Chapter 6
They had no idea what to say to him, so they just led him to where his son was. Marc stayed by Sara's side. Nick noted that although Sara and Marc had a lot of differences, it was clear that Marc had the same sense of compassion from the look on his face when he saw Greg. What worried him was the contempt held behind the tired blue eyes of Greg's father. Greg stared at him, waiting for him to make the first move.
And he did. The whole thing was so fast Sara barely had time to register what was going on. Jonathan Sanders moved angrily towards Greg, fist raised; but Marc stopped him. He seemed to have seen in coming, and if she'd been thinking straight she supposed she would have too. Greg's father was hurling abuse at Greg, who had closed his eyes in shame. The CSI's and Marc were all shoving Jon Sanders out of the room all but yelling in his face while they were at it. But Sara couldn't tear her eyes away from Greg. She was fascinated by how he would react when the noise and conflict had gone. He opened his eyes and sighed. He glanced at Sara, but didn't meet her eyes, and just as quickly looked away again.
"Greg look at me."
Greg reluctantly looked somewhere over her shoulder.
"No, look at *me*."
He met her eyes, and Sara saw the kind of intense pain she sometimes saw in the victims on her cases. At the pity on her face he looked away again.
"It's not your fault Greg."
Greg looked at her sharply.
"No..."
He whispered in a voice filled with loss. He seemed to have gone into some kind of trance and in alarm Sara went over to the bed and touched his shoulder. Huddled up he stared into space.
"Karla...Karla I'm so sorry..."
He choked as devastated tears spilled over. Sara's heart was torn at the sight of the young lab tech and she cuddled him gently.
"Greg it's Sara...it's going to be ok..."
She passed him the nearby box of tissues and he got through about half before he finally stopped, having gotten it out of his system, which Sara knew was a good thing.
"We're here for you ok? And don't listen to your father, he's just lost his wife and daughter, he's too upset to think straight."
Greg didn't respond and Sara was correct in her assumption that he needed some time to think things through. She left finding Marc outside, and hugged him, only just realising that her own eyes were wet.
"I'm glad you're here Marc."
Her brother didn't respond, but took her home.
TBC
They had no idea what to say to him, so they just led him to where his son was. Marc stayed by Sara's side. Nick noted that although Sara and Marc had a lot of differences, it was clear that Marc had the same sense of compassion from the look on his face when he saw Greg. What worried him was the contempt held behind the tired blue eyes of Greg's father. Greg stared at him, waiting for him to make the first move.
And he did. The whole thing was so fast Sara barely had time to register what was going on. Jonathan Sanders moved angrily towards Greg, fist raised; but Marc stopped him. He seemed to have seen in coming, and if she'd been thinking straight she supposed she would have too. Greg's father was hurling abuse at Greg, who had closed his eyes in shame. The CSI's and Marc were all shoving Jon Sanders out of the room all but yelling in his face while they were at it. But Sara couldn't tear her eyes away from Greg. She was fascinated by how he would react when the noise and conflict had gone. He opened his eyes and sighed. He glanced at Sara, but didn't meet her eyes, and just as quickly looked away again.
"Greg look at me."
Greg reluctantly looked somewhere over her shoulder.
"No, look at *me*."
He met her eyes, and Sara saw the kind of intense pain she sometimes saw in the victims on her cases. At the pity on her face he looked away again.
"It's not your fault Greg."
Greg looked at her sharply.
"No..."
He whispered in a voice filled with loss. He seemed to have gone into some kind of trance and in alarm Sara went over to the bed and touched his shoulder. Huddled up he stared into space.
"Karla...Karla I'm so sorry..."
He choked as devastated tears spilled over. Sara's heart was torn at the sight of the young lab tech and she cuddled him gently.
"Greg it's Sara...it's going to be ok..."
She passed him the nearby box of tissues and he got through about half before he finally stopped, having gotten it out of his system, which Sara knew was a good thing.
"We're here for you ok? And don't listen to your father, he's just lost his wife and daughter, he's too upset to think straight."
Greg didn't respond and Sara was correct in her assumption that he needed some time to think things through. She left finding Marc outside, and hugged him, only just realising that her own eyes were wet.
"I'm glad you're here Marc."
Her brother didn't respond, but took her home.
TBC