'Greg!' Catherine called out. She'd been searching for him for the last ten minutes. Where could he have got to?

Finally she found him, outside round the side of the building, and immediately a look of concern spread across her face.

He was leaning heavily against the wall, his breathing shallow and ragged.

'Greg?' She whispered, approaching him, 'Are you alright?'

He looked at her blearily, and she quickly rushed forwards, and put her hands on his shoulders to support him.

He collapsed into her, and she managed to gently lay him on the ground supporting his head with her hands. She looked into his pale face, and gently lifted his eyelids seeing that his pupils were dilating. She checked his temperature, and gasped inwardly when she realised that he didn't just have a cold, he was burning up.

Greg's eyelids started to flutter, and she spoke quietly to him.

'Can you hear me? How are you feeling?'

'Where.what happened,' he choked, feeling like his mouth was filled with cotton-wool.

'You just passed out on me. You realise you have a very high fever?'

'Urgh, yeah I was starting to feel a little woozy in there,' He chuckled softly, but winced slightly.

'Easy there.' She said as he gently pulled himself up. 'You should go home.'

'No! I mean I should, but I have so much work, and I you know.'

'Greg.' She said sternly, and Greg laughed, thinking of how motherly she could be sometimes.

'No really Cat, I'll be fine, I just needed a little nap.' He winked at her. 'Thanks for well, you know.'

'Anytime! And by the way, I'm sorry.' He nodded, smiling slightly in acknowledgement.

'Grr,' she thought, 'he can be as stubborn as Grissom.' But she did feel slightly more cheerful having seen Greg making his jokes again.

Granted, he still looked exhausted, but even so, considering he was pretty ill, he had somewhat regained his playful sense of humour.