Title: Not Quite Myself
Author: Roxanne Kowalchuk
Feedback: roxettemts.net
Category: Romance/Humor
Pairing: S/G (Sara/Grissom)
Disclaimer: I don't owe anyone.
Spoilers: IE. Just the Job.
Summary: Sara is having a bad day.
Notes: I was actually going to take the weekend to myself and not write,
okay, honest truth, I was sore from my kickboxing class but since Kelly was
laughing at me, I wrote the chapter. :)
An Extra Big Thank You: To Kelly, my beta reader.
Archived: Yes, please!
Feedback is welcomed.
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She had to remember to roll over onto her left side, and then swing her legs
over the edge to get up. As trying to sit straight up, only ended in
excruciating pain, as Sara found out earlier that day. "Damn it!"

"Roll on to your side first, Sara."

Being in too much pain, Sara never noticed the nurse come into her room. "I
forgot."

"Everyone usually learns by the second or third try," she told her as she
went to help Sara up. "Okay, now swing your legs over the edge. Good. Now since you don't have two good hands, I'll help you up. Usually you push off the bed with your hands."

"I start physio today," Sara told her as she stood up.

"Yes I know, your friend told me."

"Oh no, not Greg. What did he say?" Sara questioned as the nurse laughed.

"I said nothing," Greg said as he rolled a wheelchair into the room. "I just
asked where I could find one of these."

"I'm not using that."

"Stubborn," Greg mumbled loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Hey!" Sara objected.

Trying her best not to laugh, the nurse spoke. "He's right. You'll need to
use the wheelchair."

"I want to walk."

"Physio is a floor down, Sara," Greg replied.

"Alright then," Sara quickly agreed. "But after I come back, I want to take
a Greg free walk."

The nurse just chuckled as she helped Sara into the wheelchair and hooked up her I.V. to the stand attached to the chair. "There ya go."

"Thank you," Sara replied.

But just then, Greg got it. "Hey!"

Sara giggled. Laughing outright would of hurt. "Just drive, slow poke."

Greg did as requested, and drove slowly.
..........

"Greg you can go a bit faster, you know," Sara pointed out as the hallways
were basically bare.

"Ya I know."

There was something in his voice. Tilting her head back, Sara looked up at
him. "Spill it Greg."

"Spill what?" Greg replied.

"You have something to tell me but you don't want to," Sara explained.

Stopping at the elevator, Greg pressed the down button and stood beside
Sara. "How did you know?"

"I can tell by the tone of your voice. Now, what is it?"

Pushing Sara into the empty elevator, Greg waited for the doors to close.
"Promise me you won't hurt me."

"Promise," Sara said as she rolled her eyes. "This has something to do with
work?"

"Yes. Everyone apologized to me," Greg answered.

"What?" Sara couldn't believe it.

"Brass is on are side. I guess he told Grissom what an ass he's been of
late.," Greg explained. "He, Grissom was the first to have apologized, then
the rest of them followed suit."

"Grissom apologized?" Sara chocked out in disbelief.

"Yes, I know it's amazing," Greg continued on.

"Yes that is," Sara agreed. "Listen Greg, can you do me a favor?"

"Ya sure, anything," Greg said as the doors to the elevator opened and he
wheeled her out.
..........

Scratching his head, Greg took a long look around the physio room. His mind was in the gutter.

"Greg."

Coming out of his thoughts, Greg looked down at Sara. "Yes?"

"Greg, this is my physiotherapist, Anna. Anna this is my friend Greg," Sara
introduced as Anna smiled at Greg.

"Hi Greg."

Greg suddenly lost his voice. He just waved his hand.

Sara found that funny. "Greg, you okay?"

"Ya, I'm fine," Greg replied as he sat down beside Sara.

Sitting down across from Sara, Anna spoke. "I'm going to take your brace off and you'll show me how much movement you have."

"Okay," Sara agreed as Anna did as she had said.

"Now move your hand. If you can't move it, that's find. If it hurts, just
stop."

