Two Weeks Later…

Greg picked up the house phone and dialed his cell phone number it went straight to voicemail…obviously. He clicked over to listen to his messages, "You have twenty-three unheard messages…"

"Lovely," Greg muttered looking over his shoulder making sure his mom wasn't coming down the hall. The messages went a little something like this:

Grissom:"Greg, why aren't you answering your phone? Just give me a call."

Ecklie: "You picked a hell of time to quit Sanders! You ever come back here for a job…there won't be any!"

Grissom: "Greg…look we're all worried about you…please call us."

Hodges: "Greg, where the hell are you? The whole lab is falling to pieces! Wendy is in the hospital, Nick is out of town, and Catharine and Warrick are on overdrive. Grissom is getting nailed by Ecklie…you need to come back!"

Warrick: "Greg, I don't know why you went up and left, but you need to come back!"

Grissom: "Call me back."

There were another twelve messages from Grissom saying the same thing.

Hodges: "Greg, look it's been a week. Could you get over yourself and come back!? Wendy is out of the hospital now…thanks for caring! Oh, but I thought you'd like to know that Brittney Kain burned down Grissom's house…I suffered minor burns along with Grissom, but we lost ten different case files…I can't believe you just left! You know what, I give up! Have fun crying about little things…"

Catharine: "Greg, please…look I have a feeling something went wrong between you and someone, but that doesn't mean you need to leave. Look Grissom and I talked to Ecklie he is willing to give you your job back…but only if you call."

Ecklie:"Catharine probably called you already, but I am willing to give you your job back…we are overwhelmed in cases…as much as I hate to admit it…please, please come back."

Grissom: "Greg, we give up…we're done. We don't know where you are and to be honest none of us care anymore. You left without explanation…and we're tired I've trying. I told the others to stop calling you…we're done…have fun with your new life."

Greg was about to hang up the phone when a new voice chimed in quietly and softly, "Greg...my dad doesn't want any of us to call you, but I have to tell you the truth," she paused and sounded like she was struggling, "I didn't want to tell you about the baby…I-I didn't want to burden you with such a thing. Greg, that night after the Neon Rose…I heard what you said to me, Oh God, why didn't I answer you? I put a picture in your pocket some time ago hoping, just maybe, you would see it…but you never did. So, I'm going to tell you how I truly feel…Greg I—."

"End of messages to repeat these messages please press one…" Greg's anger flared and he slammed the phone back onto the receiver. He quickly walked to his room, slammed the door and pulled at his hair. He dropped down on his bed and flung a pillow at the wall.

"Greg, are you okay?" His mom asked outside the door.

Greg sat up and walked to the door straightening his hair; he opened it and smiled at his mom, "Yeah, fine. What's for dinner?"

"Um, lasagna," she muttered, "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah," Greg forced a smile and pushed past her going down the hall towards the stairs; he went down to the living room and plopped onto the couch.

"Greg," Gary Sanders lowered his newspaper to look at his son, "Don't worry your mother."

"I am not, she just worries a little too much," Greg stretched out on the couch and closed his eyes.

It was true Jean Sanders did worry greatly about her son, because he always seemed to be having problems and never getting around them. Since he was her only child she was even more protective and worried. At that very timing Jean walked into the room, "Time to eat."

"Yum," Greg sat up and walked to the kitchen he sat down at his spot and dug into his food.

Gary appeared next to him, but before he could sit the phone rang, "I'll get it." He walked over and picked up the phone, "Hello? Uh, yeah he is," he glanced at his son who was stuffing a fork full of food into his mouth, "whose calling?"

Greg looked up at his dad with a confused stare, but his dad held the phone out to him, "Take it."

Greg groaned, but took the phone, "Hello?"

"Greg," it was Wendy.

"Wendy, how did you get this number?" He hissed, but looked at his parents and walked out of the kitchen.

"That doesn't matter, what matters is we need you back here," Wendy coughed and groaned in pain.

"Are you okay?" Greg asked.

"Fine, but anyways look its Katrina," Wendy said.

Greg's whole world stopped moving at the sound of her name, he gripped the phone tighter, "What about her?"

Wendy sighed, "She won't talk to anybody. She won't work. She won't eat. She won't sleep. Greg she refuses to even try living."

Greg loosened his grip, "How is that my problem?"

Wendy snapped, "What the hell Greg! Did you not hear what I just said!? She isn't even trying anymore! God, you are being such an ass! You need to come back she needs your help…the baby needs your help."

He didn't respond.

"Greg, they need you…"

"Look, it's not my fault I got her pregnant!" Greg said a little too loud.

"Yeah, but you did so therefore it is your fault!" Wendy hissed.

