A/N: The CSIs go back to the lab...
CHAPTER 3
"Hey," said Greg sadly, going into the locker room where Sara was changing back into her lab clothes. "Look, about earlier-"
"Hey," smiled Sara. "Don't beat yourself up about it. You did exactly the right thing."
"Grissom doesn't think so," sighed Greg, collapsing onto the bench. "He's mad."
"He's not mad," said Sara. "I just think he'd rather the suspect not be dead."
"And I killed him," said Greg. "I've never killed anyone before."
"Greg, it's not like you planned on doing it."
"That doesn't make a difference. Sara, I killed another person. That's wrong."
"It was self defense."
Greg stared at the floor. "Did you know he had a family? A wife and two children?"
"No. I didn't know that."
"four and eight. I've taken their father away from them."
"Greg, it wasn't your fault."
"Yes it was!" protested Greg. "I was the one that shot him."
"Yeah, and if my aim wasn't so lousy, I would have killed him," replied Sara. "Greg, you can't blame yourself for this, I won't let you."
"Greg!" said Grissom, standing in the doorway.
Greg looked up. Grissom didn't look happy.
"My office. Now."
Greg sighed, stood up, looked at Sara, and then headed out of the room. Grissom followed, and closed the door once they'd both gotten into his office. He sat down behind his desk, pulled off his glasses, and looked at Greg. "What happened?"
"Where do you want me to start from?"
"The beginning," said Grissom coldly.
Greg took a deep breath. "I was in the kitchen. I found a shot gun. I called Sara into the room. I asked if we had a big enough bag for the shot gun."
"We have them in the car."
"That's what Sara said. I put the gun down, and saw a man stood behind Sara. He ran out the house, we followed him-"
"Is that when you shot him?"
"Let me finish," said Greg quietly. "He shot at Sara."
"And then you shot him?"
Greg shook his head. "No, it wasn't like that. You don't understand."
"Then explain it to me!"
"I will! If you give me a chance to finish a sentence without interrupting!"
Grissom frowned.
"Sorry," said Greg, quickly retreating. He took another breath. "He shot at Sara. She shot back. She missed. The guy shot at me. I shot back, I had to, and I hit him."
Grissom sighed. "Greg, you've been authorized to carry a side arm for, uh, TWO DAYS! and already you've shot and killed someone. Do you know how that looks?"
"It shouldn't look like anything," said Greg. "I did exactly what I should have done, and it would be better if you showed me a bit more support, like Sara is."
"Ah, yes, you and Sara."
"What about me and Sara!" asked Greg.
"You're very protective of her, aren't you?"
"Yes. She's my friend. I'm protective of a lot of people."
"Greg, when we're in the field, we have to learn to leave our emotions at home."
"What, like you do?"
Grissom frowned. "Excuse me?"
"Grissom, I can't be like you," said Greg, standing up. "I can't help it if I actually have feelings."
"Where are you going?"
"Away from you. Because if I stay, I'm going to say something I'll regret, and you're obviously mad at me, so I'd rather not be here if it's all the same to you."
"Greg!"
It was too late, Greg was already half way out the lab.
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"What did you say to Greg?" asked Sara, handing Grissom a mug of coffee. "He looked really upset just now."
"We had words," said Grissom.
"I gathered that."
"What do you want me to say?" asked Grissom. "And to be perfectly honest, it's not really any of your business."
"Fine!" said Sara, getting up to leave the break room. "Just forget I said anything."
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A/N: Next time out... something turns out wrong...