Disclaimer: I do not own anything relating to CSI or it's affiliates. I am merely a fan whose would like to take already established characters into a story of my own rendering.

Revelations: Greg

It was a day off. Nothing special. Just a day to rest and prepare for whatever might come his way the next shift. A day to do nothing, eat everything, sleep whenever, and catch up with friends.

After officially being a CSI for just over a year, Greg Sanders looked at himself in the mirror. Standing in his bathroom after taking a long, hot shower, just letting the water hit his face, Greg started wondering about it.

His face.

He got out of the shower and dried himself off. Putting on the boxers and jeans he brought with him into the bathroom, he now stood before the mirror, just looking.

It was amazing what a little over a year can do to a person. He used to be wild with spikey hair that was at least three different colors with shirts to match. Now it was not uncommon for Greg to show up to a crime scene wearing a sportsjacket, something he'd only previously worn to weddings or funerals.

Now he was a professional. His hair had lost at least one of it's colors and sometimes could be found to be all the same. He'd even tamed it quite a bit. Lately, as if they were just noticing, Greg started getting comments about his new look. Most were meant to be kind, such as Looking professional or Wow, Greg. I didn't know your hair could do that. They were meant to be well-meaning, and in the moment he would often take them as such.

But now, looking in the mirror, he remembered Sophia. Don't lose yourself. At first, he didn't get it. Placing his hands on the counter, Greg looked up at the once young and wild lab tech and saw a young CSI. Just still young, not really wild.

Greg sighed and sat down on the toliet, resting his arms on his legs, his head bowed towards the floor. He knew that even when he went out with his friends at night, he'd lost that innocence that had once been part of his charm.

Before, he'd only processed bits and pieces of a crime, never seeing the photos or families of the dead. Now, it was his job to prod a corpse to find clues as to why it was there, then go probe the family whose only desire was to mourn.

Somewhere in the past year, he'd lost his innocence. Like virginity, it can never be brought back. It can only be forgotten as the person moves on. You can run or hide or pretend it's still there. It's gone.

Unlike his virginity, however, Greg can't point out a date or a time when he lost his innocence. He just did. Gradually, all at once, he was never sure. But it was gone. Now he was just like all the others. Jaded. Unfazed by the castrophic events he watched on TV. He couldn't find pity for just the families now. He also felt for the CSIs, the fireman, the police, the emergency medical professionals who were first on the scene to sort things out.

They were the heros of the day.

Greg stood up at walked back to the mirror. He didn't feel like a hero today. He just felt cold and empty.

No sense staying in the bathroom all day. Maybe I'll just sleep. No telling what was going to happen tomorrow. Greg though as he looked once more at his reflection. He felt no pity for himself. Instead, he just walked out the door towards his bedroom and plopped on his bed. Not bothering to cover himself up, Greg found his pillow and started to drift to sleep.

That is, until his cell phone rang. Looking over the bed to the floor where the phone fell from the vibrations, he read the name on the caller id. Grissom.

Figures.

He picked up the singing phone and laid on his back. "Sanders." His voice sounded older and a bit gruffer lately.

"Greg, I know it's your day off but we need you. Family's been murdered in Seven Hills and it's going to take all hands on this one. How soon can you make it here?" Grissom always got straight to the point.

"Twenty minutes." Greg replied as he wiped his free hand over his face.

"OK, see you then." The call ended.

Tumbling out of bed, Greg looked in his closet for a shirt to match his jeans. Finding a pale blue button up, he put it on and got into his favorite leather shoes. Gathering up the rest of his things: cell phone, wallet, keys, police id, he started for the door.

As he passed the bathroom, he shot in for a moment and looked at himself a last time. He was missing something. Rushing out of the room and back to his bedroom, he returned quickly with his sportsjacket on. Looking at his form in the mirror he smiled and winked at himself. "Yeah, I still got it."

With that, he walked out of the bathroom and out of his apartment.