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"So, I heard Greg had a funny turn the other day?" Sara questioned as she sat in the break room with Russell and Catherine.
Catherine nodded. "Yeah, I spoke to Nick about it, apparently it was some sort of panic or anxiety attack, or at least that's what David said it looked like. But I've spoken to Greg today and he seems fine."
"I had him come to my office yesterday morning and he said he was okay. He doesn't really know what happened, just said he had a funny turn." Russell told them.
Sara looked at them. "Did he go to the hospital?"
"Nope, he told the guys that he didn't want to go." Catherine told her. Sara frowned.
"Well, let's hope it's just the one time."
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"You busy tonight, G?" Nick asked as he entered the locker room where Greg sat tying his shoes.
He shook his head. "I don't think so, why?"
"You fancy a guys night out? Hit a few bars, have a few drinks, meet a few girls..." Nick added with a cheeky grin.
Greg laughed slightly. "I don't know..."
"Come on, we've not been out in ages. I'll get the first round." Nick offered.
Sighing, Greg agreed. "Alright."
"There we go. You never know, you might get lucky." Nick winked at him before he left the room, leaving Greg by himself.
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Greg and Nick were sat at the bar at a club which they'd been to before. They knew the bartended, Kenny, well from being there so many times for a member of the team's birthday or leaving do, and Nick shouted him over to get him and Greg another drink.
"What's wrong with you, man? You look tense." Kenny stated when he saw that Greg had not moved from the position he'd been in since he arrived.
Greg looked up to him and shook his head with a smile looking down. "I don't know."
"Well, maybe another drink will loosen you up a little." Kenny said to him as he gave him and Nick a new drink.
Nick looked at Greg. "You okay? If you don't wanna' be here just say and we can leave."
Greg looked up to him and smiled. "No, it's alright, I want to be here."
Nick smiled when a hot blonde girl came up behind Greg and he gave him a knowing glance before getting up and leaving Greg and the girl alone.
"Hi." The woman purred past his ear, before she sat down in Nick's previous seat.
"My name's Francesca, but you can call me Frankie." She told him with a sexy smile.
Greg smiled back at her and could feel his face blush. "Greg." He told her with a nod.
"Well hi Greg." She smiled at him again.
"What are you drinking?" He asked her, nodding down to the drink in her hand.
"Erm, a cement mixer please." Frankie said to him, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear.
Greg cocked an eyebrow at her and then ordered the drink. "What?" Frankie asked him with a laugh.
"I don't know, you just don't look like that type of girl." Greg told her with a smile.
Frankie bit her lip. "Well, I guess we'll have to get to know each other better so that you do know what type of girl I am." She said, and pulled the cherry off the stick from her cocktail.
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"So, do you wanna leave here now?" Frankie asked Greg as she moved her mouth up from kissing his neck towards his ear. They'd moved away from the bar and had found a booth seat near the back of the club.
"Sure." Greg said without hesitation. As Frankie pulled him up and led him out holding his hand, Greg looked for Nick to tell him that he was leaving, but then saw that he was caught up chatting with a group of girls, so thought otherwise, and left with a smile on his lips.
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Frankie's head hit Greg's pillow and she dragged Greg down on top of her by his shirt. They were both laughing as they kissed each other passionately on the lips.
"I think we have too many clothes on." Frankie said with a smile as she began unbuttoning Greg's shirt and Greg laughed at her forwardness.
He was looking down at her lustfully but then quickly scrambled off his bed when he saw her face change.
"I'm sorry." Greg apologised as he faced his bedroom wall, trying as fast as he could to fasten his shirt back up.
Frankie sat up on his bed, and then climbed off to go behind him. "Why are you apologizing?" She asked him softly, realizing that any chances of having sex had now gone out the window.
Greg shook his head, his breathing erratic. "Because… I know how bad this looks." He said referring to his chest.
"What happened?" Frankie asked when Greg had turned to face her.
"I'd rather not talk about it." Greg told her with his head bowed. "Sorry."
Frankie laughed and Greg looked up. "Please don't apologise. We've known each other one night; we were probably taking things too fast anyway. But… I really like you, so if you want, maybe we can meet up again?"
Greg smiled. "Yeah. Yeah, I'd like that."
