Point of View - Catherine
"Greg? It's Cath. I have some news about Tara ..."
The conversation lasted only seconds, as he decided that he was going to come visit her. I told him to tell Tara that Grissom told him about the incident. I could handle Grissom's complaints later.
Greg stormed in through the double doors into the waiting room in a worried panic. His eyes darted around the room and he finally settled his gaze on a chair.
"Why is this happening to me? First she up and leaves me, and then she gets raped and assaulted by some bastard! I love her, why is this happening?", he asked nobody in particular as he sat down inthe chair and threw his head in is hands.
"Greg, all I know is that she is injured, and sacred. Be patient with her, she's been through alot.", I said, well aware that he already knew this. I didn't know what else to say, though.
"Did she tell you why she left! Did she tell you who this guy was! Are we gonna catch him!" he started, his adrenaline pumping through his veins as he turned into over-protective-boyfriend Greg. He looked so distraught. His eyes were bloodshot and dry, and his face was unusually pale.
"No, yes, and no. She is scared of him. She doesn't want people to know, either. I personally, know how helpless and scared she feels. I don't blame her for wanting to destroy every trace of him left. Guys don't understand that women aren't somehting they can play with, and then throw away when it get's boring.", I vented. I knew Greg was a good guy, and he didn't deserve my scoldings, but I said it anyway.
All of a sudden his face lit up. He had an idea, it was written all over him.
"I did find something, butI don't know what to make of it. Catherine, when I emptied the trash last night, I found something. On top of some old, dead flowers, there was a box. With a platinum weddingband in it."
"She was going to propose...", I whispered to myself.
"Catherine, you swore you wouldn't tell!", a sharp, hurt voice scolded meas I whirled around at the sound of my voice.
Shit.
"Tara! Why didn't you tell me you were hurt? Why did you leave me?", Greg interrupted beforeI could reply to Tara's acusation. He scanned Tara from head to toe, looking at all her injuries and hating the bastard who did this even more than Greg thought possible. He saw red as he thought about this fucker, beatinghis, Greg's, Tara. He honestly wanted to commit a murder right there in that waiting room.
Tara sat in a wheelchair, bandages up her shin and lower abdomen. She probably had to have stitches, and they had a thin plastic brace around her torso to protect her broken rib. She also had a tiny peice of metal across the bridge of her nose to brace it where it had broken. She was in her regular clothes, not a hospital gown. She stood up carefully and walked over to Greg.
"Greg, I'm sorry. I never should have just left because you were late. I was going to propose to you that night you stayed five extra hours. I was hurt, so I packed up and left. I felt lonely, so I called my ex, who obviously had some issues. I am not pressing charges, but if we ever get a case against him, my experience will help put him behind bars.", Tara tried to explain, she had really forgiven him. She must have thought about him,through all this.
I watched the two apologise to each other, and I started to cry. Happy tears. I knew that this was going to be okay for them now. I had helped.