Confessions on the Rooftop
By Henrika
Henrika- Getting a pretty good response for this fic. Yay! I'm glad you guys are enjoying it. Hope this chapter lives up to your expectations because it finally, finally, has Greg in it. Enjoy and review!
Chapter 3
There is just an eerie feeling you get when people are staring at you. For Greg, even under the influence of several sedatives, it was no different. Especially when there were five people staring at him.
He blinked a few times, assuring himself that the five people sitting by his bed were in fact his co-workers, and not some hazy illusion. "Greggo?" Nick asked.
He tried to respond and realized with a start that there was a tube down his throat. "Don't try to talk." Catherine warned.
Thank you for the warning. Greg thought sarcastically, rolling his eyes so the team got the message.
"How are you feeling?" Sara asked.
Greg was just trying to figure out how to accurately convey just how crummy he felt when Warrick solved his dilemma. "Here's some paper and pen man. Try not to move your left arm, you've got IVs in them."
Greg nodded and scribbled on the pad. 'What happened?'
"We'd like to ask you that." Grissom said seriously and Greg managed to cringe, knowing that he was going to get a proper interrogation the moment he could talk again. "We found you unconscious on the lab roof. Do you remember that?" The younger man nodded after a moment, scribbling again.
'I went up there for some fresh air.'
"And how are you feeling?" Sara asked again, clearly stating that now was not the time for an inquisition.
'Like I got hit by a truck. You?'
"Doing fine." She laughed.
"The doctor said you're probably going to be down for a week, and they're going to keep you under sedatives for the next few days." Nick said.
'Bummer. I get to be waited on by beautiful nurses while you're slaving away.'
Nick gave him a vicious grin. "I'm sure you'll be glad to know your nurse's name is Brunhilda. Say Warrick, you ever seen another woman with hands as big as dinner plates?" Greg paled as the younger members of the team shared a laugh. "Just kidding Greggo."
"Alright, enough clowning around." Catherine said. "Greg, we're glad you're okay. But we're all going to have a serious talk with you when you get better."
Greg mentally translated this to: You have some explaining to do young man.
'Okay. How long until they take the tube out?'
"Another day." Grissom said, standing up. "We're going to let you sleep now, but we'll be back." Grissom could have sworn he saw Greg give a sad little snort, but he couldn't fathom what that meant. "Greg?"
'It's nothing. Just remembered something.'
"Humph." Grissom trilled, but decided to let it go for the time being.
"Take care, Greg." Catherine said.
"Yeah man, feel better." Warrick said.
Nick reached over and ruffled Greg's hair. "Try not to flirt with every nurse in the place."
'Haha.' Greg wrote out, crumpling the paper and successfully hitting the Texan in the head with it.
"I'm keeping your coffee under lock and key until you get back. Though I'm forced to take an interest rate of two cups a day." Sara smiled. Another paper was thrown, though this one missed by several feet. "See you later Greg."
They left, Sara clicking the door shut behind her. The smile Greg had managed to form against the tube faded and he returned his attention back to the pen in his hand. He began writing again, feeling the sedatives kick in as he did. He fell asleep the second he finished writing, the pen slipping from his grasp. The message pad still lay on his lap, the scrawled message the last thing he had really wanted to say.
'The last time I was in the hospital, I don't remember any of you coming to visit unless you were questioning me or confessing to me. What changed? Who would have thought that falling unconscious would have got me more sympathy than being blown up? Why try to care now?'
Henrika- Ahh, he got all angsty on me at the end.