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½ a year later
Nick sat in the break room with everyone else having just finished another case. Greg was sitting beside him with his tongue sticking out slightly as he sat folding swans until an annoying song filled the room from Greg's cell phone.
" Sanders…" he mumbled distractedly. The call got his interest. " What?" Nick looked at him out of the corner of his eyes still talking to Catherine. " Everything?" he asked softly. The others watched him now concerned. " Ok Thanks Amy." He said hanging up.
" Greg? Is everything ok?" Catherine asked gently. The blonde remained unmoving for a while before speaking softly to Grissom avoiding everyone's looks.
" I have to go, Gris. Something came up." He said sounding as if he was about to break down and sob at any moment. Nick held his arm as he stood up preventing him from leaving.
" What happened G?" his resistance broke and he sat back down with his head in his hands shaking slightly.
" Someone broke into my house." He said sitting back down. " They took everything even my toothbrush." He said laughing slightly before turning serious again. " Then they saw Claudio…he was most likely staring at them from his little tree he has. I don't know why but they…they shot him. He's dead now." He said shaking badly now trying not to cry.
" It's ok G." Nick said hugging him softly. The blonde shuddered but began to cry loudly remembering his sloth. The other's left quietly giving the two a quiet moment for a while. Nick whispered gentle words into his ear trying to calm him down before he moved him over to the couch and lay down so Greg was lying on top of him.
" What're you doin'?" he asked shaking.
" Watching over you." He said.
" I think we need to find a…a better way to do this. This isn't fun anymore." Greg said snuggling against him.
" I don't like this either. How about we get together Sundays or Saturday's." Greg replied with a small ok before the drifted off not repeating the song this time.
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