Disclaimer: You know that I don't own anything but Oz

After that horrible revelation I fell asleep on the couch in Greg's arms but woke up in my bed with a note attached to my forehead. Gently pulling it off I saw that it was from Greg.

Hey Oz, if I'm not home then I went shopping. I'll be back later unless I get called into work. Love, Greg

Getting up and stretching to some degree, I made my way to the bathroom. After doing my morning rituals I decided to take a bath instead of a shower. While the tub filled up, I went to my room and got bath salt that I got as a gift from my mom. I sprinkled some in the tub then got in. I was immediately relaxed, it seemed as if all of my problems floated away. I don't know how long I was in there but by the time I got out, my hands were really pruney. I toweled off, reapplied my bandages and got dressed for the day. I was warm so I work a green skirt, and a matching green top, if you didn't know it you could say I was wearing a dress. The red numbers on my alarm clock read 5:45pm, I didn't realize how long or little, depending on how you look at it, I slept.

I walked out of the room to find a vase full of pink and yellow roses with a note from Greg; at least I thought it was from Greg. I picked up the card and froze when I saw the handwriting, it was Danny. Panicking I called Greg.

"Hello?"

"Greg where are you?" I asked frantically

"I'm in a store, why what's wrong?"

"Did you bring me roses?"

"No, there were in the hallway, I thought that they were from someone you know."

"Well I do know them but I'd rather forget him"

"Who are they from?"

"Danny" I barley whispered

"Don't move I'm on my way home"

Greg got home almost as soon as I hung up, I knew that he sped the entire way but I didn't care I just needed him home. When he opened the door, I was enveloped in a hug and I lost it. The tears wouldn't stop falling and I didn't care.

Greg's pov

When I walked in the door and saw her, my heart broke, I never knew her to be scared like that. Walking up to her I took her in my arms and then the tears started. I wasn't sure what to do or not to do, I just kept repeating soothing words and rubbing her back. I felt her tremble and I knew I wanted that prick dead. I felt her calm down and asked if she wanted to talk about it. She told me that she thought the flowers were from me but once she saw the handwriting she freaked.

"How does he know where I am?"

"I don't know, but I will find him and make him pay"

"No Greg you can't, if you do then who will I have to make fun of because he doesn't match?"

"Good point but I will stop him. I'm going to bring the flowers to work and see if I can find anything."

"Don't leave me alone please" I begged

"Ok you can come into work with me but you will probably have to stay in the break room"

"As long as I'm not by myself I don't care"

I got ready for work seeing as it was 8 by the time Oz calmed down and didn't look like she had a mental breakdown. I put the flowers in a bag, careful not to touch it, and took the card from Oz. I packed everything in my car then got Oz ready. I packed her a small duffle bag of clothes and other requirements she might need. In the bag I put a pair of my pj pants and a long sleeve shirt she loves, tooth past and brush, and a towel.

"Ready to go?" I asked her.

"Yup"

We got in my car and drove to work. As I pulled up my cell phone rang.

"Sanders"

"Yeah, I'm already parked"

"Sure be there in a minute"

We got out and I gave Oz my spare ID card. Walking in the building was something I will never forget. Everyone stopped and stared as I made my way to the locker room with Oz clutching my hand for dear life.

"Well this is a surprise" a deep southern accented voice said behind us.

"Oh hey Nick didn't see you there" Greg said casually.

"So Greggo, are you going to introduce me to your lovely friend?"

"Sorry, Nick this is Oz, Oz this is Nick Stokes"

Oz's pov

When I looked up I thought I had died and gone to heaven because there was a god staring right at me. Coming to my senses I held out my hand, "nice to meet you Mr. Stokes"

As he took my hand I felt a shock go through me and when he spoke to me, my knees turned to jelly, "please call me Nick"

"You can call me Oz if you'd like or any variation of Roslyn" I replied still shaking his hand.

A cough from behind me brought me back down to reality. I turned to Greg and went behind him, almost as a shield. Nick went to his locker and left.

"Was it just me or did the room get hot in here when you two shook hands?"

Sorry to cut short but I'm having trouble writing.

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