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"Hey Greg, are you feeling better?" David asked him as he entered the morgue where he and Doc were.
Greg looked up to him and smiled, "Yeah, thanks I am."
Doc and Dave smiled at him and Doc Robbins waved him over. "Come take a look at this.
"There wasn't just the gunshot wound in this guy, it looks like he was hit around the head pretty hard before hand, the blood just covered it up."
Greg frowned, "Could he have fallen in a way to get an injury here?"
Doc Robbins shook his head. "It's possible but very unlikely. It looks like someone hit him around the head with something very hard."
"Okay, you have the bullet for me?" Greg asked.
"Here you go." Doc said as he passed the bullet in a container to him.
"Thanks, that all Doc?"
He nodded. "I've sent samples to Hodges and if I find anything else I'll call you."
Greg smiled. "Thanks, cya later."
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"Hey man, you just been to autopsy?" Nick asked as he joined Greg at the break room table.
He looked up from the file he was looking at and then back down as he spoke. "Yeah, I've sent the bullet to be processed and Doc found another injury on our guy; looks like he was hit around the head before he was shot."
Nick nodded and joined Greg at the table. "I want to apologise for earlier. I was out of line, man."
Greg looked across to him and shook his head. "It's fine, don't worry about it."
The way he said it made Nick think that Greg hadn't actually forgiven him but he let it slide. "Well I just got a call from Brass, the owner of the shop just got into a little bit of trouble down town, so you wanna' head down there?"
"Sure let's go."
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There was a hoard of people in the middle of town and cop cars everywhere. "I thought you said a little bit of trouble?" Greg said as they tried to make their way through the massive crowd.
Nick turned back slightly. "Yeah, that's what I was told anyway."
Nick carried on making his way through the people but Greg got held back. "What happened to your face dude?"
He tried to ignore the man but then a whole group of people surrounded him even more. "You get your ass kicked?"
"Look at his hands man; they have cuts all over them!" Another man shouted.
Greg, feeling more and more self conscious, put his head down and began making his way towards where Nick was with Brass. However, he didn't get very far before he was stopped again. "You deserve what happened to you! Whoever beat you up should have a medal; you cops don't do your job right!"
Greg looked at the man and swallowed nervously. "I'm not a cop." He told him quietly.
The man laughed and shoved Greg. "What the hell you doing here then?" He asked and gave him another shove.
Nick looked over and saw the man pushing Greg around and immediately went to him. "HEY! BACK OFF!"
The men looked at him and smiled as they looked at each other. "Sorry Officer, we were just talking to him."
Nick gave them a hard stare. "Well your little chat's over, now move on."
He made his way back to where Brass was with some other officers who were holding some rowdy people, and made sure Greg was close behind him. "You alright, man?"
Greg just nodded and gave him a tight smile.
Nick looked at him, not believing him at all.
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Greg dropped his shirt down quickly. "Hey man, what are you doing?"
He looked to Nick who had just entered the locker room and gave him a small smile, "I was just looking at… where those guys shoved me…"
Nick frowned. "You alright? Are you hurt?"
Greg shook his head and spoke up shakily. "No, no, I'm alright, they just got my stitches that's all."
"You want me to take you to the hospital to get them checked?" Nick asked him concerned.
Greg smiled slightly. "No, it's alright, they're fine."
Nick smiled back and leaned on his locker with his shoulder. "What were those guys doing?"
Greg shrugged, "You know, just trying to pick a fight, saying stuff about my face, blah blah blah." He told Nick, trying to act unfased by the whole thing.
"God, I hate people sometimes." Nick said as he sat down and opened his locker.
Greg looked down, "Yeah, me too." He agreed quietly.
Nick looked up to him sympathetically. The poor guy must have been on edge from his previous incident just over a month ago, and now he'd just been confronted at a scene. Hell it wasn't even a scene; they just went to check something out.
"Well it's good to know most people get what they deserve, right?" He piped up and looked to Greg with a smile.
Greg's head turned to Nick and he nodded with a small smile "Yeah."
They both stayed quiet for quite a while until Nick broke the silence.
"Look," he opened his locker and pulled out a business card, "I know you said you don't want to talk to anyone, but here" he said and passed the card to Greg. "Just think about it. I hate to see you like this, man."
Greg took the card with a shaking hand and looked at it. He really didn't want to talk. "Thanks."
"No problem." Nick told him. "You coming out for dinner?"
Greg shrugged. "I don't know, Russell asked me earlier."
"Come on man, we've not been out together in ages, you know, the whole team." Nick tried to persuade him.
Greg sighed. "Alright, where are we meeting?"
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The team had just ordered their food and made general chit chat whilst waiting for it to arrive. However half way through their conversation, a group of rowdy men came in the diner.