Looking down at her hand, Sara wiggled her fingers. But as she tried to form
a fist, it hurt so much that she was forced to stop by the sheer discomfort.
"That's really good Sara," Anna commented. "I think we'll start with a small
massage of the fingers and work our way from there."

"Sounds good," Sara said as Greg moved beside her. Seeing his hand on the
table, she giggled. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Waiting for my massage," Greg joked as Anna laughed.

"I like this one, keep him around," Anna said as she swatted Greg's hand off
the table.

"See, some one likes me," Greg teased as Sara stuck her tongue out at him.

"Ah, excuse me a second," Anna said as she got up.

"Sure," Sara said as she focused on her hand.

Stopping beside Greg, Anna bent down and whispered in his ear. "Don't be
embarrassed about your mind going in the gutter, I had the same thought when I saw this room."

Greg was surprised. He hadn't expected a comment like that from her. But the minute he saw her, he knew she was just like him. He found his match.

"Greg," Sara poked at him with her other hand. "You there?"

Coming out of his fantasy, Greg answered Sara.

"Ya, sorry. I'm here."

"Good, ah I don't mean to throw you out, but don't you think you need some
sleep?"

'Who could sleep now?' he thought to himself but outloud, he said. "Ya, I
guess I do. Want me to come back later?"

"If you have time," Sara told him. "But don't forget to do that favor for
me."

"I won't," Greg replied as he got up. "But would you do me one?"

Sara already knew. "I'll ask."

"You are the best," Greg said as he basically skipped out of the physio
room.
..........

Greg never went back to see Sara, he was to wired to sleep so he floated
into work an hour early and hung out in the lunchroom.

"Hey Greggo," Catherine greeted as she walked into the lunchroom and made a beeline for the coffee machine.

"Catherine," Greg said as he stared at his magazine.

His greeting was suspicious to her, but before she could question him, the
rest of the gang walked in. "Warrick, Nicky, Gris," she greeted.

"Evening Catherine," Warrick said as he walked over to her and held out his
coffee mug. "Fill me up."

"Sure," Catherine replied. "But I haven't tried it yet." Coffee at the lab
was an experiment in itself.

Pulling a chair out, Warrick would take his chances. Spotting Greg, he
spoke. "Hey Greg."

"Warrick," Greg answered without looking at him.

"What's wrong with him?" Nick commented as he grabbed a chair across the
table from Warrick.

"I don't know, I found him that way," Catherine told them.

Letting his curiosity get the best of him, Grissom walked over to Greg.
Waving a hand in front of his face, Greg never flinched. Looking down at the
magazine clutched in his hands, Grissom shook his head. "Nice magazine,
Greg." And walked back to the table, where he sat down beside Nick.

"What's wrong with his magazine?" Catherine asked.

"It's Cosmo," Grissom answered.

Warrick nearly spit his coffee out all over Nick. "Greg and Cosmo, that's a
new one."

"Do you mind, War," Nick said as he had pushed his chair back to avoid being spattered by coffee.

"Sorry Nick, just never thought Greg would read Cosmo."

Watching an intern walk pass the lunchroom and wave at Greg, Catherine had
the answer to all their questions. "Guys, I hate to say this, but Greg is in
a trance."

"A trance?" Grissom asked. He hadn't seen the intern.

Warrick snickered.

"A very pretty intern just walked by, waved at Greg and Greg did nothing,"
Catherine explained. "Greg has found the love of his life and it's not in
the lab."

"Great," Nick commented. "How do we break the trance?"

Pushing her chair back, Catherine walked over to Greg. Bending down in front of him, she spoke. "Hey Greg, it's me Catherine." But she had spoke in a rather sexy voice that sent shivers down Warrick's spine.

Instantly Greg woke up. "Oh, hey Catherine."

"Welcome back, Greggo," Catherine said as she returned to her chair.

"Back? Where was I?" Greg asked.

"Not here, Greg," Grissom comment. "Since when do you read Cosmo?"

Looking down at the magazine in his hands, Greg closed it right away and put it down. "Oh, never noticed."

"We know that," Warrick told him. "Who's the chick?"

Catherine swatted Warrick's arm.

"What?" Warrick questioned.