"She wasn't even going to tell me!"
"No, she didn't want to tell you, because she didn't think you'd care!"

"Why would she think that?"
"Because you were the one that she hurt, she thought you would never forgive her! I mean, when she was telling me about Aaron…God she was hopping so much that you would save her! Or do something, but you didn't! You avoided her!"

"I didn't avoid her, she avoided me!"

"Would you listen to yourself, you're turning everything on her! She doesn't need that! Want to know something…when you two were together I have never seen her so happy, both of you looked like a light just shot out of you. You two couldn't help, but look at each other. Then that day when she attacked Nick…you freaked out at her. You didn't try to calm her down or make her feel better you got angry…you hurt her more than you'll ever know."

"Yeah, well she hurt me too."

"Shut up! Just shut up!" Wendy screamed at him, he could hear her crying as she spoke, "Greg, her mom is out to kill her, she was getting beat, and all you can do is blame her for everything! Stop thinking about yourself and think of her!"

"I am not blaming her! Stop saying that! If she would've just told me she was pregnant, then—."

"I already told you she didn't think you would care!"

"Maybe I would've!"

"How was she supposed to know? She had an abusive boyfriend and an ex-boyfriend who wouldn't talk to her."

"I tried to talk to her," Greg sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"You didn't try hard enough."

"I tried everything I could!"

"Clearly not, you handled this situation like a two year old! When you got mad you left…you broke her heart into so many pieces not even her friends and family can fix it. The doctors said that if she doesn't try the baby will die…she needs you Greg."

"Then why isn't she calling me?"

"Don't you get it? She's afraid to…she's afraid you'll just turn her away!"

"Then maybe I will if that's what you think!"

"You know what, I'm done. I tried. You can give me a call when you come to your senses and realize you need to come back."

"Well, I hope you won't mind not hearing from me anymore because I'm not coming back!" Greg hit the end button and tossed the phone at the floor breathing heavily.

"Greg," Greg turned to see his parents standing there with shocked faces, his mom was on the brink of tears.

"Mom," Greg started towards her, but she covered her face and ran up the stairs.

Gary sighed, "C'mon Greg, let's go for a walk." He turned and headed towards the back door, Greg followed right behind. Outside the two men walked in silence as the stars tried to give off hope.

"Dad, listen—."

His dad quickly turned punching him in the gut sending him to the ground, "No you listen son, I care about you deeply and not once in my life have I ever thought about hitting you until I listened to you talk on the phone!"

Greg stood up, but Gary shoved him back to the ground, "Dad."

Gary stood over his son, "Have I taught you nothing?"

Greg looked at the ground.

"I haven't seen your mother cry in years, I hope you're proud of yourself."

"Dad, you don't understand," Greg got to his feet slowly ready to be pushed again, but his dad only glared at him.

"I don't need to understand to know that you were a coward," Gary snapped, "Your whole life I've watched you run away from everything…I've had it. This, this was the last straw. From what I heard of the conversation was you got some girl pregnant and you hurt her bad."

Greg glared at his dad, "Hey, she hurt me first!"

Gary punched his son in the stomach again; Greg staggered back, but didn't fall, "So you decide to hurt her worse! That baby is your responsibility!"

Greg coughed into his hand seeing blood, "That baby wasn't even going to know who its father was!"

"You want to know a little secret," Gary looked back at the house, "your mother and I were not married when she got pregnant with you. When she told me, she was worried I'd leave her…but I didn't you want to know why?"

Greg stayed quiet.

"Because I loved her," Gary's eyes gleamed over trying to hold back tears, "I loved her more than anything in the world…I wasn't ready to have a kid, but I wanted to be with her. She wasn't going to tell me, because she was afraid I wouldn't care. Sound familiar?"

Greg gulped silently.

Gary's eyes leaked tears and he stared at his son, "Greg, you have no idea what you walked out on."

"I am clearly aware of what I walked out on," Greg said sternly, "and I am clearly aware of what I am not going to walk back into."

Anger flooded off of Gary, "You ignorant bastard! So, what, you're going to give up everything…just like that?"

Greg couldn't respond.

"Huh?" Gary pushed his son backwards, "Well are you?"

"Why not?" Greg hissed.

Gary clutched his son's shirt, "I don't want you anywhere near or in my house. As long as you're like this…you're not my son." Gary let his son's shirt go and walked back towards the house leaving Greg in the dark alone.

A/N: Another short chapter…I know I'm sorry, but the next will be longer I guarantee it! I just thought this would be a good way to end the chapter. This is my longest fanfic…I am very proud of myself!

Oh I want to thank LeggoMyGreggo411 for being my personal friend feedback via PMs! (This is random I know, but it was about time I thanked her!) Anyways, our little Greg is being stupid! T.T