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Weak

"Hey guys. I have some great news." Nick said happily as he strolled into the break room where Russell and Catherine were, sat at the table with case files in front of them.

"Yeah? Is Greg okay?" Catherine asked in anticipation. She wished she could have been with Greg but they were all needed at the lab, and it was no exception for her.

Nick pulled a chair out and sat with them. "Yep, he woke up."

Russell's eyebrows went up involuntary. "Already, that's great! How was he?"

"He was only up for about a minute." Nick told them. "The first thing he did was ask for some painkillers." He added sadly.

"That's not surprising, he'll be in pain for quite a while I think." Russell said to them both, to which they both agreed.

Catherine shook her head. "Can we go and see him soon? There's not much we can work on here."

Russell squinted whilst he was thinking. "We will do, we'll all go together. First I want to know what you found at the house, Nick."

Nick shrugged. "Not too much to be honest with you. I found a few prints which I'm guessing are being processed. I think they mostly belong to the victim though. There was a shoe print I found too, like a boot, it didn't look like it belonged to the John Doe. Other than that there was nothing."

"Right, well then for now let's go and find the others and then go to see Greg." Russell said, rising from his chair.

They all entered Greg's room silently when Nick told them that he was still asleep. One after another, Nick, Russell, Catherine, Morgan and Sara entered Greg's room and stood around his bed. Nick went out and came back with some chairs that were left outside his room. All the CSI's took one with an appreciative smile, or 'thanks'. They all sat talking quietly amongst each other, Catherine had a hold of Greg's hand and they all waited until he woke up.

"Hey." Catherine said to the group when she noticed Greg's eyes were open and he was awake.

"Hey, Greg." She then said and smiled happily.

Greg's mouth twitched in an attempt to smile at everyone.

"How ya' doing Greg?" Russell asked, shaking Greg's ankle covered by the blanket with his hand lightly.

"Not too bad I don't think." He said in a rough voice.

"Really? Cause you look like hell." Morgan said with a smile and everyone laughed including Greg.

"It's not nice to pick on someone in a hospital bed." Greg said to them but looking at Morgan.

Nick laughed. "The truth hurts buddy." Everybody laughed once again.

And so did Greg but he stopped soon after but kept his smile.

"So how's the pain? Nick said it was pretty bad before." Sara said once the laughter had died down.

Greg shuffled up the bed slightly. "Eh, you know. It is how you'd expect it to be." He told them honestly still with a small smile.

"Do you need a doctor to come fix you up?" Russell asked.

Waving his hand, Greg said "No, I can manage a bit longer. I want to know what you have about our case." He said looking at Nick.

Nick smiled. "Dude you're in the hospital, don't talk about work!"

Greg shook his head, "No, I wanna' know what's going on. Are we any closer to finding the killer? Do you need me to give you a description of him?"

"Woah, take it easy for a while, we'll come to you when we need you." Russell told him.

"But I can tell you now." Greg said and sat up more, however grimacing as he did so. "Seriously, go and get a sketch artist."

"Greg, you've been shot. You need to rest for a while." Catherine stressed to him.

"How about I drop by later with a sketch artist after you've slept a bit more?" Morgan suggested.

Greg nodded and looked to Russell for approval.

Huffing Russell said, "Fine. But they're not coming until you've rested for another..." He looked down at his watch. "Three hours."

"Alright." Greg said, happy that he would get his part over and done with by today. He didn't like the thought of his shooter, the killer, still roaming around Vegas.

"So do you guys know when I'll be out of here?" Greg asked, changing the subject.

Everybody looked at him in disbelief. "You only just got in here!" Sara said with a shocked face. "How quick do you think gunshot wounds heal?"

Greg shrugged. "I dunno, but they're not going to heal any quicker in here than they would if I were at home. And I'd be much comfier there, could eat what I want, and wear what I want, do what I want."

"Exactly, you wouldn't sit still. So you'd probably hurt yourself more and then no one's there to help you." Catherine told him, and they all knew it was true.

"I would, I'd go to bed, watch TV. All things where I'd be sitting still." Greg argued, he really hated hospitals, even when he had to go in for a crime scene victim he wanted out as fast as he could.

"G, man, face it you're probably going to be in here for a while yet." Nick said bringing him back to reality.

Greg did a heavy sigh, "But I don't want to be. I'm fed up being in here now and it's been what, a day? I just want to go home get in my own bed and not have doctors coming into me every two minutes."

Catherine rubbed his hand. "We know, but you can't, not just yet."

Greg looked up to her and smiled a bit. There was no way anyone in this room would let him leave hospital this soon and he understood why. If it were one of them, he'd be the same way.

"Since I'm gonna' be in here a bit then, will someone bring me some fries from McDonalds or something? I'm starving and hospital food just doesn't do it for me." He said with a cheeky smile.

"I'll bring you some when I come later." Morgan said to him with a smile.

Greg smiled back, and everyone knew he liked her. It was obvious! Every time they had a case together, his face would shine with happiness. He'd blush whenever anyone said something about the two. So many times he'd thought about making a move, but knowing she was Ecklie's daughter was enough to put him back in his place.

After talking for a while longer, the team had left and Greg had fell asleep. Whilst everyone was there he started to doze off, so they decided that was their cue to leave.

Morgan knocked on Greg's hospital door quietly and walked in.

Greg had woken up not too long ago, and was still slightly groggy. "Hey." He said to Morgan, not moving from his lying down position on his bed.

Morgan smiled. "Hey, have you just woken up?" She asked softly, pulling a chair up next to his bed.

