A/N: My apologies to anyone who laughed themselves to tears during the angsty scene between Olaf and Greg. My translations were a little off, I meant no disrespect to anyone.

Miss Cam has graciously agreed to translate for me so that I don't continue to make horrible mistakes with papa Olaf's native tongue.

Responses to my wonderful reviews are at the end of the chapter. Thanks to every single one of you, you are the inspiration that keeps me writing!

Tøysefant – one who has fun goofing around

Gullgutt – golden boy

vemmelig spedbarn - Obnoxious infant

Kostbar - precious one (however this is not quite what I thought – it means precious as in expensive not as precious/dear to me) Thanks Miss Cam!

Jeg elsker De - I love you

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Grissom was sitting in the waiting area and staring at the door to Greg's room when Agent Duncan arrived.

"Did you even go home?" She asked, frowning.

"Yes, I did." Grissom rubbed the stubble on his chin. "I just didn't sleep very well."

"Ah." Jodi smiled. "Women are lucky in that department, we can cover up the dark circles and bags under the eyes with makeup. You poor guys just have deal with it." She sat down beside him. "I hear his grandfather made it in on a red eye flight this morning."

"Yes, he's with Greg now. His presence has made an incredible difference in Greg."

"The people who know them intimately are often the best medicine."

Grissom's voice was low, "I don't know what to tell him."

"Tell him the truth, he'll understand that Greg's been through a lot in the last week."

"How can I tell him his grandson tried to kill himself?"

"It's not your fault Grissom. Don't hide the truth or try to sugar coat it and make it look like something else."

"Why?"

"The truth will come out at the trial and when people hear it then, they'll be angry that you lied to them."

"That's not what I meant."

"Why did he do it?"

"Yeah."

"Depression, anger, self-loathing. As Nick pointed out I don't know Greg, I can only speculate about what drove him to do that. Some suicidal people want to die, some just want help but they don't know how to ask for it."

"And that was a way of asking for help?"

"When you get lost, do you ask for directions or just pick a path and go?"

Grissom smiled, arching an eyebrow.

"When you get lost inside yourself there is no one to ask for directions, confusion can make you step off the edge of the cliff."

"Or onto the point of a knife."

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Dr. Pendergraft agreed to remove the physical restraints but he would not rescind the order for chemical restraints. If Greg behaved as Olaf promised and cooperated with treatment then tomorrow morning he would no longer require Greg to have injections of

Valium. He cautioned Greg and Olaf that if Greg did anything to cause the nurses trouble, he would reinstate the order to have Greg tied back down.

"Your visitor list can be expanded to include all those people who keep calling to check on you." Dr. Pendergraft smiled, "That will make the switchboard operator happy."

Greg promised to behave, calmly accepting the injection. When the ties that bound his hands to the bed were removed, Greg stretched lazily, like a contented cat, then sat up and scratched at his shoulder. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." he said, grinning.

"Your own fault for being such a vemmelig spedbarn." Olaf shook a finger at him. "Now we can get down to business." He opened a small wooden box and took out a handful of chess pieces.

Greg laughed, "Is Papa Hojem still beating you?"

"He does not beat me," Olaf looked insulted, "I let him win."

"Uh huh," Greg didn't look convinced, "Every time?"

"Just try to keep up gullgutt."

"Best two out of three?" Greg offered.

"Three of four." Olaf challenged.

"Ohh, glutton for humiliation today aren't we?" Greg began setting the pieces up on the board. "I'll let you win the first one, after that you're on your own."

Three hours later and Greg had won four of five.

"I must go and let you rest." Olaf said sweeping the chessmen back into the box.

"You're just tired of me winning." Greg covered his mouth as he yawned.

"Perhaps." Olaf admitted, folding the chessboard. "Perhaps I wish to let you get some much needed rest." He finished packing away the game but left it on the table beside the bed. "Tomorrow we will play again and I will win." He laughed, "Mr. Chess captain." He

leaned over and kissed Greg on the forehead, "Jeg er glad I deg Gregers."

