Sorry this chapter is short, but turst me the rest is going to be AMAZING! haha Well at least I think!

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Disclamier: don't own CSI...

"I've got to quite. That's how I'm going to solve this problem," Emily said placing her hands on the table in the break room, as Catherine and Sara sat in front of her.

"Otherwise, I'm going to fall apart. I can't stay here and take this," Emily began pacing the room now.

"You can't run from every little thing. And Quitting is just going to give him the satisfaction that he won this fight," Catherine said crossing her arms.

"Yea, well if I knew what this fight was about then maybe I could solve it, and stay. Plus this isn't really a fight. I'm not doing much, he's the one fighting," Emily said defending herself.

"Are you sure, because I think that by not standing up for yourself you're moving this fight forward, your just giving him more of a reason to continue to tease you," Catherine continued stating her opinion.

Emily continued pacing, well she thought. She came to a conclusion and took a seat at the table.

"Okay, maybe your right. I am fighting," Emily said looking at the two older women watching her, "but what's this fight about?"

Silence seemed to be painted over the room, as the three sat looking at each other, lost in their own thoughts.

"Emily," Catherine said, as Emily pulled her head up, "when I found you in the stairwell yesterday, what made you fall."

"Greg was teasing me again," Emily said, shaking her head, not seeing Catherine's point.

"About what…?"

Emily's stomach fell as a realization hit her. The way she felt yesterday when Greg was holding her close to him, when he spoke that one word to her, all those feelings came flooding back. She was lost in a quiet trance as years of running from the truth and true feelings emerged out of the darkened corners of her mind.

"…I love him…," Emily whispered more to herself then anyone.

"Dude what's wrong with you?" Nick asked as Greg, sat on the bench in the locker room's leaning against the lockers.

"Yeah, you've been really harsh on that new lab girl, Emily," Warrick said taking a seat next to Greg.

"I know," Greg said quietly, looking down, feeling lousy.

"Why dude, she's so nice, smart, and not to mention very attractive," Warrick asked, as Nick nodded in agreement.

"I know, I know!" Greg yelled jumping up and turning around, slamming his fist into his locker.

A loud bang escaped the locker room, as Greg leaned his forearms against the cool surface of the metal. He sighed and kept his back to his friends as they went on talking.

"I'm sorry man; I won't talk about her anymore. But if you keep this up, you're going to drive her away," Nick said, "And I'm sure you don't want that, because that would land you back in the lab."

Greg laughed hysterically while turning and speaking to them again.

"That's exactly what I want. I want her gone, out of here, out of my life. I would gladly go back to the lab if that meant she was gone! Then I wouldn't have to come to work every day thinking how cowardly I am." Greg yelled.

Warrick and Nick watched as Greg calmed down and sat on the bench again.

"The one thing I always wanted finally found me, but I'm too scared to go after it," he said quietly looking down at the floor.

The boys remained quiet for a few moments before a voice spoke from the doorway.

"What's that Greg?" Gil Grissom asked taking off his glasses.

"…Love…"

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