A/N: Sorry if this chapter seems to be a little weird but if you have problems understanding it, just say so in your review and I will explain in my next A/N. One thing you could try to help understand is to read it a few times. Thank all who have reviewed so far. And more will come on How Did This Happen? later. Also, I really need to know if you want to read what else I have been working on for a while.
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5/02/05
Ok, this is going to be a long entry. Reason: I am going to write the whole little "talk" I had with Grissom today. Just let me set the scene and events leading up to it. I had just gotten off of suspension and had a case with Sara. During the case, Sara came up to me in the locker room where I was changing since I got hot coffee all over my shirt. (It was a long sleeved shirt. To cover up the scars, y'know?) I was just in my beater going over the case with her when I cut myself on a sharp edge on my locker door.
Greg: "Ouch. Dang it."
Sara: "I keep telling the janitor that he needs to get in here and sand down the edges"
All hell broke loose when she told me to turn my arm over so that she could see how deep it was. That cut was not the only thing that she saw.
Sara: "Greg, what are the rest of these scars on your arm?"
Greg: "They're nothing. Just some cat scratches."
Sara: "Greg, you don't own a cat. Don't lie to me right now. Are you a cutter?"
Then all of a sudden, Nick walks in. He asked Sara if he could talk to me alone for a minute. I'm sure you can guess what he started the conversation off with.
Nick: "Greg, I never should have asked you about what I saw that night. It was, is, none of my business."
Greg: "You are right. It isn't any of your business, but I didn't have any right to hit you like I did. Sorry."
Just then my pager started to buzz at me. Grissom wanted to see me in his office. My thoughts were that Sara went to him; have him try to talk to me, see what was going on with me lately. I put on a clean shirt and headed to his office. I suspected that my guesses were correct when I saw that the blinds were drawn.
Grissom: "C'mon in. Close the door behind you."
I did as I was told and sat in one of the chairs that I had sat in many times before. But this occasion wasn't as happy-go-lucky or light hearted as before.
Greg: "What did you need?" Like I don't already know or have an idea.
Grissom: "Sara came to me earlier. She told me that you cut your arm on your locker."
Greg: "So? What is the big deal about cutting my arm on my locker? It was just a stupid accident."
Grissom: "Well, for a little over a month now, Hodges has been informing me that beakers have gone missing."
Greg: "Once again, so? Hodges looses stuff that is not dealing with an open or recent case."
Grissom: "It is not only Hodges that is missing beakers. Some of Mia's beakers are MIA. No pun intended."
Greg: "Grissom, is there a point to this? I have an open case with Sara. Get to the point if there is one."
Grissom:
"No, you don't have a case with Sara. I took you off it after
she came to me. Now, since you don't have an excuse to leave, we
are going to talk about this."
Greg: "Grissom! There is
nothing to talk about. You had no reason to take me off this
case."
Grissom: "Yes I did Greg. After you hit Nick last
week, I had to question him so that I could file a report about your
suspension. You know that is standard procedure. He told me about
what caused you to go off like that. I believe that you are taking
the breakup with Warrick pretty hard."
Greg: "How do you know
about that? I thought no one knew that I was into guys."
Grissom:
"It wasn't hard for me to figure out that you are into guys and
Warrick is bi. Now, tell me what is going on."
Greg:
"Nothing is going on! Now, put me back on the case with Sara. Or
give me an assignment."
Grissom: "There are no assignments for
you and you are not being put on any cases until— Greg, are your
hands shaking?"
I clasped my hands behind my back and denied
it. I couldn't let him see that I was weak. I did the only thing
I could, I ran. Ran past the break room, the locker room, and the
lobby, even the parking lot. Now, I live about two miles from the
lab. That is a long ways to run, but I didn't even realize I had
until I was at my front door. It was only after I had downed half
the bottle of Jack Daniels that I keep in the cupboard and wrote what
is above this sentence that I realized that my car and most of my
stuff was still in my locker at the lab. Then I heard someone at my
door.
After looking out the peephole and seeing Grissom, I didn't open the door. I just watched to see if he was just going to give up and leave. He didn't. He called my cell phone. Unfortunately, he heard it ring in my pocket. I decided to answer it as I was running to where I kept my steak knives.
Greg: "Grissom, I was just going to stick to the cutting, but now that probably everyone in the lab knows that I am gay and a cutter and I get smashed every night, there is not a different road to take."
Grissom:
"Greg, don't do this. I can guarantee you that not the whole lab
knows. Please don't do this."
Greg: "Grissom, begging isn't
going to get you anywhere. Sorry I had to waste five years of my
life trying to gain my way into your good graces. Oh, and tell Sara,
that she is the reason that I like guys and Warrick that he is the
reason I did what caused me to deck Nick and become a cutter. Let
Catherine know that I never got over the lab explosion and that
caused me to loose Warrick. I hope she has better luck with him than
I did. One last thing, tell Doc Robbins thank you for helping with
my research of suicide and some of the faster ways to end your
life."
After that, I hung up and finished writing that and
the sentence after this. The last thing I heard was the sound of my
front door being broken down.
