Hi hi!
Kk, just a few quick things before I start.
1. It has been brought to my attention in a review, that I need to work on the format of this story and the length of my author's notes. Saying that they don't wanna read them, but get straight to the 'good stuff'. Well, I make it perfectly clear in every chappie where my notes start and end, for the fact that many ppl don't come here to read them. If they do not pertain to you, please just skip over them. The reviews are at the bottom, (and from now on will be there) and they are clearly marked. So please skip over them if you are not interested.
2. I just want to re-mention the csi fanfic awards that are being held. The website is on the last chappie, so please go there and nominate and vote for your fav author or story.
3. I received an e-mail about a new fanfic rule, stating that authors will be no longer allowed to review to their reviewers. The letter contained a petition that needs 200 signatures to pass. If this effects anyone and they would like a copy of the e-mail, please e-mail me (address in my profile) and I will send you a copy. Please send it to all of your fanfic friends so we can keep this rule from passing.
Thank you for your time and patience, now here is the chapter!
Disclaimer- Sadly, the owner of CSI is male, so no matter wut I say, I will never own it. Sigh
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Chapter 12- Déjà vu and the Next Scare
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Darkness. Nothing at all in the pitch black. A slight movement, and the black was replaced with white bursts filled with pain.
Greg whimpered quietly as he tried to roll over, but his half conscious mind was fogged with pain every time he moved his arms or legs. The ground beneath him seemed to be moving, and the rough bouncing wasn't helping him any. He tried to straighten out his stiff muscles, but the small space didn't allow any movement.
Everything suddenly came to an abrupt halt, and the darkness was replaced by a burst of light.
'Artificial light. A flood light.' Greg's barely coherent mind kicked into CSI mode long enough to realize that much.
He was roughly grabbed and lifted from his uncomfortably cramped prison. It was short lived, however, as he was just as precariously thrown into another prison, this one much harder against his sore back, but thankfully long enough for him to stretch out. The last thing Greg remembered was a quiet voice.
"Nighty night, Mr. Sanders. You're the last one."
And the light was gone with a slam of a lid and he was plunged back into darkness.
"No!"
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Nick opened the door to Greg's room just in time to see his friend thrashing wildly on the bed. Lost deep in his subconscious with a nightmare that had a strong grip on the young male's mind.
"Greg!"
"No!" Greg snapped up in bed, breathing rapidly and shaking uncontrollably. His skin had paled and beads of sweat were trailing down his slim body.
"Greg! Don't worry, you're okay. It was just a nightmare." Nick coaxed his delirious friend back into bed, the younger male's eyes snapping in every direction.
"Greg?" Sara said quietly as she approached the bed, "Greg? Are you all right?"
Greg's breathing slowed slightly and he looked up at the ceiling. "I was... I was in the trunk of a car and then... then thrown into the box. Oh my God, please tell me that didn't really happen! Please tell me I'm here cuz I blew something up in the lab. Please."
"Oh Greg," Catherine whispered as she sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Greg into an embrace.
Greg immediately clung to her and sobbed into her shoulder. "Catherine. Please, don't leave me. I don't wanna be alone."
Everyone else was dead quiet as they listened to their frightened friend's cries. Catherine looked over her shoulder after a minute. "Hey, why don't you guys go grab us some coffee while I calm him down."
The others nodded sullenly, slowly leaving the room. Warrick had to turn back around and lead a shell shocked Nick out the door.
Catherine looked back to the trembling figure in her lap. "Greg? Greggo, don't worry, I'm not leaving. Come on, you need to lie back down and rest your head."
Greg ever so slowly loosened his grip and Catherine helped him lie down, tucking the blanket in around him. She slowly made her way from the bed to a nearby chair, careful to make sure she stayed within Greg's eyesight the whole time. As soon as she was seated, she was surprised to see Greg shift and turn onto his side, facing toward her.
"Sorry", he gave a sheepish smile, "My backs still a little sore."
Catherine smiled slightly in return, but she knew that wasn't the full reason he had turned.
"What time is it?" Greg croaked tiredly.
Catherine made a grim face, "Late." It was the only answer she gave him.
There was another pause, a short uncomfortable moment of silence. Then he spoke up again. "How long have you been here?"
"A while." She said, ending a sense of deja vu through her.
Greg lying on his side in a hospital bed, asking her the same two questions. It brought back the memories of the lab explosion so long ago, but it was all still very fresh in her mind. Seeing Greg like this again brought up the motherly instincts she felt toward the male. The wacky, fun-loving son she never had.
"The docs wouldn't let us in for a while; they wanted you to sleep."
Greg chuckled quietly, "I did enough of that the past few hours, I want to stay up for a while."
Catherine shook her head. "Not too long, Greg. You need to rest, you're going to be dizzy for a while until that head wound heals."
Greg smiled sadly and fell quiet.
Catherine felt uneasy as she looked down at her hands, wringing them tightly in her lap.
"Thanks for finding me."
