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Nick, Russell and Hodges stood in silence. They all looked up briefly when they saw Greg walk by and head into the break room.
Nick looked to Russell and shook his head gently, "What are we gonna do?"
Russell licked his lips and turned to Hodges, "Make sure we're the only ones to know about this for now, okay Hodges?"
He nodded quickly, "Yeah of course."
Offering him a small, appreciative smile, Russell waved his hand for Nick to follow him.
As they left Hodges' lab they quickly went over to the break room. Luckily Greg was still in there and alone.
"Hey Greg, do you have a minute?" Russell asked as he joined him on the couch.
Greg looked up to them both and shuffled along a bit as Russell sat down, "Sure, what's up?"
Nick stood in front of them both and waited for Russell to speak first.
"We just had the blood results back from Hodges. Two were a match to the bodies in the house, care to guess who the third came back to?" he asked him lightly.
Immediately Greg could feel the colour wash from his face. He looked to Russell, then to Nick, his mouth dropped open slightly.
"The third donor was you Greg" Russell told him softly, sensing his younger colleague was at a loss of what to say.
"I didn't know" Greg stated quietly, looking down at his now shaking hands. Nick and Russell noticed his hands and shared a quiet look.
"When I was there, I only saw a few things... one of the guys I was with had that tattoo on his wrist, and I noticed a pipe sticking out from the wall. That's it. I didn't know where it was or that... that was the place I was taken to. Not until we went there." Greg swallowed deeply, feeling guilty and scared. It was true, he didn't know that was where he was kept, he knew very little about his own damn kidnapping, being kept tied and blindfolded. But now he might find out more... and that scared him. But what scared him more was knowing his friends would find out with him.
Nick went to place his hand on his friend's shoulder but he shuffled back away.
"Is there anything Greg, anything at all, that you can tell us?" Russell asked him hopefully.
They had tried to ask Greg questions when he was in the hospital but he told them very little. At the time he claimed he couldn't remember anything, and to be fair he did have some significant hits to his head. But now both Russell and Nick were questioning just how much Greg remembered and what he wasn't telling them.
Greg looked to him and shook his head, raising his hands a little in frustration, "I just told you that's all I knew."
"Alright, alright" Russell hushed, not wanting to work him up, "You know this means you'll be off the case right?"
Greg nodded and sighed quietly. "Can I have another case?"
Nick looked to Russell along with Greg, but Russell shook his head. "I think it's best you go home and take the next couple of nights off."
Nick frowned and turned to Greg. He raised his eyebrows slightly and pushed himself off the couch.
"Hey man, let me drive you home" Nick said as he went to follow him.
Greg turned back to him slightly and shook his head, "I'm fine but thanks." He turned back to the door and headed out.
Nick turned back to Russell and sighed, "Well, I guess that went as well as could be expected."
He didn't get a response straight away as Russell just stared in thought, his head leaning on his hand. He turned to Nick, "Do you think he's told us everything?"
Nick raised his eyebrows as he dropped down next to his boss.
"I guess so, what reason does he have to not tell us everything?" Nick offered, although he couldn't stop thinking about what Greg told him not long ago...
"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.
Greg got home relatively quickly. He literally grabbed his keys from his locker and left without a glance back.
He didn't know what would happen, maybe he thought they would find no evidence of him being there. Or maybe there would be evidence but they wouldn't ask him about it. But after his talk with Nick and Russell, he couldn't help but feel that they were blaming him somehow. For what he didn't know, but he knew they didn't believe him.
So now he sat, beer in his hand, contemplating ringing Catherine. But what would he say? He'd felt a little more connected to her than any of the others since his abduction.
He was close with all his team mates, but somehow he seemed to have gotten closer to Catherine, which he didn't think was possible.
When he was in the hospital, they all tried talking to him. They didn't always ask him directly but he knew they were trying to get him to tell them what happened. But for some reason they didn't seen to understand that he didn't want to relive every piece of pain he went through.
The truth was he could remember more than he let on. Well, he thought he could. He wasn't sure what was memory and what he had pieced together based on his injuries. For example, his fingers. Looking down now he could still see the injuries inflicted upon him.
His nails were discoloured and sore. He vaguely recalled pins or something else small and sharp being shoved down into his fingers. He had a blindfold on but just by feeling alone he knew what was happening. The pain was excruciating. He was also pretty sure they stomped on his fingers a few times as well for good measure.
Screwing his hands up, the pain somehow radiating in his fingers again, he stood up and went to fetch another beer.
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