I want my job back. Bad.
I sigh loudly.
"Greg." I've been sighing too much. Grissoms tone of voice tells me so.
But this is an empty room, there's nothing here, and I'm bored. Who wouldn't be? I mean really, tell me. Nick and Sara even looked bored out of their minds.
Nick sighs. Snicker snicker. I love that guy. He's always there for me.
"Grissom, come on. There's nothing here." Sara ends up standing next to Nick and me. We form a pretty tight line.
"Let's check the rest of the house again. Just in case." Group sigh. But alas, Nick and Sara leave.
So I'm left all alone in a big cement room.
I'm bored until the back door creaks open. For some reason, I'm scared stiff.
My neck hurts snapping around to see who's coming in.
Oh. God.
Oh god.
It's him. That guy.
You know the one who shot me. And killed me.
My murderer came in the backdoor again.
He's surprised to see me too, though. Our eyes meet. My stomach turns itself inside out.
I can even hear Nick and Sara and Grissom walking around upstairs.
But I can't make a noise.
"You... you're dead." my murderer sounds so calm. And I still can't talk.
Although, I can't tell whether that was a threat or a statement...
I bet I look like a deer in the headlights.
"I killed you." my hands are shaking. I think I thought this guy didn't really want to kill me. That maybe he felt sorry. I thought that killing me had just happened, an unfortunate ending. But no. this guy had had no qualms about killing me.
"What are you doing here?" ugh. My voice is small and shakey. He gives me a look.
I blink. Oops.
A split second later he has me by the shoulders and flings me into a wall. I sit up shakily. He grabs my hair and slams my head hard into the cement behind me. I gasp.
There's blood in my mouth that dribbles out from between my lips and down the side of my chin.
I'm stunned enough by the blood and the pain that's searing through my head that he doesn't need to hurt me anymore.
But he does.
Still tearing my hair out at the roots, he cracks my head on the wall again. He lets go.
Everything's fuzzy. Except the pain. My head hurts so much.
Little blonde and brown hairs flitter in front of my eyes. Red. There's red on them.
I cough.
"We're not done."
XXX
"Is he okay?" huh.
Those last couple times I've been unconscious, I've been able to see what was going on. Not this time.
I was just unconscious. And bleeding. The back of my neck feels wet.
I bet I've stained Nick's shirt beyond repair.
"I don't... wait..."
"He's waking up." I groan, struggling to open my eyes.
Grissoms right in my face, head cocked off to one side. It's scary how intense he looks.
Not really the first thing a person wants to see when they wake up with a concussion. He has his hand on the back of my neck.
It's nice. He's not checking my pulse, he's supporting me.
"How're you feeling?" I groan again. That's about all I can do right now.
Grissom nods. Nicks grinning like an idiot. Sara smiles down at me nervously.
Before I really know whets going on, Nick and Grissom hoist me to my feet. Standing was awkward before my knees buckled. They have to carry me out to Grissoms big S.U.V.
My head won't stop pounding.
The glass is cool against my forehead. It feels so good. I close my eyes, and it's like tenth grade all over again.
I'd get beat up at school.
I liked it too. The pain gave me something to focus on besides being smart and doing whatever my parents wanted me to do.
My parents. Not like they helped make my life any better.
I would ride the bus home, leaning against the window.
Buses are bumpy, but they were the only peace and relaxation I got that year.
Right now, I can even smell the leaves, like its fall and somebody opened the windows.
I can feel the cool gentle wind. Hear the chatter of my classmates.
"Greg?" Sara snaps me out of my fantasy. "Try and stay awake, okay?" she smiles weakly from across the backseat.
"Okay." I'd nod, but my head hurts too much.
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Hospitals suck.
The doctors and nurses check me over head to toe for about half an hour.
Funny, cause I thought all I did was get my head bashed in.
In any case, I get tucked into a hospital bed with my clothes folded on a chair next to me.
My doctor has Brad Pitt blond hair. He can't be much older than I am. His name is Ellie Meiers.
My eyes are blurry. I can't see well.
Grissom walks up to him. I shouldn't be able to hear them, but I can.
"How is he?" Grissom sounds concerned.
Whoopee. I am so tired.
"Uhm... fine. He's okay. Mr. Sanders here is about the luckiest guy I know though..." Dr. Meiers pauses. "Most people... with that type of head injury... they'd be either dead or in a vegetative state. Ahm... he's very very lucky. It's as if he's got God on his side." he laughs lightly, flipping through my file.
Oh no.
"However," Ellie continues, "there were a few... uhm... oddities about him. That... that I'd like to discuss."
Oh No.
"You said something when you brought him in, about... blackouts?" Grissom nods. "Well, his heart is beating... unusually slow. Technically, his body shouldn't be getting enough blood around to keep him alive. But that might explain the blackouts. His brain isn't getting enough oxygen."
The look on Grissoms face...
"He really shouldn't be able to... uhm... function. It's very very odd." he looks intently down at my medical file. "Also, his breathing is exceptionally slow, his body temperature is low, and... here's something scary, his fingernails are turning black."
I peek down at my hands. The nails do look darker than they used too...
I know what black nails means.
I know what all of this means.
"He's... not really alive?"
Ellie Meiers gasps.
"Well, obviously he is. It's very confusing. But look," he flips idly to the last page in that folder of records. "You probably shouldn't tell him..." his voice trailed off.
He's seen it.
"Mr. Grissom... there must be some mistake..."
"How do you mean?"
"Greg... his file says..." he spins the folder around and shows Grissom the stamp at the bottom of the page that says 'deceased.'
I can tell Grissom doesn't know how to talk his way out of this one.
I wouldn't either.
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