Title: Guy's Night Out
Spoilers: Big Middle
Pairings: None
Summary: Greg Thinks about what Grissom said
Disclaimer:I own nothing
"Someone who doesn't judge me," Grissom said. He left and Greg leaned back. He closed the catalogue he'd been flipping through and sighed. He had the break room to himself, but he didn't go in search of someone to talk to.
His mind was dwelling on what Grissom had said. Had he meant someone specific? Greg could only guess. It wasn't easy to grasp the deeper meanings of the things Gil Grissom said, but they were there. They always were. Everything Grissom said had some deeper meaning to it.
Greg just never found it.
But maybe this one was different. Maybe Grissom hadn't had anyone in mind. Maybe he was just telling the truth. That he wanted someone who wouldn't judge him. Greg looked down at the cover of the catalogue, and smiled grimly.
Greg knew what Grissom had meant. The human race seemed to find a perverse pleasure in taking an aspect of someone's life and using it to destroy that person. It was disgusting.
"What're you doing?" Sara was standing in the doorway. Greg glanced up at her, and then back down at the catalogue. Sara walked over to him and sat down.
"What did she say?" Greg asked. Sara didn't answer right away. She knew who Greg was talking about, but there was something in his voice that had caught her off guard.
"She would rather admit to murder than-"
"Be someone's punch line?" Greg interrupted. Sara nodded and Greg looked her in the eye. "Why do we do it? Just because someone's different we bring down their self esteem. We destroy them to make ourselves feel better, bigger."
"I don't know, Sara said. She took the catalogue from Greg, looked at it for a second, and threw it across the break room. "Because no one's perfect."
"That's just it, we torture each other using our imperfections." Sara didn't know what to say, so she didn't say anything. They sat in silence for awhile. The two of them, staring off into space. Sara thinking of how strange it was to discuss this with Greg, and Greg trying to grasp an understanding of the perverse subject.
"Just, don't let yourself judge," Sara finally said. She placed a hand on Greg's shoulder before getting up and leaving the room. Greg watched he, and smiled. He stood and left the break room.
"Hey, Greggo, wanna go out for a few drinks?" Nick's voice met Greg's ears as he hurried down the hall. He stopped and turned around. The door was only a few steps away, but he had to respond. Keep Nick from suspecting anything.
"Yeah, just give me a minute, okay?" Greg said. Nick nodded and headed off to find Warrick while Greg took those last few steps towards the door. He knocked before opening it, finding Grissom's office empty. He searched his pockets for a piece of paper, and came up with an unused napkin. He scribbled down a note and left it on Grissom's desk. He closed the door behind him and headed down the hall.
When Grissom returned to his office, he saw Greg, Nick, and Warrick walking towards the exit. He smiled and opened the door. He sat down at his desk and reached for some paper work, but stopped. On a napkin in the center of his desk were words that came from a source Grissom wouldn't have expected.
Hey, Grissom. I've been thinking about what you said, and I remembered something I heard once. I don't remember where I heard it, but It went something like "What we dislike in others is what we see in ourselves." Come out for drinks?
Greg
Grissom grabbed his coat off the back of his chair and stood up. he walked out to the parking lot, just in time. The car next to his in the parking lot was just starting up. Grissom tapped on the window and Greg rolled it down.
"Mind if I come?" he asked. Greg grinned and Grissom took that as a yes. He climbed into his own car. The four cars left the parking lot and headed for the nearest bar.
A guy's night out.