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Chapter 7: Save Me, Part 2

"So, an accident, huh?" Warrick said to Grissom.

"Looks that way," Grissom replied. Warrick nodded, sitting back in the chair. Grissom looked at him from across the desk as he leaned back. "Something wrong?"

"Yeah. Our team is falling apart."

"What makes you say that?"

"It starts with Greg and Mia, until all of us are at each others throats." Warrick sighed, and Grissom kept watching him.

"Everything'll be fine. You know that."

"I'm not so sure, Griss."

"Why not?" Warrick made a confused gesture with his hand.

"Greg's… not Greg anymore. He moved out of Mia's place, you know."

"Yeah, I know. He filled out the change of address card." Warrick sighed.

"Somethin' doesn't feel right, Griss. Somethin' bad happened to him, and he ain't talkin'. Did he even do his PEAP counseling?"

"You know I can't discuss that with you."

"You know if he didn't, Ecklie'll spread it all over the lab."

"And have you heard anything?" Warrick sighed.

"No, but that doesn't mean anything. I mean, Ecklie works fast, but not that fast." Grissom shrugged.

"Either way." Warrick sighed.

"I don't know, Griss. I think this team's gonna split. Somethin's gonna happen, and it's not gonna be good." Grissom shrugged.

"You could be right." Grissom's phone rang, and he answered it quickly. "Grissom. Hey, Vega." He arched his eyebrows. "Are they okay? Alright. Thanks." He hung up, turning to Warrick.

"What happened?" Warrick asked, concerned.

"Nick and Mia were gunned down at the crime scene," Grissom answered. "They've been taken to Desert Palms. Vega said they were still alive, but not doing well." Warrick sighed.

"Damn. You wanna call Cath and Greg, or you want me to?" Grissom shook his head.

"It's my job. I'll do it." Warrick nodded, frowning.

"Alright. I'll see you there?" Grissom nodded as Warrick left.

Catherine stood up as her phone rang, fishing it out of her pocket. "Willows," she answered. "Oh, hey, Grissom." Greg looked up from the floor to see her. "You're kidding me. Are they okay?" Greg knitted his brows together, confused. "Alright. We're almost done here, so we'll drop our stuff off and head over there." She closed her phone, turning to Greg.

"What's going on?" he asked her.

"Nick and Mia were shot at their scene," she told him. He closed his eyes, heaving a deep sigh.

"Who?"

"The suspect. They went to talk to him, and he shot them. Vega shot to kill him." Greg nodded, opening his eyes and taking his swab.

"They okay?"

"Not really. They're in surgery."

"Well, let's hope all goes well, huh?" Catherine furrowed her brows at his remark.

"What, you hate Nick too?"

"No."

"You really hate her that much?"

"Come on, Catherine. More than likely, she caused them to get shot. You know that as well as I do. She has no regard for anyone else's life."

"You were always the person who said otherwise."

"Yeah, well, things change."

"YOU'VE changed, Greg," she snapped.

"Can you blame me?" he replied. "I was tortured because of her."

"She didn't do anything to you, and you hate her for it. Grow up, won't you?" He groaned, shaking his head. "Your girlfriend, the woman you love, is on an operating table and could possibly die."

"Who said I love her?"

"You wouldn't worry about her deceiving you if you didn't. You loved her before the kidnapping. You mean to tell me you still don't? You're hurt, you're confused, and I get it. You went through something terrible, and I get that too. I don't expect you to be one hundred percent. But this thing you have against her is something I don't get."

"You wouldn't understand."

"Then explain it to me." Greg stood, shaking his head.

"I can't. I'm done." He snapped off his gloves, tucking them away in his kit. Catherine watched in shock as he walked out the door, seemingly not affected by the news of his friends' fates.

Catherine arrived at the hospital without Greg, meeting up with Warrick and Grissom. "How are they?" she asked.

"Still in surgery," Grissom replied.

"Where the hell is Greg?" Warrick asked.

"I told him to stay at the lab," Catherine explained. "Said we didn't need his negativity here."

"Negativity? Greg?"

"He wasn't at all phased by the news. In fact, he immediately blamed it on Mia."

"He jumped the gun," Vega said as he walked up. "Mia didn't have anything to do with them getting shot. Second they walked up, suspect saw their jackets and shot at them. Don't know where he got the gun, but I do know that he won't be doing it again."

"He dead?" Warrick asked. Vega nodded.

"Yeah. Too bad I couldn't get him before he got them."

"Not your fault, Vega," Catherine said. He nodded.

"Hey, wait a minute," Vega said. "Where's Sanders?"

"At the lab." Vega arched his eyebrows.

"That's cold. I'd heard he'd changed and become a jerk, but I didn't think…"

"I told him to stay there."

"Why?"

"Because he's got a huge thing against Mia right now, and we don't need that here."

"I thought they were together."

"Until the kidnapping," Warrick said. Vega shook his head.

"She had nothing to do with that, though… right?" he said.

