Sorry for the long wait in an update. I wanted to get this up much sooner, but if you had any idea how work has been this week, you'd understand why I haven't done anything.

Adding in the simple fact we are climbing into record breaking high temps, and our work building, (that is all concrete) has no air-conditioning. Normally we have fans, but our drying room fan is busted, so we've been using all our fans in order to keep our sample bottles dry. So we've been very, very hot, all week long. Hey, look on the bright side, it's only 90 in the shade :P

Chapter Eight: Worries

He had tried to sleep. Collapsing on his bed, he hadn't even bothered with changing, or getting under the covers. Though it was too warm to get comfortable. That, and the pain in his chest didn't help at all either. After nearly an hour of laying there in the darkness, it was clear that sleep would not claim him.

Groaning as he sat up, Greg rested his head in his hands, using his fingers to massage his forehead. He would take some medicine; he decided, which meant he had to eat something first. He wasn't up to it; Greg knew already that he had nothing in his fridge, and he wasn't in the mood to cook anything. He could always order take-out, but then again, food didn't sound very appealing at the moment.

Pushing himself to his feet, Greg wandered out to the kitchen, grabbing the brown paper bag he had left on the tabletop. Reading the label he decided to take one anyways, even though he hadn't had anything to eat since yesterday morning.

Swallowing the pill dry he wandered over to the couch, easing himself down gently, his head coming to a rest on the small pillow. He rested one hand on his stomach, the other on his forehead, as he closed his eyes, willing the medication to kick in.

He was close to drifting off when there was a knock on his door. Raising his head, Greg groaned inwardly as he glanced towards the invading sound. "Who is it?" he called, wishing that whoever it was, that they would just go away.

"It's me Greg, can I come in?"

Sara's voice answered back, and Greg frowned, looking over his shoulder at the clock. What would Sara be doing here at this time? It was barely past four, and their shift didn't end till seven. "Coming," he muttered in response, already moving to sit up.

He had gotten halfway there when the door opened, Sara giving him a small smile as she pulled the spare key from the hole. "I just wanted to see how you were doing," she told him, shutting the door behind her.

Greg gave her half a smile, before heading back to the couch. He sat down slowly, ever aware that Sara was watching his every move. He motioned to the chair next to him, nodding. "Have a seat."

Sara moved in to the room further, but stayed standing, her gaze shifting from him to the floor. "I stopped by the hospital, but they said you had already left. I hope you don't mind me checking in on you."

Greg shook his head, laughing softly. "Not at all," he told her quietly. "Why are you here now? Shouldn't you be working?"

Sara shrugged, looking up at him for a brief moment. "No, I just have some extra time, that's all."

"Don't tell me you were suspended again," Greg teased her lightly, becoming more serious when the smile she gave him was only half-hearted. "You did?"

Sara shook her head, sitting down in the chair. "No, no I didn't get suspended," she reassured him. "There wasn't very much to do in the lab, so I left early. Wanted to see how you were doing, and I'm kind of tired."

Greg nodded, folding his hands as he leaned forward. "That's good to hear. I don't know when I'll be back in, I feel bad for abandoning you like this."

"I'd rather have you get better," she told him. "You really scared me there, for a little while that is."

"I'm sorry," Greg shrugged his shoulders, looking down at his hands. "If the house had been built a little better…" he shrugged, glancing back up at her.

"Warrick and Nick took the case over, since you're out, and it turned out that the basement was being used as a meth lab."

"Motive," Greg said quietly, nodding. "They were new homeowners, they must have stumbled across it accidentally, and someone didn't want to be found out."

Sara nodded, leaning back in the chair, staring at the ceiling. "The basement was dug out after the house was built. That's why when it was refurbished, the flooring wasn't changed. Previous homeowner had been jail on a drunk driving charge, came to collect his business, move it to a new place. What he didn't count on was that the house was already sold. He was moving his stuff out of there when the pair came home, found out what he was doing. Case is solved."

"That should go on my record," Greg muttered, earning a questioning gaze from Sara. He held his hands out, smiling up at her. "If I didn't fall then we would have never found that basement," he pointed out.

Sara laughed, shaking her head at him. "You explain that one to Ecklie, see how he takes it." She became quiet, glancing up at the clock.

"I need to get going," she said softly, turning back to him. "You take it easy, get your rest."

Greg nodded, watching her stand. "Yes mother," he kidded lightly, earning another smile from her.

She stopped by the door, her hand resting on the doorknob as she turned back to him. "I'll see you around," she told him quietly.

Greg watched her leave before leaning back, letting loose a sigh. He had a strange feeling that Sara wasn't telling him something. Not that she needed to tell him everything, let alone anything. Still it seemed as though she was purposely trying to avoid telling him something. He shrugged the matter off, already laying back down, the medication was definitely working now, he was feeling groggy and lightheaded. It was then he began to second-guess his choice of taking the medicine on an empty stomach.

TBC…