Catherine was walking down the hall to check on Greg. She was still worried about what had happened earlier that night.

She was rounding the corner, when Greg stepped out, not looking where he was going. He was running his hands through his hair, and looking down at his feet. The next thing he realised he had collided with something. He looked up and saw Catherine smiling kindly at him.

'God, sorry Catherine, wasn't really looking where I was going.' He smiled weakly at her.

'That's OK! Just coming to see you. You alright Greggo, you kinda scared me earlier!'

Studying his face however, she realised he wasn't alright. However bad he must have been feeling earlier had not really been reflected in his appearance, but in the two hours it had been since Catherine had seen him, that had changed. He might have been able to act cheerful and convince her that he was feeling better then, but this was now completely counteracted by the fact that he quite simply looked like death warmed up. She took in his pale face, overly bright eyes, and limp hair (limp hair on Greg was not a good sign! His hair was usually as far away from lifeless as you could get!)

'God Greg!' she took his hand. It was like clasping an ice-cube. She put another hand on his forehead to feel his temperature. He was even hotter than earlier. She snatched her hand back, pretending she had burnt herself. Greg gave her another weak smile.

'I know.' He said. 'I was just coming to see you. I think I'm going to have to admit defeat. I mean I tried my best, but over the last hour it's just gotten worse. But,' he added hurriedly, 'I'm sure whatever I have is at its peak. I reckon I should be better in a couple of days. I'll be back before you know it.'

'That's OK. Go home. You need to sleep. I'll see you in a couple of days.'

'Thanks Cat. I still feel really bad though. I mean you guys have so much on at the moment, and I'm still way behind. I really would stay if I could, but.'

'Greg!,' she said firmly. 'Don't worry about a thing. We'll find someone to fill in until you get back. Grissom's already phoning around for your assistant. Just concentrate on getting better.' She gave him her best stern mother look, which made him laugh.

'Thanks. See you soon.'

'Bye Greg.'

Sarah sat back in her chair and closed her eyes. Taking a deep relaxing breath she thought how glad she was to have finally finished all her other cases. She's cracked a robbery, Warrick had helped her track down the rapist in a case that almost looked like it had been going nowhere, and Greg had found some valuable DNA on some fibres that had helped her put a child abuse case to rest.

Now all she had to focus on was finding out who their mysterious John Doe was. And why on earth someone would do what they did to him.