Friends First
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Author's Note: I hope you enjoy this new GregSara fic. Spoilers for No Humans Involved and Nesting Dolls.
I'm sorry it took so long to update. School has been absolutely crazy. I'll try to update a couple times during the break. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Chapter 8:
Over the next couple months, Greg and Sara spent much of their free time together. Sara stayed at Greg's apartment usually four nights a week and most of her stuff was at his place. They still weren't dating but their friendship grew each passing day, until the one day that it changed forever.
The shift began like any normal shift. Cases were handed out at the beginning of shift and Grissom and Sara went off to their case at the state mental institution.
Greg continued with the case he had been working on with Nick from the last shift. The day went normal, Sara didn't come to his apartment that day, he didn't even think that she had gone home at all. Probably pulled a double shift.
The next night he went into work and found out Sara and Grissom had gone back to the institution. He helped Mia with a backup in the DNA lab since no new cases had come in and his case was closed.
Around 3:00am, Greg was sitting in the break room drinking a cup of his Blue Hawaiian Coffee and he felt something. He felt fear but not for himself. For Sara! Greg jumped out of his chair and ran around the lab, looking to see if Sara had returned yet. She hadn't.
He grabbed his cell and dialled her number, but only got the answering machine. Greg grew more worried and decided to call the institution. He got the number from the receptionist and went into the locker room to call in private.
The receptionist at the institution answered on the second ring and Greg asked about the CSI's working there.
"I'm sorry, we can't give out any information on business here," the receptionist answered cryptically.
"Please," Greg asked, but he could tell she wouldn't without some incentive. "One of the CSI's, she is my wife," he lied. "I think something is wrong with her."
"Oh," the woman seemed surprised and then worried.
"What?" Greg's voice rose, "has something to her?"
"I'm sorry," she said apologetically, "I can't give out that information."
"Please," Greg begged his worry growing.
The receptionist lowered her voice and whispered, "she has been attacked by one of the inmates."
Greg dropped onto the bench and almost let the phone fall.
"Sir, sir?" the receptionist asked worriedly.
"Is she alright?" Greg shouted into the phone.
"She is unhurt," the receptionist replied and Greg breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you," Greg said gratefully and hung up the phone. He stared at the floor, trying not to rush out of the building at once. He would have to wait at the lab until Sara returned.