surgery. on the back of his head is a giant bandage covering the hole where they had drained excess fluid from his brain.

his eyes have gone from a milk chocolate brown to a hazy, dirty gray. greg's skin is pale and cool to the touch. an IV tube runs into the crook of his arm, a piece of white medical tape covering where the needle enters the skin - - I remember how much greg hates seeing the needles in his skin.

greg's entire body looks frail. he hasn't properly eaten in over a month and a half. a small tube is up his nose, helping him breathe. his brain waves and heart rate are still being monitored next to his bed.

he is lying down on his side, facing me. he reaches for my hand, grabbing it up in his own. greg smiles and it makes me want to cry.

I stroke his golden brown hair for a moment and he tries smiling again. I trace his facial features with my hand.

'I love you,' I whisper in his ear. I can feel him squeezing my hand, and I know he is telling me that he loves me too.

slowly I pull from his grip and walk around the other side, laying down on the bed and snuggling up against his back. being cautious of all the equipment attached to his body, I wrap my arms around him, holding him close and tight.

I kiss his hair and neck, talking quietly in his ear, our hands interlocked and resting over his heart.

we begin to play this game. out hands still together, I have to squeeze his hands as many times as he squeezes mine.

it goes on for a few minutes, making me smile. but then he fake squeezes my hand and I quickly squeeze his in mistake.

I look at his face to see a huge, true grin break out. I kiss him tightly on the cheeks before laying down again, our hands connected still.

he falls asleep to me explaining what is going on at work with the case covallo and grissom have built up against me. how, even though no one has said anything directly to me, I know that nick, warrick and catherine have found a primary suspect in his case.

greg tenses when I mention the case. 'don't worry greggo,' I whisper in his ear. 'you don't need to worry about anything at all. I am right here for you all the time.'

he relaxes and before I know it, he is asleep.

I fall asleep to his light humming-type snores that I missed so much.