Greg nodded. "Yeah."

"I can tell." She said with a smile.

Greg smiled back. "With skills like that you should be a CSI."

Morgan laughed at him, but was worrying at the same time. He looked worse now than he did just a few hours ago. His skin was extremely pale and clammy; sweat was smothering his forehead, and it was just the same on his neck. His hair was stuck to his head and his eyes looked slightly glazed over.

"Are you feeling okay?" Morgan asked.

"Yeah." Greg said quietly.

Morgan frowned. She knew he was lying, anyone who looked like that couldn't feel okay.

"Really? You look like you could use a doctor, should I go and get you one?" She asked him quickly.

Greg shook his head, but it was so slight Morgan hardly saw it. "No. I don't need one. Think I'm just tired."

Morgan resisted the urge to ignore Greg and go and fetch a doctor anyway. "So you don't want this?" She asked and held up a McDonalds' take away bag.

Greg hadn't even noticed she had brought him anything and forgot he even wanted it in the first place.

"Oh, I'll have it. Is it fries?"

Morgan pulled the moveable table from the end of Greg's bed closer to him and started unloading the contents of the bag onto the table. "Yeah, and a Big Mac and then I brought you a muffin for after too."

"I only want the fries thanks. You have the rest." Greg said to her and began nibbling on one of the fries, not even attempting to sit up more.

"Why don't you want this?" Morgan said as she picked up the burger.

"I'll tell you after we've done eating."

A curious look came upon Morgan's face and she questioned Greg again.

"It will put you off eating it." Greg told her with a smile and a raise of his eyebrows.

She shrugged. "Try me. Why don't you want it?"

Greg looked up to the ceiling. "Because I'm not sure I'd be able to keep it down." He said and looked at her with a face that said 'you satisfied now'.

Morgan laughed. "You think that'd put me off a Big Mac!" She laughed again and then took a huge bite from the burger.

Greg laughed too and then they ate their food in a comfortable silence.

Once she'd finished her burger, Morgan looked at her watch. "Ooh" she said and stood up putting her rubbish in the bin. "The sketch artist should be here in a minute, I'm going to go outside and meet them and then bring them up to you."

Greg just nodded and Morgan left his room.

When she'd gone Greg sat up as much as he could but the pain in his abdomen was unbearable. He was reluctant to let Morgan know how bad it was and how it was making him feel. He really didn't feel like giving a description of the man who caused him so much pain, but knew he was going to anyway. There was no way he was going to let the rest of the team down or let them know how weak he was, well at least how he thought.

His appetite had left him so most of his fries remained, left on the table and he pushed them away in disgust. Just looking at them was making him feel a bit sick again and the smell lingered close by him. Greg took a few deep breaths, both to help with the nausea and the pain which he was suffering from.

"Hey, I'm back. This is Lauren." Morgan said as she came back in the room with a slightly older woman.

Greg smiled tightly at her as he still tried to take some deep breaths.

"Hi, nice to meet you." Lauren said as she reached out to shake Greg's hand.

Painfully, Greg shook her hand and tried to hide his grimace.

"Yeah, you too." He said with a nod of his head.

Morgan indicated for Lauren to sit down. "Are you still up for this Greg?"

Greg nodded. Morgan smiled at him and pulled another chair up so that she was by Lauren and Greg.

Lauren had a fancy electronic device instead of a pencil and pad and Greg tried to explain the best he could what his attacker looked like.

"No, his eyes were closer than that." Greg told her and pointed to where they should be. As he was doing so, Moran noticed that his hands were shaking and not just slightly either. They were shaking quite badly and Greg quickly put his hand back down onto the bed.

After another quarter of an hour they'd finished.

"Yep, that's it. That's him." Greg said with a quiet voice.

"Okay, well I can send this straight to your lab from here." Lauren said as she hit a button and typed something in. "There we go, all done." She said with a smile to Morgan and Greg.

"If you for some reason need me to send it again, I'll have it on file so just contact me." She said and gave Morgan her card which she gratefully took. "I hope you get better soon Greg."

Greg smiled. "Thanks and thanks for doing that, I don't think anyone could have done it better."

"Well thank you, it means a lot to me. Hopefully you won't need me again anytime soon!" She said and left the room with one last wave and smile.

Morgan pulled herself closer to Greg's side.

"Are you alright after that?" She asked him with a bit of concern.

Greg smiled. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Morgan smiled back but it faltered. "Then why are your hands shaking?"

Immediately the smile was gone from Greg's face. "They're not." He said and swallowed nervously. He curled his fingers in an attempt to still them but it didn't help and he prayed that Morgan didn't say anything else.

"Greg..." She started and laughed a bit. "I can see that they are. What's wrong?"

Greg turned his head further away. "They're not alright. Just... Just drop it."

Morgan nodded. "Okay. I'm going to go home then and get some sleep; I think you could use some too."

"Mmh."

She didn't want to leave Greg on a bad note but sensed that Greg just wanted to be left. "Well, I'll probably see you tomorrow then. Get feeling better alright."

Greg turned back to her and smiled. "Cya." But as soon as he'd turned to her, he turned away again.

After the click of the door, Greg pressed the button for a nurse. He couldn't take the pain anymore, all he wanted was to have some painkillers and drift off into unconsciousness. He wished Morgan hadn't noticed his hands shaking. He wished none of this had happened. When a nurse came to fix him up and he started to drop asleep, it was the best feeling he'd had in a while.

But never before had he felt so weak.

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