CSI

Afterwards

Thanks to all who reviewed. Also thanks to those who read the first chapter. I'd like at least a few more reviews before I make the next chapter. Say, about five more:) Anyways...here's the next chapter. Enjoy!

Chapter 2

Greg Sanders awoke with a grimance, and shifted to a more comfortable position on the bed in the hospital. He looked around the room, and saw the teenager boy that had tried to save him from a beating. There was also an older lady there who looked as though she were the boys mother. She was talking quietly to her son, and he was listening with a frown on his face.

"Hey." Greg said weakly. The boy and his mother looked up quickly, and the boy smiled as he saw that Greg was awake. "What time is it?"

"About noon." The kid said, still smiling. "I'm thinking that your wondering who we are?" Greg nodded. "Name's Jake. This is my mother, Ms. Riddles. We wanted to say hello." Greg looked around, but didn't see anyone else. He looked back at Jake.

"Thanks." Greg said. He sounded a bit hoarse when he said it, however, and Jake got up from his chair, and headed over to the table that was next to Greg's bed. He picked up a paper cup that was full of water. He handed it to Greg.

"Don't drink it all." Jake warned. Greg nodded, took the cup, and drank about a quarter of it. He set it back on the table. Jake looked at his mother. "Look...I'm-" He paused when Greg looked at him, then started again. "I'm sorry for what happened. I didn't know it was wrong, until my mom overheard us talking. She said that we should stop, and that we had better things to do than hurt people." He bit his lip, and looked at his mother, who smiled back. He sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. "I'd turn in my friends if it would help matters...but if I did, then Pig would come after my family. Not to mention the people that I told."

"We could protect you, you know." Greg said. His voice sounded a bit better now that he had had something to drink. "And we wouldn't tell them that you were the one who told."

"They have ways of finding out." Jake said, looking nervous. Then, he said, "I'll think about it." He looked at his mother again. "But now I have to go." He and Mrs. Riddles started towards the door, and left Greg in his bed, looking out the window.

PLACE WHERE THE BAR THINGIE WON'T WORK!

Greg was once again awake. He looked around but there wasn't anyone in the room. Extreamly bored, he considered going back to sleep, when his door opened and an old guy in a wheel chair came in, being helped by a nurse.

"Hey, there." The guy said. "I just wanted to thank you for saving my life." Greg frowned, confused. The guy noticed his look, and said, "I'm the man that got beat up."

"Oh." Greg said, not knowing what else to say. The old man chuckled.

"Name's John Higgins." He said. He looked around the room, then looked back at Greg. "Listen, I'm having a barbeque over at my house. You can come if you like." Greg nodded.

"Sure." He said. "I'll be there. Where and when?" John smiled. The nurse behind him looked slightly impatient, but smiled at Greg when he looked at her.

"Oh, say this Saterday at three in the afternoon. I'll get the number and all to you." He got a pen and paper from the nurse, who still looked impatient. He quickly wrote down the time and date, and the directions to his home.

"Thanks." Greg said. He took the pad, and placed it next to the cup of water. John looked at him.

"No. Thank you. For saving my life." He said quietly. Then, he shook his head. "I'll see you later, Mr. Sanders." Greg watched as he and the nurse left the room, then got into a comfortable position, and started thinking about life.

And that's all I have for chapter 2. The next chapter will most likely be more to do with the rest of the CSI crew! Read and review please. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! Thanks,

SoulofaDragonfly.