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Chapter Twenty Two # Nightmares Begin #

"Bitch!"

"Whore!"

"Slut!"

"Fat!"

"Ugly!"

"Worthless!"

Morgan's eyes widened as faceless teens taunted her. "Stop it!"

"Bitch!"

"Whore!"

They started again, turning it almost to a chant.

"Leave me alone!" She snapped. She looked up and stopped a familiar figure walking away. "Greg!"

He didn't turn.

She ran up to him and grabbed his arm. He shook her off. "What?"

She recoiled at his harsh tone. "I...Where're you going?"

"Why is it your business?"

Morgan stopped breathing. "Greg?"

"Stop saying my name!" he snapped.

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah, well, you should be." Greg spat.

"What did I do?" Morgan frowned.

"You know Morgan!"

"What?"

"How could you do it? Oh wait, because you're a bitch."

Morgan flinched and her heart began to break. "What?"

"Stop asking questions Morgan. You're a lot of things, fat, bitchy and sluty are among them but dumb is not."

Speechless, Morgan's eyes filled with tears.

"Goodbye Morgan. It's over." Greg walked away.

Morgan's eyes flew open in the pitch black. She was shaking all over and when she raised a hand to her face she felt the tears on her cheeks. Don't be such a baby! She scolded herself. She reached an arm out and found the tiny torch she'd brought with her. Its dim light illuminated Greg's sleeping face less than a foot away. There was no hate on his face. Only innocence, pure and simple.

A wave of nausea assaulted Morgan's stomach and she wiggled out of the sleeping back, making a swift, silent beeline for the bathroom. Once there she promptly threw up in the toilet.

She had flushed the toilet and scrubbed her hands thoroughly before she got to the crying. She quickly held a hand over her mouth to stifle the sound.

"Morgan?"

She turned quickly to see Greg standing with a frown on his face. His pyjamas were rumpled and his hair was sticking up all over the place. "Sorry I woke you." She mumbled apologetically, not meeting his eyes.

"Are you okay?"

Morgan tried to grin. "Yeah, I'm great... Too much fizzy drink."

Greg wasn't convinced. "Did you just throw up?"

"I'm sorry." She whispered and Greg's frown deepened.

"What for? Do...do you want to go home?" he asked reluctantly.

"No! I'll...I'll be fine. It was just... I'm fine now. I ate too much, Greg. Unless you want me to go..."

"Why would I want that? Morgan you look terrible."

The pure worry on Greg's face stopped Morgan from being offended. Her lip trembled. "I...I just ate too much and then had a nightmare and I'm sorry, I..."

"Horror movie?" Greg asked. Morgan thought about lying but shook her head. "What was it about? I'm a good listener."

"I know..." she whispered. "It's just stupid..."

"Morgan, if it's got you this upset..."

"It was about you." She whispered, and Greg's face went blank. "You hated me."

"I what?"

"Hated me." Morgan repeated in a barely audible breath.

Greg swallowed. "What did I do?"

Morgan just shook her head.

"Mo, you know I could never hate you. Not in a million billion aeons." Greg said sincerely.

"Couldn't just go for years, huh?" she half smiled.

"You're avoiding the point." Greg pulled Morgan into a big hug. "I love you."

"I know." Morgan mumbled. "I love you more."

"Nah you don't...you sure you don't wanna go home?" Greg murmured and Morgan shook her head into his chest.

"No! No."

"Good." Greg smiled. "You wanna go back to bed?"

"What's the time?"

"Eight am."

"Its so dark!" Morgan exclaimed.

"I have very good curtains." Greg shrugged.

Morgan opened her mouth to reply and yawned widely.

"Let's go." Greg whispered, taking her hand gently as the tiptoed back to the sleeping bag. Greg wrapped his arms protectively around Morgan and she happily drifted back off to sleep.

When she woke up again at half twelve, Sara, Warrick and Tali were already awake and laughing quietly. She sat up trying not to disturb Greg.

"Morning." She breathed. They all grinned at her. "What are you doing?"

Tali waved her eyeliner at Morgan and she looked around. Archie had glasses and a Harry Potter scar drawn onto his face. Ryan had a butterfly on his cheek, Greg a moustache. Nick was the only one without black marks on his face.

Morgan's hands flew up to her own face and Tali threw her a small mirror. She sighed in relief upon seeing nothing and giggled, joining them on the sofa.

"We were just thinking of what to do on Nick." Tali giggled quietly.

"Do what to me?" A sleepy voice groaned. They all turned to see Nick in a sitting position, rubbing his eyes.

"Nothing!" Sara chimed quietly. "Really."

