A/N: Some strong language in this chapter... Especially from Nick... Just thought I'd tell you, don't want to offend anyone.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Greg's pissed," sighed Nick. He, Catherine, Warrick, and Sara were sat around the table in the conference room, waiting for Grissom to arrive. They were having their traditional end-of-shift-takeaway.
"He thinks Grissom's mad at him," explained Catherine.
"He is mad," said Sara.
"Why?" asked Warrick.
"Because Greg shot a suspect."
"Damn!" said Nick. "What happened?"
"It's a long story."
"Did the guy die?" asked Catherine.
Sara nodded.
"Damn!" said Nick, again.
Grissom came into the room. The other CSIs quickly became silent. Grissom handed the takeaway pots to Catherine, and she dished them out. Grissom sat down. "Where's Greg?"
"No idea," said Warrick.
"I saw him heading out of the lab," said Nick.
"Catherine, will you please phone him?" asked Grissom.
"Sure," said Catherine. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket, and scrolled through the phone book till she came to Greg's name. She hit the little green phone, and waited for the line to connect. It didn't, it went straight to voice-mail.
"Hey, this is Greg's phone. Leave a message, and I'll get back to you. Eventually."
"Greg, it's Catherine. Where are you? Look, phone me when you get this, alright?" She put her phone back in her pocket. "Voice mail."
"I hope nothing bad's happened," said Nick.
"He probably just forgot to charge the battery," said Sara optimistically.
"Shall we get started?" asked Grissom, who wasn't too concerned about his missing team member.
But Grissom should have been concerned, because there was a bit more wrong with Greg than just having a flat battery on his phone.
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A/N: So, what do we think could be wrong with young wegg? Find out in the next chapter...