-1Please Don't

Nick walked the halls of the lab in search of Sara. Finally finding her in the Trace lab, approached her. "Sara?"

Sara looked up and smiled. "Morning, Nick." She noticed the upset expression on his face. "Is something wrong?"

"Yeah," Nick said, standing directly in front of her. "Why did Hank go to Greg's last night and beat the hell out of him?"

"What?" Sara looked at Nick in disbelief. She shook her head. "No, Hank went to get gas and run to his cousin's office for something."

"And to beat up Greg," Nick said, crossing his arms.

Sara frowned. "Tell Greg to stop making stuff up."

"Why would he make it up!" Nick exclaimed. "Sara, Hank hurt him."

"I don't believe you," Sara replied flatly as she pushed past him. She left a dumfounded Nick standing in the lab.

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At the end of shift, Sara walked tiredly into the locker room. She looked up to see Greg changing his shirt, his back to her. She looked at how his back arched nicely, even though it was covered in scars from the lab explosion. She had forgotten how well toned his arms were. He had a much nicer body than Hank.

Snorting at her thought, she accidentally caught Greg's attention. When he turned his head, Sara gasped when she saw the black and blue mark around his eye. "Greg, what happened?"

Greg hastily pulled his shirt on and grabbed his bag before she reached him. He looked her in the eyes. "You wouldn't believe me." He turned to leave when she grabbed his arm.

"Lift up your shirt."

"No."

"Do it!" Sara commanded.

Greg sighed. "Fine, you still won't believe me." He set down his bag and lifted the front of his shirt.

"Oh," Sara gasped when she saw the three large bruises on his stomach. "Who did this?" she asked quietly as she gently ran her hand over the bruises.

Greg winced. Dropping his shirt, he backed away. "Stop acting like you care."

"Greg, I do care!" Sara exclaimed. She sighed. "It was Hank, wasn't it?"

Greg nodded. "Nick told you?"

"He basically yelled it." Sara looked at Greg, lifting her hand to touch his face. "I'm sorry for Hank's behavior."

Greg gently took her hand in his. "I'm sorry I was a jerk to you."

"I deserved it," Sara said, moving closer to Greg.

"No, you didn't." Greg pulled Sara into a hug. "Please don't. Please don't marry him, Sara. He's no good."

"Greg," Sara started to say. She was cut off when he kissed her.

The kiss was cut short when Greg felt two strong hands tear him away from Sara and hurl him into the wall. He cried out as pain shot through his back. He opened his eyes to see his attacker, Hank.

"What do you think you're doing to my woman!" Hank yelled.

"Hank, no, please!" Sara cried out. She covered her mouth and cried as Hank violently punched Greg in the stomach repeatedly. His face contorted in pain, Greg bent over as far as Hank would allow him.

"You're getting what you deserve," Hank snarled at Greg. He was about to punch him again when someone grabbed his arm. Turning around, he came face to face with Ecklie. The rest of the team was behind him, staring in shock.

"Get the hell out of my lab!" Ecklie exclaimed at Hank.

"As you wish," Hank said. He threw Greg to the floor and turned to leave. "Let's go, Sara."

"No," Sara said. She rushed to Greg and fell to her knees beside him.

"Fine!" Hank snapped, storming out. The rest of the team rushed over to Greg.

"I'm so sorry," Sara cried as she ran her hand through Greg's hair. Her other hand rested on his side.

"Not…your fault," Greg choked out. He turned on his side and began to cough violently, spitting out blood. Once he saw the blood, he began to tremble and cry. "Sara…help me!"

"Cath, call an ambulance," Nick said, worried. He put his hand on Greg's trembling shoulder. "You'll be ok, buddy. Just hang in there."

"I'll be right here, Greg," Sara said. She held Greg close and cried until the ambulance came.

TBC