"I love you too, Papa."

Olaf paused in the door, "Goodnight grandson, sleep well."

Greg yawned again, "Goodnight."

Out in the hall, Olaf paused when he saw Grissom sitting and talking with Agent Duncan.

"You are talking about my grandson, yes?" Olaf didn't wait for an answer; he sat in the chair across from Grissom.

"Let me tell you about my tøysefant. My son died when Greg was young. My daughter in law had a hard time raising Greg alone. When she moved back with her parents, Greg was already very independent. Questions all the time, constantly he must know why and how. Always pushing, testing every rule. He needs a strong hand to teach him the boundaries."

Olaf looked at the floor and his voice was rough, "His behavior was a way of testing your love for him. If you cared you'd make him stop, if you didn't care he'd be allowed to continue with his selfish actions."

Olaf stood, "I must call his mother and let her know he is much better. Ella wanted to come but her father is ill so she had to stay." Olaf shook his head, "He is in very bad health, I haven't told Greg yet." He left, nodding to Nick as they met in the hallway.

"What's with Mr. Clean?" asked Nick.

"Who?"

"The big bald guy."

"Oh." Grissom smiled, "That was Greg's grandfather, Olaf."

"That's his grandfather? That guy is huge." said Nick, staring incredulously after the retreating form. "He must be six four and at least 250."

"I guess Greg takes after his mother's side of the family." Jodi smiled.

"Uh," Nick cleared his throat nervously. "Agent Duncan, hi." He rubbed absently at the blush creeping up the back of his neck and glanced at Gil.

Grissom stood up, "I'm going to check on Greg." He winked at Nick; "I'll catch up with you later."

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Grissom sat beside the bed and watched the young man. Greg's breathing was a little shallow and uneven still but the heart monitor peeped in a reassuring rhythm. Gone were the lines across his forehead and the tight set to his lips. Greg looked like he was resting

without pain or fear. The agitation that had kept him straining against the restraints was also gone, his hands and feet were still, no soft cries emanating from between clenched teeth.

The door opened and Grissom smiled as Sara came in.

"Hey." she said, in greeting.

"Hey, yourself." Grissom nodded toward the door, "Is Nicky still groveling?"

"Yeah", Sara smiled crookedly, "it's cute when he forgets how to talk."

"I don't know if it's forgetfulness or if he's trying to avoid saying something Agent Duncan will try to analyze."

Sara laughed, walking over to stand by the bed, on the opposite side from Grissom. Her eyes glistened with moisture as she looked at Greg. "How is he?"

"Resting comfortably." Grissom assured her.

Sara laid her hand over Greg's, frowning at the chill of his skin. "He's cold. Why are his hands so cold?" She touched his cheek, "Greg? Come on Greg, wake up."

Greg didn't stir and Sara looked worriedly at Grissom.

Gil stood up and stroked Greg's eyelashes with a fingernail, when this didn't evoke a response from the young man he too frowned. "Sara, push the call button. I think we need to have the doctor check him over."

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Fwe: Who else would hang on so long to help me out with a story that has gone 20,000 words longer than I said it would? Not to mention you could wall paper the Sear's Tower with all my punctuation errors you've corrected LOL!

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ladyjr16: I'm not sure how everyone lectured him looking but I tried to stay true to how I'm sure everyone thought he acted.hands ladyjrl6 more tissues You may need these!

linschickrule101 Oh Boy were my translations a tad off! I was going for precious one meaning a dear person but Miss Cam (who speaks Norwegian) set me straight on that kostbar is translated to meaning expensive!

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Thankfully I have Miss Cam helping me out on the translations now so I'm not going to say anything offensive in Norwegian.

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Matteic: I have a cage of badgers with your name on them dearie! ;) I'll try to update more often but it is ball season, so I'm shuttling the kids to the ball fields and keeping score at their games, it doesn't give me much time to fantasize about the Greggy boy.

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