Disclaimer: If I owned CSI, do you think I would be writing this? Nope.

Little Things

Greg refused to leave Nathan alone. Or maybe it was the other way around. He wasn't sure anymore.

He now sat at LVPD, Nathan resting on his arm. It felt strange to do this, Greg had never been a kid person. Don't get him wrong, but he was an only child.

But Nathan had grown on him. A lot actually. He was a cute kid and he seemed very bright for his age. He actually reminded Greg of his childhood self.

"Hey." He heard Catherine say from down the hallway, as she walked to stand in front of him. It was then that he noticed the social worker behind her. He sighed internally.

"Hey." Greg muttered back, but it was half-hearted. All he wanted to do was get away from this mess of a case.

"Nathan can come with me now." Said the social worker. "We're ready to ask him a few questions." The lady was average and looked to be around 40. Her brown hair was shoulder length and sleek.

"Okay." He said and looked down at Nathan. "Hear that buddy? They wanna ask you some questions just like I did outside, remember?"

Nathan's blue eyes met his and the child nodded slowly, but Greg didn't miss the tears in his eyes.

The social worker held out her hand and Nathan took it hesitantly, sliding off the bench.

The worker began to walk away, and Greg felt a little alone without small Nathan. But before he could even think about what would happen next, he heard a sniffle come from Nathan's retreating body.

Greg and Catherine looked at the little boy, who was now pulling to get free of the social worker, trying to run the other way. Right towards Greg.

"Come on, we're just going over here," The social worker said, struggling to maintain her grip on Nathan's hand.

"No! I don't want to! I wanna stay with him!" Nathan yelled and finally broke free of her grasp, sending him tripping.

On instinct, Greg stepped forwards at lightning speed, grabbing him before he could fall.

The social worker looked at him sceptically, but he ignored it. Greg stood back up, now holding Nathan's little hand.

"Uh Cath, mind if I stay with him?" He asked his supervisor, watching as she looked at the little boy, with a small mile on her lips.

She snapped out of her trance and looked him in the eyes. She seemed really tired.

"Uh... yeah. I'll, uh, call Ray." She said quickly, and glanced at the social worker, who in seeing that this might finally start, walked into the break room.

Greg smiled at Nathan, who gave him a timid one back, and they began to walk, only to be stopped by Catherine grabbing Greg's other arm.

She leaned in slightly, hushing her voice. "Make sure she doesn't take advantage of the situation. They like to twist words."

He nodded at her, realizing this might be harder than he expected.

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"Nathan, you can answer, I'm not going to bite hun. Did you see your family get hurt?" The social worker, who he now knew as Melissa asked the child.

Nathan still didn't answer, he was still looking at his hands fidgeting on the leather couch.

Greg gently put his hands over the little boy's cold ones and smiled when he looked up.

"You can tell her. I promise, she's a friend too." He said soothingly, and hoped the little boy would come around.

"Yeah. I saw." The seven year old muttered, a tear rolling down his cheek. Greg's heart broke for him. The little guy had been through so much.

"Okay," Melissa said slowly, trying to seem welcoming. Even Greg could see it wasn't working. He didn't want to set a bad example, but she annoyed him. "Did you see who hurt them?"

Nathan nodded his head 'a matter of factly'. His small hands were trembling.

"Can you tell me what he or she looked like?" She asked, being rather intrusive. Greg had to focus in order not to give her a rather harsh glare. Instead, he looked at Nathan and rubbed his hand.

"No." He burst out, before crying. "I. Didn't. See (hiccup) Face," He stuttered through sobs. Greg ignored the social worker and pulled the boy into a hug.

"It's okay. It's okay Nathan."

"Look Nathan," Melissa said coolly, almost condescendingly. "Are you saying you did or didn't see your family's attacker?"

But Nathan just cried on Greg's shoulder. The little boy was shaking, and Greg had a flashback to when he had experienced the awful hand shaking after the lab explosion.

Grissom had been there for him, asking I he was okay, and if he needed someone to talk to.

Nathan needed his own Grissom. So Greg put his foot down.

"We're done here. Call the supervisor if you need more information." He said, not afraid to be as equally rude as she had been.

Melissa recoiled, and gave him the kind of look that just screamed 'I'm better than you.'

But he ignored that. Actually he ignored her, the case, and the fact that he could get fired for this. Honestly, he knew the team would help him if Ecklie let his power obsessed mind lead.

So Greg picked Nathan up, and walked straight out of the room, his shoulder getting wet from the child's salty tears.

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