" Suffocate Me"
Chapter 2:I Can Run, I Can Hide
Hodges walked up to Grissom pissed off.
"Why did I get Sanders' work?" he asked.
" What do you mean? Greg should be doing his own work," Grissom said.
" Yeah, except you gave him the week off," Hodges said.
" That's not true, he doesn't," Grissom said, becoming confused.
" That's not what Sanders said," Hodges told him.
Grissom shook his head and walked out. He went to Greg's office and found a note taped to the door.
" Had some vacation time and got a life," Grissom read out loud.
He shook his head again, pissed as much as Hodges. Greg had gone too far. When Grissom found him, he was going to have his ass.
" Walking out of work. What was he thinking?" Grissom asked to no one in particular.
Grissom passed Nick in the hallway who was, coincidently, looking for Grissom.
" Grissom, Hodges is about to piss his pants. He was going off yelling about Greg. What in the hell is he talking about?" Nick asked.
" Apparently, Greg got a life. He left," Grissom said, his voice monotone.
" He left? He quit? WHAT?" Nick asked, his voice rose.
" Greg just walked out," Grissom told him," I'm going to look for him and chew his ass out," Grissom said, his anger peaking.
"Can I go? I want to help," Nick asked.
" No, you stay here and finish your case," Grissom said.
" What? C'mon Gris, you're going to need help. You don't even know where Greg would be," protested Nick.
" You finish you work, then page me and you can help. But no half ass work," Grissom told Nick.
" Fine," Nick agreed.
Nick walked to Archie's lab and left Grissom alone.
Grissom grabbed his keys and headed out to his Tahoe. He had no idea where to start. He hardly knew Greg outside of work. He knew the kid loved crazy music, wild clothes and funky hair. He knew Greg drank Blue Hawaiian coffee and would rather hide it than share. Grissom knew Greg wanted to get out in the field and be a CSI. There was very little he knew and could tell he was screwed. Grissom needed help. He needed Nick's help. Grissom sighed and pulled out his cell phone.
" Nicky, I'm in my Tahoe. Give Warrick your work and meet me out here quick," said Grissom shortly and then hung up his phone before Nick had time to say anything.
Within five minutes, Nick was in the Tahoe buckling up and telling Grissom where Greg could be.
" He had been talking about a new Marilyn Manson CD he wanted," Nick started," We could start with music stores."
Grissom nodded and pulled out of the parking lot.
" Why would he just leave?" Nick thought out loud.
" I don't know Nick. He had been sitting in the break room doing nothing. Sara asked what was up and he apparently had an attitude with her. I went in there and asked why he wasn't doing anything, and he said his lab blew up," answered Grissom.
" His lab blew up over six months ago," replied Nick,
" I know it did, so I can't understand why he said that," Grissom said.
Nick didn't say anything but tried to think of ways they could find Greg. Finding his in Las Vegas would be like trying to find a needle in a haystack. It would be nearly impossible.
Grissom stopped in front of Homer's and let Nick go inside. Nick walked in hoping to find a spiky head that went by the name of Greg. Instead he found himself talking to a slick haired person by the name of Joey.
" Have you happened to see a guy named Greg in here? Spiky hair, Hawaiian shirt, might be wearing an identification badge?" Nick asked. He hoped for a yes. Instead, he got turned down.
" Sorry, can't say I have," he said apologetic.
" No problem," Nick said, even though it was.
He walked back to the truck and got in. Nick shook his head and Grissom drove on.
"Should we try his apartment?" Grissom asked.
" Yeah, but it is a long shot. Greg would know we'd look for him there," Nick said.
" Maybe that's what he's hoping for," said Grissom.
" Maybe," replied Nick.
A/N- Thank you to everyone who has R&R this. I'll update it as soon as possible, and get to the good stuff!