"No, she didn't. She was with us, and she loved him. She wouldn't do that." Vega sighed.

"So, why'd they break up? She dump him?"

"He left her. He's mad at her because her father kidnapped him."

"She's still in love," Catherine added.

"And Greg's just making it worse," Warrick said. "He refuses to talk to her."

"He fights with her."

"He fights with her?"

"After you guys left, in the break room. Nick was there, too." Warrick shook his head.

"I thought he loved her." The three of them looked to the floor, and Grissom watched them.

"Maybe he does," Brass said as he walked up. "I mean, you wouldn't be hurt by the idea that someone you knew had something to do with you getting hurt unless you actually cared about them, would you?"

"He's hurting her," Catherine said.

"You know, I'm surprised you care."

"She's a member of this team. Of course I care." Brass arched his eyebrows. "Yes, she and I butt heads, but at the end of the day, we still work together, and she does a damn good job. So, yeah, I care about her." Brass shrugged as a doctor came out.

"You guys all here for Nick Stokes and Catalina Salvatori?" he asked.

"Yes," Vega said. "How are they?"

"Mr. Stokes sustained a bullet wound to his chest, got stuck in his rib and missed everything else, fortunately. He'll be fine, but he'll be in a bit of pain from the rib. Miss Salvatori was shot in the abdomen, and she was lucky as well that the bullet didn't hit anything major. She's lost a lot of blood, but should be okay in a day or two. They're in adjacent rooms, on the eighth floor, 833 and 835."

"Thank you, Doctor," Grissom said quietly. The doctor nodded, leaving.

"Someone wanna call Greg at the lab?" Warrick asked. "Let him know what's going on?"

"I'll take care of him," Catherine said, walking away.

"Why wasn't he here?" Brass asked.

"Because he needs an attitude readjustment," Warrick said.

"Him, not her?"

"He left her." Brass looked surprised as Warrick walked away. Vega followed after him, leaving Brass with Grissom.

"He left her?" he asked Grissom.

"Yeah," Grissom replied.

"Why? She have something to do with the kidnapping?"

"Not directly, and not purposely."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I think Stewart messed with Greg's mind." Brass scoffed.

"You think?" Grissom ignored the comment.

"He came by one night, asked Mia for some money. To keep him close, she wrote him a check."

"You think he waved that in front of Sanders?" Grissom shrugged.

"I don't know."

"Guy gets kidnapped and tortured by his girlfriend's father. Now, Greg's a pretty rational guy, would never believe she had anything to do with it, unless faced with proof. I mean, your theory makes sense. Makes a lot of sense, actually."

"Only one way to prove it."

"Get Greg to talk."

"And that's not happening."

"He do his PEAP?"

"Yeah, but you know they can't tell us anything." Brass nodded.

"So, tell him that after his actions in the break room today, he either talks to you or he's out of a job," he said. Grissom shook his head.

"I can't do that, and you know it," he told the captain.

"There's gotta be some way to make him talk."

"I don't know about that."

His cell phone rang as he sat in the break room, and he looked at it in annoyance. Wendy groaned. "You gonna answer that?" she snapped. Greg looked up at her.

"You mad at me too?" he retorted, throwing away his sandwich wrapper with a lot of force.

"Well, let's see. You manage to get my best friend to love you and trust you, and then you turn on her. What do you think?"

"She turned on me first."

"Greg, you know in your heart that's not true. Sooner you believe that, the better."

"You don't know shit, Wendy. Okay? The sooner you believe that, the better."

"You're a fucking asshole, Greg. You know what? I know I don't know what happened to you, and I never will, but I can't believe that it would turn you from a happy, funny guy who loved Mia so much that he'd die for her into a monster who lives to hurt her. You don't care about anyone but yourself. I can understand wanting to be a little selfish, but I can't understand you turning your back on a girl that has done nothing but love you. Turning your back on someone who's been your friend for longer than I've been here, back when you were still a lab tech. Turning your back on your team. You've become a fucking douche bag, Greg, worse than Hodges." She stormed out of the room, and Greg sighed. Having missed the call, he picked up his phone, noting that it had been Catherine. He opened up the phone and called her back.

"Willows," she answered.

"Hey, Catherine," Greg said. "Sorry I missed your call. I was at an ass chewing."

"Greg, hi. Who?"

"Wendy. What's going on?"

"Just wanted to let you know Nick and Mia are out of surgery and doing fine." He nodded, even though she couldn't see.

"Great."

"Mia didn't cause this."

"Whatever. Look, I can't talk because I'm being paged by Trace, but I think Wendy's probably going to call you about results, considering she doesn't like me right now."

"Okay. I'll talk to you later, Greg."

"Later, Catherine." He hung up, having lied about the page and not feeling bad about it. He heaved a disturbed sigh, thinking about what Wendy had said. She was right. He had changed. He was turning his back on everybody. But that wasn't what bothered him.

What did was the fact that he didn't care anymore.