Catherine's eyes snapped up to Greg, watching as his smile faltered a little more. He was trying to hide the fear he felt deep inside of him, but Catherine could see it. The fear of being injured and buried under a few feet of dirt. Then hearing your friends standing just above you, but not being able to reach them until after you had run out of the air that kept you alive.
"Oh Greg," Catherine whispered, her eyes watering slightly as she reached out and held his hand, careful to avoid his casted wrist. "You are a very dear friend to all of us! We never meant for anything to happen to you. You were very strong throughout the whole thing; I'm very proud of you."
Greg's smile slowly turned into a real one as he looked at the woman next to him. "Thanks."
The door slowly opened and a nurse stuck her head in. "I'm very sorry to interrupt, but I need to give Mr. Sanders his next injection."
Greg visibly shuttered at the word, and Catherine couldn't help but laugh. The young tech had always worked around needles and other medical utensils, but he still had that fear of having them stuck into his own body.
The nurse pulled out a needle and injected it into Greg's IV. She watched in slight amusement as her young patient's eyes snapped shut when she pressed down the plunger. "All done. Now, just take it easy for a while, okay?"
Greg nodded slowly, eyes still squeezed tightly shut.
Catherine chuckled quietly as the nurse left. "I will never understand you and needles Greg; you're just fine when they're in your hand, but you don't trust anyone else when they are in control of em."
Greg chuckled slightly as he opened his eyes again. "The key word in there is 'control' Cath. I feel the power when I am in charge of the needle, but all the courage runs and hides when it isn't my hand that the needle is in."
Catherine laughed slightly and stood up slowly. "I'm going to tell the others that they can come in. Be right back, okay?"
Greg hadn't answered by the time she reached the door, so she turned back around. "Greg?"
The young male's only reply was a terrible tremor throughout his body as his breaths became quick and wheezy.
"Greg!" Catherine ran over to the other side of the bed again.
Greg's eyes were wide as he stared blankly at the wall, his breaths no longer feeding his lungs.
"Oh my God!" Catherine reached up and slammed the emergency call button over the bed. "Hold on Greg! Help is -"
The door burst open as Doctor Rowland and the nurse from before ran in. Rowland immediately ran over to the bed. "Get her out of here!"
Catherine was immediately whisked from the room and the curtains were thrown closed. The last thing she saw was Greg's pale face as he was laid flat on the bed. Then all she saw was the white blinds.
"Greg!"
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Grissom, Warrick, Sara, and Nick all turned the corner just in time to see a hysterical Catherine being thrown out of Greg's room, then immediately stagger to look into the window.
"Greg!"
"Catherine!" Nick yelled as they ran to her. "What happened! What's wrong with Greg!"
"I-I dunno! H-he was just fine when I was t-talking to him! Then the nurse came in and gave him another injection, and... and he suddenly became pale and started wheezing! Oh my God, what's happening!"
Sara pulled her into a tight embrace as she fell to the ground in hysterics. Warrick, Grissom, and Nick were all standing in paralyzed shock at the closed curtains, unable to move at all.
After what felt like an eternity, the door finally opened. Everyone looked up to see Doctor Rowland step out, leading the nurse who was crying openly and repeating one thing over and over. "I'm sorry. Oh my God, I'm so sorry!"
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Kk, I wanna be evil and stop it right here, cuz it seems like such as good spot. But don't worry, as soon as I am done here, I will start typing the next chappie and it'll be up before the end of the day!
Now, I am gonna review to my reviewers, so BE WARNED! IF YA DON'T WANNA READ THE REVIEWS, LEAVE NOW!
GreggoAddict: Hey pal! Thanx, I'm very honored to be your fav author/reviewer! Keep up the great work with your stories and I will always be there to review!
Allie: YEA! MY 100th REVIEW! Thank you very much!
Guardian6: Thanx! U were #101, but I love everyone! I'm glad you are enjouing this story, and I hope you continue to enjoy the show!
Bebob: Yea yea yea, I know there wan't any Greg in the last one! It was a filler, I'm sry! Lol, but ya got plenty of him in this one!
pistonsgirl074: Thanx, I was very wary about that chappie, but if you think I don't have any bad ones, Yea! And thanx very much for voting for me! That really means a lot!
Daisyangel: Yes, it'll take Greg awhile to heal, but his friends will help. And I am working on my other story too! But now I have that other idea too, so I might be updating 2 new stories at once!
new creation: Thanx! I love talking with my reviewers, cuz I have this kind of smart-alec personality. It's always a lot of fun! But ya might want to check out that e-mail I was talking bout, or we won't be able to do this anymore.
Sherlock's Sparrow, Joralie and korona123 : Here it is!
Hyperactive Forever: I hope that Greg returns to his wacky, fun-loving self too. The new Greg is way too sober for what we have seen him as.
KK, REVIEWS ARE DONE NOW!
All my notes only took about 1out of the 6 pages that it took to type this chappie. I'm very sorry if the length of them ticks anyone off.
Thanx all! Now I'm gonna go write the next chappie so you ppls don't hunt me down and kill me for the cliffie.
C-in ya!
Kittyluv