Title: Teach Me
Summary: A little talk, a little thought. Nick seeks Greg's advice about handling the haunting demons. Things between a lab explosion and a premature burial. Post Grave Danger.
A/N: Yeah, it's short.
Thanks to Fraying for being my beta-reader.
Disclaimer: Don't own CSI and all its characters, whoever owns them, owns them. But it's not me- though I wish.
CHAPTER 4
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All he had to do was say 'I'm sorry' and his conscience would let him sleep better at night. Warrick felt like he had picked on Greg doing the entire crisis just because he could. It wasn't like he was able to mouth off at Catherine without suffering the consequences.
If anything, Warrick felt like a coward who was bullying on the smaller kids, and he had to respect Greg for not trying to throw a chair at him.
'Hey, I found a trigger wire. Maybe ... once we reassemble all the components, we'll be able to tell where the bomb came from. Maybe that-.'
'Yeah, maybe, maybe, maybe. Maybe if we count up all the damn "maybes," maybe Nick will be alive!'
He shut his eyes for a few seconds, tapping his file against his hand and trying to wash away the memory. What happened after that only made things worse. He was just glad there was only a small container nearby and it wasn't something he could've really hurt Greg with.
No matter how many times he practiced it in his mind, Warrick froze as he saw Greg make his way out of the building. He just needed to call out Greg's name, walk up to him, and say those magic words.
Instead, Warrick watched the man leave with his head looking down and he knew that pouncing on Greg for forgiveness when he was this tired and run down was as bad as twisting his arm for it.
There's always tomorrow, Warrick decided as Greg's figure disappeared out of sight and around the corner.
Maybe he'll check on Nick first and then see Catherine.
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TBC...
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Jo