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.'
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.
