-1Disclaimer: I don't own the show. If I did, my last name would be Sanders.

Aftermath

Another busy day at the crime lab. A triple homicide, and the whole team was on overtime. Greg looked over the evidence and sighed. Three bodies had been found in an alley behind a convenient store. All murdered, execution style. Since it had rained after the murder, much of the valuable evidence had been lost.

Rubbing his eyes and forcing back a yawn, Greg recorded what he found. He looked up and smiled tiredly when Nick entered.

"Get anything?" Nick asked. He was just as tired as Greg.

"Only a little, I think the rain got the best of us," Greg replied. Dropping his pen, he ran his hands through his hair. "This case is going nowhere!"

"Tell me about it," Nick said, leaning against the table. He looked out the door to see a rather peppy Sara pass by. Awkward. He heard Greg shift uncomfortably behind him. Frowning, he turned to face him. "How are you holding up?"

Greg shrugged. "Ok, I guess. I still love her." Greg looked sadly at Nick.

"She shouldn't be with Hank," Nick said. "He's no good for her, I can't believe he convinced her to go back to him."

Greg sighed and leaned against the table. "He still cheats on her. I see him in public with other women."

Nick shook his head. "Don't you tell her?"

"She doesn't listen," Greg said. "She tells me I'm just jealous and upset that she left me for him." He looked to the ceiling, trying to hold back tears. He smiled slightly when Nick put his hand on his shoulder.

"Things will work out," Nick said.

Greg swallowed hard and nodded. "I hope so." He looked up when he heard a knock on his door. It was Grissom.

"Can you guys come to the break room for a minute?" Grissom asked.

"Sure," Nick answered as the two followed Grissom. The rest of the team was already in the break room. Nick sat in a chair facing Warrick. Greg took a seat next to Sara on the couch, frowning when she ignored him.

"Now that everybody's here, we can announce our findings," Grissom said. "Catherine?"

"I managed to recover the bullets and shell casings from the scene," Catherine began. "I matched them up with the 9 mil. We found in the dumpster."

"We managed to pull some prints off it too," Nick added. They match our suspect, Riley Sanchez."

"Good," Grissom said. He looked to Greg.

"The piece of torn fabric in the first victim's hand belongs to the shirt we got off Sanchez," Greg said. "The black hairs we got off the vic's shirt match Sanchez's DNA as well." Greg sat back, slightly proud of himself.

Grissom nodded. "Good, well, it looks like Mr. Sanchez will have a few more questions to answer." He looked at Sara momentarily. "I believe Sara has an announcement to make, then you're all free to go. You need the sleep." Grissom moved aside as Sara stood in front of everyone.

Sara looked around at everybody, ignoring Greg's stare. "Well, I just wanted to say you're all invited to my wedding." She smiled at everyone's questioning stares. "Hank and I are getting married!"

Everybody's eyes shot open, Greg suddenly felt sick to his stomach. He closed his eyes and put his head in his hands.

"Well, congratulations, Sara," Catherine said, giving Sara a small hug.

"Greg, man, where are you going?" Warrick asked. Everyone turned to see Greg barreling towards the door.

Greg smiled sheepishly. "I, um, gotta use the little boy's room," he said, earning a few chuckles. Once he was out the door, he rushed towards the bathroom. Tears were now flowing freely down his face. Once in the bathroom, he barely made it to the toilet in time. Dropping to his knees, he vomited. When he was finished, he put his head in his hands and sobbed.

"Sanders, you ok?" a voice rang out behind him.

Greg jumped when he heard the voice. Turning around, he frowned when he saw it was Hodges. "Not now, Hodges," he groaned, leaning against the stall wall.

"I know it's Sara," David said. "She made a bad decision getting back with that jerk."

Greg couldn't believe Hodges was agreeing with him on something. "They're getting married," he said.

Pausing for a moment, David watched Greg sit on the ground. He finally went over to help him up. "I'm sorry, Greg, really," he said, helping Greg to the sink. Just then, Nick came running in.

"Greggo, are you ok?" Nick asked, his voice full of concern.

"Greg swallowed hard and shook his head. "No. No, the woman I love is marrying some cheating jackass, and there's nothing I can do to stop it." He grabbed the counter for support, he was shaking.

"C'mon, man, I'll drive you home," Nick said. He put an arm around Greg to stop his shaking. Nodding his thanks to Hodges, Nick lead Greg to the locker room to get some things, then out to his car.

TBC