Sara and Greg entered the CSI headquarters, Grissom staying
outside to gather evidence. The adrenaline had worn off, leaving
only exhaustion.
Sara looked over at Greg, relief flooding through her that they
had escaped Stevens. She was about to comment on it when she noticed
how pained he appeared. She stopped him and he stared at her with
pain in his eyes.
"What's wrong?" She asked. She looked him over once again,
wondering if she had missed something. She froze when she saw the
blood on the floor. Fear went through her, but she forced it down.
"Greg!" Sara shouted as she looked down at his side and saw the
blood flowing through his hand.
She called for help, trying to keep Greg on his feet. She felt
him grow heavy in her arms and she sank to the floor with him. Out of
the corner of her eye she saw people run toward them, but she placed
all her attention on Greg.
Greg slowly woke and saw he was back in the hospital. He groaned
softly wondering how many days he'd be here this time. He looked
around the room, his gaze landing on Sara.
"You're awake," she said as she ran her fingers through his
hair. "You've been asleep for two days."
"Are you all right?" Greg asked more concerned about her.
"I'm okay," she answered calmly. "Now that you're going to be
fine."
Greg reached out and touched her cheek. She closed her eyes and
leaned into his hand.
Images flashed through him and he heard someone gasp in pain.
He walked down the hallway, searching for Sara. He held results
in his hand for a case she was on. He found her in the evidence
room, looking over some clothes. He went up to her, a smile on his
face.
"The results from the hair you found," he said as he handed her
the paper.
Sara glanced at it as he waited for her reaction.
"The hair's female," she said, looking from the paper to
him. "The blood we found was male."
"Then someone else was there," Greg remarked.
"Back to the scene then," she said as she left the room without
another word.
Greg returned to the present as the memory slowly faded. He
looked at Sara as more memories came flooding back. Each one of them
was of Sara being cold to him. It hurt him to know how she had
treated him. He closed his eyes and lied back against the pillow.
"What is it?" Sara asked concern in her voice. "Did you remember
something?"
Greg stared at her, wondering if he should tell her. He averted
his gaze and closed his eyes.
"I remember you didn't like me very much."
"I didn't know you very well, Greg," she said softly, her hand on
his shoulder.
He turned his gaze back to her, her expression on of concern. His
heart sank, knowing there was a time when she didn't care for him.
He looked away as a lump lodged in his throat.
"Greg," Sara whispered. "It's in the past. We got to know each
other over time. We wouldn't be married other wise."
"It's fresh in my mind, Sara," he said softly.
"What about your other memories of us?" Sara asked, her voice
catching.
Greg didn't know how to answer, so he remained silent. All he
could visualize was Sara and her curt remarks to him whenever he
tried to strike up a conversation with her. He didn't think anything
could hurt this much.
"You do know I love you," Sara said.
Greg looked at her and saw the brightness in her eyes. He didn't
mean to make her cry. He wiped a stray tear from her cheek.
"I know," he whispered. "I can't help which memories resurface."
Sara nodded, offering him a slight smile. She ran a hand through
his hair then kissed him on the lips.
"I'll see you tomorrow."
Greg nodded and watched her leave. He closed his eyes and the
hurtful memories of Sara appeared before him.
How could he not notice how indifferent she was to him? Had his
crush on her been so strong that he ignored her attitude toward him?
Maybe I just didn't want to see it, he thought as he drifted off
to sleep.
Two days later Greg was released from the hospital. The memories
of Sara's curt behavior to him still on his mind. He couldn't get
them out of his head and no new memories came to him.
He walked down the hall and into the DNA lab. He wanted to focus
on something other than the hurtful memories which assaulted him. He
picked up an evidence bag and buried himself in his work. He didn't
see Grissom enter the room until he cleared his throat.
Greg turned around in surprise.
"You should be at home," Grissom said. "The doctor said you need
rest."
"I did plenty of that in the hospital. I need something to focus
on."
"How about your son, Greg?" Grissom offered.
Greg sighed, knowing Grissom was right. Pain still tore through
him every once in awhile, catching him off guard. All he needed was
to drop something in the lab.
There's still the memories, Greg thought. I don't know if I can
get over them.
"Go home, Greg," Grissom said again. "Mia can hold down the fort."
Greg smiled slightly, not feeling at all cheerful.
"All right. I'll go home."
"I'll tell Sara where you're at before she panics."
Greg nodded and headed into the locker room. He took off his lab
coat and hung it up. He then slipped off his shirt and changed into a
black cotton pullover.
"Didn't you just get here?" Nick asked.
Greg closed his locker and faced the older man.
"Grissom convinced me to go home. Doctor's orders."
Nick nodded and Greg headed out of the room. He didn't get far
before Nick called his name. He turned, an eyebrow raised.
"What's bothering you?"
Both eyebrows shot up in surprise. How did Nick know something
bothered him? Was he transmitting misery that strongly?
"It's nothing. Bad memories."
"Must be really bad memories. I called you three times as you were
heading to the locker room. What are they about?"
Greg debated whether to tell Nick or not. He stared at the floor
and sighed. Maybe he could help.
"I remember how cold and indifferent Sara was to me. They won't
get out of my head."
"Have you talked to Sara about them?"
"She said it's the past."
"It is," Nick replied. "They're just memories, Greg. You know how
far you've come with her. Think of it like that."
"Thanks," Greg said softly. "I'll talk to her when she gets home."
"You do that."
Greg nodded and made his way out of the building.
Greg unlocked the door and stepped into the apartment. He closed
the door, surprising the babysitter. She jumped from the couch, a
book in her hand.
"You're home early," she said, staring at him.
"Yeah. Doctor's orders."
"You okay?"
"Yes, just tired."
She nodded as Greg handed her some money. She thanked him and
left. He strode down the hall and into the baby's room. He gazed into
the crib and saw his son sleeping peacefully.
"You are a little miracle," Greg whispered as he ran a finger over
Erick's forehead.
Even as he gazed at his son, the memories of an indifferent Sara
refused to leave. His breath caught in his throat and tears stung his
eyes. He blinked them back and took a deep breath.
He ran a hand through his hair and left the room. He went into the
bathroom and started the shower. As he washed his hair, his mind
wandered to what he would say to Sara. He knew what she would say,
but he couldn't leave it in the past. The pain was too fresh.
Sara walked down the hallway toward the ballistics lab when
Grissom called her name. She stopped and waited for her supervisor
to catch up.
"What is it?"
"I wanted to tell you that I sent Greg home," Grissom
answered. "The doctor told me he needs rest."
Sara nodded slowly as what happened at the hospital came back to
her. She sighed.
"More memories have surfaced," she admitted. "They weren't happy
ones."
Grissom raised an eyebrow, a signal for her to continue.
"He's remembered how I treated him when I started working here."
Grissom nodded thoughtfully, "You weren't very sociable when you
started working here. You warmed up eventually."
"It took longer to warm up to Greg," Sara admitted as she looked
at the floor. "There were times when I wanted to strangle him."
"There were times when we all wanted to strangle him, Sara."
"I knew he had a crush on me and I still treated him terribly. The
worst part is that back then, it didn't bother him."
"And it does now?"
Sara nodded as she looked at Grissom. She felt the sting of tears
in her eyes and she blinked them away. She sighed, not enjoying this
trip down memory lane.
"Talk to him about it and maybe they'll go away."
Sara nodded, though she believed saying it was easier than doing
it.