"Hey! Can we have a round of beers!" One man shouted as he leaned across the counter. It was obvious the men were drunk and everyone in the diner looked at them because of the racket they were making.
"Here we go." Catherine said raising her eyebrows as the men were shouting again.
"What do you mean you don't serve beer! What sort of a fucking place is this!"
Nick turned around in his seat and the team knew what he was thinking. "Nicky, leave it, they'll go in a second." Catherine told him. He turned back around and shook his head. These sort of people made him so angry. He always thought that if you can't handle your drink, you shouldn't drink at all.
Greg stayed out of it, feeling quite vulnerable in front of these men. However he'd be damned if he let the others know how frightened he was, so he sat back in his seat and pretended that he was unfased by the situation.
"Get me a fucking beer!" One of the men screamed at the waitress angrily and everybody went quiet as they watched the situation grow out of hand.
Nick got out his seat and threw his napkin on the counter. "Nick wait." Sara told him, trying to grab his arm but it was no good.
"Hey fellas, do you wanna' move along? You're kind of disturbing everyone's night." Nick told them as he got closer.
The men laughed at him. "You tellin' me what to do?" One of them asked, slurring.
Nick shook his head and kept his cool. "No Sir I'm not, it's just you're not gonna' find what you want here. Why don't you head down to the strip where there are as many bars as you'd want?"
All he got in reply was a load of abuse. "Fine, you want me to call the cops?" Nick asked them pulling out his phone.
"We'll fight you. You win and we'll leave, we win and you go find us some fucking beer!" The men challenged.
Nick smiled and shook his head in disbelief. "Of course I'm not gonna' fight you."
"Yes you are, us against you and those guys." They said, pointing to Russell and Greg. Greg immediately put his head down and his breathing quickened.
"We're not fighting. End of, so you can leave now or I can get the cops down here. Your choice." Nick told them as he crossed his arms.
But the men were having none of it. In just a second they were all over Nick and soon enough a full fight had broken out. "Hey!"
Russell immediately jumped out his seat and rushed over, grabbing one of the men and holding him back. Sara and Catherine also got up and grabbed a man between them; restraining him until the police arrived which some other customers were ringing for.
Greg however, didn't move, couldn't move. He wanted so badly to get up and help but he was frozen in his seat. Luckily the fight didn't last long as the men were so drunk they could hardly stand up straight and they were quickly restrained by the tem and some officers who had already arrived. And soon enough, all the men were in the back of cop cars being taken away.
"Hey, you alright?" Catherine asked Greg as they came back to the table.
Greg nodded, but his eyes deceived him. There were tears swimming around in them. The shouting, the violence, the pain. It all came back to him because of those men and he couldn't hide his fear any longer as his hands began to shake violently and the tears threatened to come out.
"Hey, it's alright, they can't do anything, they're gone now." Catherine told him with a soft smile, trying to calm him down, as she grabbed his hands.
The whole team was back at the table now and Greg looked at them, breathing heavily and erratically. "I'm sorry." He told them as he bit his lip and looked down.
"Hey deep breathes Greg. You don't need to apologise. "Russell told him with a smile. The poor man began crying and small sobs escaped his mouth.
The waitress had come over to thank everyone for their help; however she stopped half way through. "Thank you so much for- would you like a glass of water?" She asked when she saw Greg.
Greg didn't reply so Sara looked up to her. "Yes please."
Whilst the waitress went off again, the team tried to sooth Greg. "Hey man, they were nothing but a load of jackasses. They're nothing to worry about." Nick told him and Greg looked up at them. "Sorry, I just… I don't know…"
"Greg, don't even bother trying to explain yourself, we understand." Sara told him with a smile. He nodded and wiped his eyes.
"Here you go, Sir." The waitress said as she passed him the glass of water. Sara took it from her with a smile and passed it to Greg who took it with a shaking hand. "Your food is ready, would you like it now?"
Russell looked at the group before nodding, "Yes please, that would be great."
They settled back in their seats but Catherine kept a hold of one of Greg's hands. The waitress came and Greg didn't look up once. "Greg, come on, it'll get cold." Catherine told him as he hadn't started eating.
"I'm not hungry anymore." He told her and kept his head bowed. The team shared glances and expressed their concern.
"You need to eat man, you're too skinny." Nick told him. "Yeah, it's not good when a girl's fatter than you!" Sara joked with him.
Greg's mouth twitched but he still didn't eat it. "I think I'm gonna' go home." He told them as he stood up and got some money out his wallet.
"You want one of us to come with you?" Russell asked him as he stopped eating.
He shook his head. "No thanks. Sorry, I'll see you tomorrow." Greg put his money on the table and slowly walked out. The team looked at him and sighed.
Greg had been more affected than they'd thought.
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