"That's should be, who's the woman?" Catherine corrected.

"Sorry, Greg who's the woman?" Warrick repeated.

"The woman of my dreams, I no longer have to look. I found her," Greg
rambled making no sense. Getting up, he walked to the door. "She was sent
for me. She shares my sense of humor and all."

"Greg, come down off cloud nine, please," Grissom, told him. "Or I may have to staple your feet to the floor."

That caught his attention. "Sure Grissom. Oh and before I forget, Sara would
like to see Catherine and Warrick."

"What about me and Grissom?" Nick asked.

"I don't know. I was just told to tell Catherine and Warrick. She doesn't
mind if you come together," Greg explained as he half floated and half
walked out of the lunchroom.

"Well that's rude of her," Nick said as Greg left.

"She's running this," Grissom commented as he surprised Catherine.

But Catherine never said a word.

"Well, she can at least see all of us," Nick argued.

"Let her be," Grissom told him. "Let her see who she wants to see."

Even Warrick was surprised.
..........

Hearing a slight knocking, Sara called out. "Come in."

Walking in, Anna, Sara's physiotherapist spoke. "Smells good in here."

"Ya, a friend dropped off some food for me," Sara replied.

"What, you don't like our hospital food," Anna joked.

Sara giggled.

"Sorry, forgot it hurts to laugh," Anna replied as she put a tennis ball on
the side of her bed. "I brought you a present. I want you to strengthen your
grip. So if you get bored staring at the walls, squeeze the tennis ball. Or
make believe it's some one's head."

With that thought, Sara confirmed just how much she was going to like Anna.

"So," Anna started as she pulled a chair over. "Got a few minutes to play
twenty questions?"

"I take it you wanna talk about Greg?"

"The one and only."

"Let's see. He's single. He's very smart."

"That's two out of twenty questions," Anna replied. "Does he have a last
name?"

"Sanders."

About to ask another question, her beeper interrupted her. "Damn. Okay, I
still have seventeen questions to ask you. Do you take a rain check?"

Sara smiled.

"I take that as a yes," Anna replied as she got up. "See you tomorrow."

"Night."
..........

Nick was still fuming. "How can she be so cruel?" he asked Warrick.

Not really paying attention to Nick, Warrick's head snapped up when he heard Nick's question. "Excuse me, how can you say that?"

"Because she's been cruel to all of us," Nick explained. "She gets shot and
doesn't let anyone but Greg, Brass and the Deputy in. That's how."

"And do you remember what you did to her?" Warrick reminded. "We all yelled at her. This is her getting back at us. So just chill out, Nick. She'll let
you go see her, as soon as she wants too."

"Ya, whatever," Nick said as he left Warrick alone.

Watching him, Warrick spoke to him. "Take it easy, Nicky." But he knew he
couldn't hear him.
..........

Several hours later, at the end of their shift, Warrick met Catherine out in
the parking lot. "Hey Cath."

"Hey Warrick," Catherine greeted. "Hop in. I'll give you a ride to the
hospital."

"And a ride to work tonight?" Warrick asked as he hopped into the passenger seat.

"Of course," Catherine replied as she got into the driver's side. "Hey, did
you happen to talk to Nick?"

Pulling his sunglasses on, Warrick answered. "What did he do to you?"

"Nothing, just grumbled and walked away from me," Catherine said as she
started the Denali and started to drive. "Why do you ask?"

"Because he's mad at Sara for wanting to see us."

"What?"

"He says she's being cruel."

"Sara, cruel?"

"Yes. In a way she's just getting back at us."

"That's true," Catherine agreed. "But that doesn't explain his attitude."

"I don't know. I always thought Nick and Sara thought of each other as
brother and sister."

"They do," Catherine said as a thought hit her. "Oh, sister won't let
brother get involved in her fight."

"Possible."

"But then again, that might not be it," Catherine commented. "Let's see what
Sara will tell us."

"Sure," Warrick said as he settled back in the passenger chair. "Should we
buy her flowers?"

"She wants to see us, remember," Catherine reminded.

"It was just a thought," Warrick said as he saw Catherine smile.
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