Frankie smiled back and leaned in for a kiss. Greg just stood there at first but then kissed her back, wishing he could go further.
She pulled away and smiled. She pulled a pen out her purse and grabbed Greg's hand, writing her number on it.
"Call me." She said before letting herself out.
Greg stood there not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
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Greg pulled into the Crime Lab's garage and not two seconds later, Nick pulled up next to him. Greg jumped out his car and went around Nick's.
"Hey, where did you get to last night? Huh?" Nick teased him. Greg laughed at him slightly. "Did you get lucky?"
Greg tilted his head to the side and shrugged. "Almost."
"Almost. What do you mean almost?" Nick laughed as they walked into the lab and to the locker room.
Greg sat himself down in front of his locker. "Well, we'd gotten back to my place and…" Greg sighed. "…She was taking my shirt off. And, let's just say my chest isn't really the prettiest sight at the minute, with all the bruising still and, scars."
"What she stopped because of that?" Nick asked him shocked and angry.
"No, no. It was me." Greg told him with a nervous laugh. "I freaked out." He told nick with an uneasy shrug. "Everything was going well until then. I don't know, just her face when she saw… I was uncomfortable with her looking at me."
Nick felt for Greg. If he'd hit it off with a girl, Nick would be the first to know about it. He would always share his stories, but hearing this one, hearing that Greg didn't want a girl to see him naked… it hurt. The sadness in Greg's eyes hurt.
"I'm sorry, man." Nick said, not knowing what else to say.
Greg shook his head. "It's fine. She left me her number and wants me to call, so it's not all bad."
Nick smiled. They fell into an uneasy silence for a minute.
"Greg… how are you doing?"
Greg looked up to Nick confused. "What?"
"How are you coping, you know, after what happened?" Nick asked him.
Greg was a bit taken back by the question. "I don't know; I'm alright." He told him, quickly looking away and finding something to sort out in his locker.
Nick bit his lip. "Really?"
Greg looked at him with wide eyes and nodded. "Yeah, really." Then looked away again.
Nick sensed that Greg didn't want to talk, it was obvious, but he had to know. "You know you can talk to me right? You'd tell me if, I don't know, you were struggling or having a hard time?"
"Yeah, I would." Greg told him bluntly, getting slightly wound up.
Nick cocked his eyebrow. "How are you sleeping?"
Greg spun around and slammed his locker door shut. "Would you stop with all the questions! Did I pester you after you got out that box? No, I didn't so why do you feel the need to do it to me?"
"I'm not trying to pester you, alright? I just want to make sure you're okay." Nick defended himself; a little shocked that Greg would bring up the worst experience of his life.
"Well I am alright. So just drop it." Greg told him and stood up, attempting to leave.
But Nick stood up, locking his path. "If you were okay, you wouldn't be blowing up at me like this." Nick pointed out and Greg couldn't argue with him.
"Fine, I'm having a bit of trouble sleeping. There, are you happy now?"
Nick shook his head. "Talk to me, man. Are you having nightmares?"
"No. I just can't get to sleep. My head hits the pillow and I'm wide awake." Greg told him and looked away.
Nick nodded. "Maybe you should go and see someone…"
"I don't want to go on any sleeping pills or whatever. I can handle this without any." Greg told him as he sat back down.
Nick joined him back on the bench. "I didn't mean a doctor, Greg. I think you should go and talk to a psychiatrist or someone. You need their help."
Greg looked at him and swallowed. He knew what Nick was saying was true; he just didn't want to believe it. "No, I'm fine."
"You're not G. How long are you gonna' keep denying to yourself that you need to talk about what happened? It's not healthy."
Greg rubbed his hands through his hair. "They're not going to understand, Nick. When I got to that house, as soon as I got there, they started beating me up. They beat me every day until you found me. How is a stranger going to understand what happened to me? Huh?"
Nick shook his head. "I don't know, maybe they won't. But if you talk to someone, anyone, they can help you. Talk to me; I mean, I still don't know what went on because you've not told anyone, Greg."
"I don't want to tell anyone, that's why. What happened is my business and I'll deal with it however I want." Greg told him.
"So you're never going to tell me what went off?" Nick asked with a coked eyebrow.
Greg shook his head. "Nope, not if I don't want to, which I don't."
Saying that, Greg got up and left the locker room, leaving Nick sat alone.
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