Hello people who obviously like my story or wouldn't be coming back for chapter two. I was over whelmed by the reviews I got for this story! 12! I am rather pleased with myself.

I am not killing Greggo

Note to all my lovely readers: In my last chapter there were many mistakes that I would like to point out:

LSD is taken by mouth not syringe.

60 Milligrams would kill Greggo in a second. He was supposed to take 60m not 60 milligrams.

Greg's "tremors" weren't tremors they would be considered a spasm.

Not many but three. That is a lot when trying to be perfect. Same thing as before, if you hate it just go away. Any one who did not catch it before GREG IS NOT GOING TO DIE. There are other horrible things I have planned for the little man.

Greg's trip wasn't going over as well as he had hoped. The only thing going his way was that no one was smart enough to notice any of his symptoms, and they were supposed to be observant. So that meant that the average idiot wouldn't notice. Unfortunately after doing more research on LSD he discovered it wasn't addictive, and eventually the body would become tolerant to it, meaning he would have to take larger doses.

Greg went out in the field to help on the mass murder, seeing as how Catherine had to take time to be with her daughter. The night before he had been seeing things, hallucinations. He wasn't worried about anything other than the fact that he was going to see something at the crime scene and get in some form of accident.

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Nothing yet…Greg was at the scene, processing, not seeing shit.

"Greg?" Sara asked, "Is there something going on? Something you'd like help with?"

"No."

"You know we all love you, and if there's anything, and I mean anything, wrong we're going to be here for you."

"That's great Sara." Greg obviously couldn't care less if he tried, it really concerned Sara, "I'll keep that in mind when there is something I would want to tell you."

"Greg, you're depressed aren't you?"

"Wha-"

"Greg. You. Are. Fucking. Depressed." Sara glared at him, "Why didn't you tell us?"

Greg stared at the ground, he couldn't tell Sara what he was doing, could he? What if he did? LSD was illegal. He didn't know how to control his actions anymore. He didn't know why he was depressed he didn't know anything. Anymore. What had happened to him? Years ago he had been a joker, weird, and just lightened up everyone's faces. Why couldn't he anymore? Maybe it was because he couldn't lighten up his own face. Couldn't bring himself to smile, nothing could.

"Please Greggo, tell me what's on your mind."

"I plead the fifth." And with that he walked off to the other side of the crime scene.

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After he got back from the scene Greg walked out back and pulled out a package of cigarettes and a lighter. Even though it was raining and cold, which Greg found slightly odd, he stood outside taking long drawls from the 6 dollar cigarettes. Not once did he think that someone would walk out on him. But that's exactly what they did.

Greg was almost finished with his second cigarette Nick walked out to put something in the dumpster.

"Greggo?" Nick wasn't sure if it was his friend or some fruit hobo. Greg dropped the butt of the cigarette and turned to pull another one and Nick saw his face in full. "Greg?"

"Mhm." Greg took a long drawl apparently more concerned that he only had two left in his package than that someone caught him smoking on company time.

Nick just shook his head and took the cigarette from Greg's mouth, the rest of the package and the lighter. Ignoring Greg's protests, he walked inside with the stuff to hand over to Grissom.

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"What are you doing with this Nick?" Grissom walked up behind Nick, who was searching for him, and took the items from his hand.

"They were on the ground next to the lab." He lied and walked away, he wasn't about to get Greg fired.

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Nick had taken his last pack and only lighter so Greg walked inside, "Damn smoking is going to get expensive." He grumbled hands in his pockets, walking toward the staff lounge.

Nick was there. "Since when do you smoke Greg?"

"Years. Since I was 13." Well, another web of lies he would have to keep up. Perfect, but did the smoke taste good or what? He would be willing to keep up the lies to be able to keep smoking. He could see why people murdered others for money to buy their smokes and drugs. It was so rewarding, and it tasted like heaven. He needed another one. Only four hours left on shift.

"Why haven't any of us caught you before then?" Nick was so nosy when it came to his friends. He only wanted to protect Greg.

"I just became a heavy duty smoker about a week ago. I used to only smoke about once a month. Don't know, one day I decided to smoke all the time." He was drinking some orange juice that tasted as though it had expired some time ago. "Well I'm going to go clear out my desk. I'll catch ya."

"And why would you being cleanin it out? I didn't tell Gris, I didn't want you to get fired. Just don't smoke near the crime lab anymore. I will turn you in if I catch you at it again."

"On or off of shift?"

"If I could it would be both, but all I can do is catch you on shift. You're goin ta kill yourself man."

"I need a cigarette Nick. Can you please let me smoke behind the building? I'm going to go crazy. And if I end my life 20 years early, I'll die happy wont I?"

"What else are you in? Marijuana, cocaine, heroin? Cutting? Drinkin yourself into unconsciousness?"

"Does it matter Nick? Who really cares if worthless Greg is rotting his guts out? Who would it hurt if worthless Greg O.D.ed on marijuana? Worthless Greg gave himself alcohol poisoning last night, drank himself to death. Poor Greg, slit his wrists and bled out. We knew he wouldn't amount to anything and now look at him, got out the easy way. When this happens you can say something about it at my funeral. I think it's going to be in about three weeks."

"Greg!" Sara walked in the room, "Why? Why are you so depressed, that you're thinking of ending it?"

"It's not what you think Sara." Greg glanced at her, pain in his eyes, "I promise. I'm staying in, taking all the pain, I'm going through."

"Can I make you go through a drug test? For my own reassurance?"

"It's going to pick up on a lot of stuff. Someone drugged me last night, and I smoke, so a drug test will become void."

"How can I prove that you smoke?" She glanced at Nick who nodded sadly, "How long?"

"13 years. When I was 13 I had a friend who could get us cigarettes from his dad's quick stop. Yes I know, that's half my life, and five years of it was illegal. I like smoking ok. If you don't want to have to deal with it you can just pretend like you don't even know me. I like drinking. If you want to accompany me to bars everyday, be my guest. I like cutting. If you want to go to my house and find all the knives, razors, scissors, and sharpeners, go right ahead. I'll just go out and buy more." Greg glared at them, "But this is none of your concern, I want to screw my life up. It's my choice." And with that he walked out of the room.

An eerie silence hung over the two as they watched their friend, he was killing himself. There had to be someway they could get him to stop.

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"Yes Nick, Sara." He sat at his desk reading a book on entomology.

Nick looked out the door making sure there was no one listening, "If the open door bothers you, feel free to close it." Nick did as he was told.

Truth be told Nick hadn't wanted to be here, Sara had dragged him the whole way, through protests. They had made quite a scene. Sara was literally dragging Nick by the shirt, and Nick was literally yelling his protests. "We have to ask you something." Sara started, staring at Grissom with something that looked almost like rage.

"Tell me then."

"Does the lab have a suicide watch?"

"We do. But why would you ask?"

"Well I figured out that Greg smokes. I asked him if he was doing anything else to himself, then he started yelling that no one would care if 'Worthless Greg' O.D.ed or killed him self. And Sara came to the conclusion that Greg was suicidal, so she dragged me here to ask if you could put Greg on suicide watch." Nick told Grissom, backing away from Sara.

"Not only that. He told us he was cutting, and drinking himself into unconsciousness, every chance he had. All he told us was that he likes it."