Chapter 8: If Only You Knew

The two squad members disarmed the device and sent him with a paramedic. The paramedic led him into an empty ambulance and took him away.

The medic started to clean Greg's wounds when he asked him to stop.

" You need to have that head wound checked out," the medic said.

" Just let me waive that right. I don't care," Greg said.

The medic pleaded with Greg, trying to let him look at his head. But Greg didn't care anymore. He didn't want any help, despite the fact he had a concussion. Nick thought Greg had caused the building to collapse. Maybe he was had.

The medic, finally tired of arguing, handed Greg a clipboard with a form to waive medical attention. Greg signed the form without a second glance.

The ambulance arrived at Desert Palms hospital and let Greg out. Just as he had got out, another ambulance arrived right behind his. Two medics hopped out and together they lifted out a gurney with Warrick on it. He looked as though he was on his last breath, fighting to live for just one more moment. The paramedics rushed him into surgery to save his life.Sara and Grissom followed right behind Warrick's gurney, not noticing Greg. Greg hoped Warrick would be okay. He truly hoped so.

Greg stayed outside. He wanted to avoid everyone for as long as possible. Greg knew he was the one to blame. He pushed the button. He did it. He helped kill three officers. He was a murderer. He did it all.

Greg beat himself up mentally for causing everything. James had been right. He was pathetic and Nick had every right to hate him. Greg walked into the hospital looking for an signs of Catherine, Grissom, or Sara. He stood by the trauma windows, watching as the doctors fought to save Warrick's life. They rushed around the table, pushing I.V.s of blood in to his weak body.

Greg watched helplessly, his hands on the window like a little kid staring at the puppy in the window. He had to tear himself away from the window so he wouldn't get sick from watching. He walked around, looking for someone, anyone he knew. He found Grissom and Sara's room. Nick was sitting with Sara talking to her. Catherine sat with Grissom, who was asleep.

He caught some of Nick and Sara's conversation, wishing he hadn't.

" Greg set it off. I heard the bomb squad say he was live. He had more than one on him. He could've killed us all if he had set off another," Nick told Sara. Her eyes widened in disbelief. She didn't want to think that Greg could have killed them.

A nurse was behind Greg and needed to get in.

" Excuse me, young man. I need to get through," she said.

Nick turned around at the nurse's voice. Instead he saw Greg. He became very angry.

" You," Nick said, " get the hell out of here."

Catherine looked around to Nick. Nick go up and walked up to Greg and pushed him.

" You feel better Greg? I tried to help you from those guys and how do you say thanks? You decide to blow the goddamn building up. I hope you're happy."

Greg turned around and ran out the door, almost knocking down a cart.

" Yeah, you keep running. I never want to see your face again!" Nick yelled after him.

"Nick, It wasn't his fault." Catherine said.

" What do you mean it wasn't his fault?" Nick asked.

" He didn't do by choice. Brass called me to say that Richard had been arrested. Those men came in there knowing exactly what they were going to do. Greg just happened to be the guy they picked. You should know Greg better than that. Of all people, you two know each other best. He wouldn't ever hurt anyone on purpose. This is Greg we're talking about. Not Richard or James. Greg. The lab tech who plays his music too loud just to get on Grissom's nerves, and purposely put clashing outfits together. Nick. You gotta go after him. He's your friend. He's gonna end up doing something stupid if you don't apologize. Don't make the wrong decision Nick. You'll hate yourself forever," Catherinetold Nick.