"Yeah, yeah." Nick ran a hand through his messed up hair and pushed himself up, disappearing to the bathroom. He emerged a few minutes later looking wide awake, his hair back in its usual place.

"Aw, you looked cute when your hair was messed up!" Tali teased, messing it up again.

Nick blushed slightly and looked at Greg. "Oh that's what y'all were gonna to do to me?"

Sara shrugged. Already her hair was pulled back into a fresh ponytail. Morgan raced to the bathroom next and when she opened the door Greg, Ryan and Archie came hurtling at her. She squeaked and slammed the door shut.

"Let us in!" Archie protested.

"Morgan!" Greg whined. She slid her phone out of her pocket and eased open the door, snapping a picture of their faces before running back into the den.

Tali, Sara, Nick and Warrick were laughing loudly.

"I like your hair." Nick told Morgan as the laughing stopped.

She shrugged, moving the loose braid hanging over her shoulder. "Thanks."

Greg came back from the bathroom moustacheless.

"So what are we doing today, G?" Nick asked curiously.

"This is called a recovery day. We sit around in pyjamas all day watching films and maybe go swimming later."

"Shouldn't we help you clean up?"

"Nope." Greg shook his head. "My mom enjoys cleaning. Honestly."

"Let's not watch horror movies, okay?" Tali asked, biting her lip.

"Aw." Greg frowned.

"I know a film." Morgan grinned and they sat back down on the couch.

"Wait! Sanders party tradition - the popcorn breakfast!" Greg pulled out eight large buckets of popcorn from a hidden cupboard and passed one to each person. "Made it yesterday."

"I think I'll pass." Morgan made a face.

Greg pouted and put it on the floor. "If you want it later."

Morgan grinned and put on a DVD from her bag.

"St Trinians?" Warrick's nose wrinkled.

"Trust me." Morgan grinned and pressed play. "Even my stepbrothers like it!"

"Okay, Morgan, I have to admit it. That was a good film." Warrick admitted reluctantly a couple of hours later.

"I told you." Morgan beamed.

"Anyone fancy a swim?" Greg offered.

"Its October!" Sara protested.

"So?" Greg shrugged. "The pool's heated."

"I dunno, G." Nick shrugged.

"We could go for milkshake." Tali suggested. "It's not far."

"I don't wanna get dressed." Ryan protested. "I was promised a pyjama day. I haven't had one for like three years."

"Then we'll go in our pyjamas." Greg declared.

"Or not." Sara looked at him as if he was insane.

"Why not?"

"Well..."

"I think it sounds like fun." Nick shrugged.

"I'm in." Morgan shrugged, glad she'd picked a onesie.

"I could think of worse things to do." Archie's mouth twitched into a smile.

"I'm in." Ryan and Tali chimed at the same time.

"What the hell." Warrick grinned.

"Fine. Fine." Sara muttered. It took them an hour to get there but for Greg it was worth the looks on the other customers' faces as they sat down at the long table.

"Late night, guys?" Alice asked mildly.

"Something like that." Ryan said wryly.

"The usual?" They all agreed and immediately began talking. Suddenly someone patted Greg on the shoulder.

He jumped and turned to see Catherine Flynn standing behind him.

"Oh...hi Catherine."

"I just saw you all over here and thought I'd say well done. It's all over the school, what happened with Willows."

"Oh, thanks." Greg said seriously. "He was being an ass."

"I don't doubt it. Loving the pyjamas, Morgan." Catherine winked, before going over to join her friends.

"I'd forgotten about that." Nick regarded, rubbing his face where it had bruised.

"Like I said. No one crashes my parties." Greg's face remained solemn.

"You showed 'em, though, Greg." Warrick grinned.

"I did, huh?" Greg grinned back. Then his face fell again. "I'm not looking forward to Monday."

"Good point." Nick frowned, trying not to show how concerned he had become.

"Bring it on." Warrick took a large sip of milkshake. "Bring it on."

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Catherine walked into the school happy for the first time in a while. The buzz about her pregnancy had died down; no rumours had spread recently, at least none about her.

"So do I get to name my baby?"

She didn't even turn. "Piss off, Eddie."

"You may as well take me back. I'll have you back if you beg."

She whirled around. "And why would I want to do that?"

"Because no one else will have you."

"Go piss off someone your own size." Catherine shook her head and walked away. She wouldn't let her bubble burst.

Eddie glowered at her retreating back and called Stetler. "Yeah, it's me. No, I don't think we should...Fist fighting's gettin' old. It's time for good old fashioned pranking. Yep. See you then."

Sara rubbed her eyes sleepily as she reached her locker with her seven best friends.

"Tired, Sar?" Greg asked innocently.

"Yeah. I spent most of last night having nightmares and catching up on homework that I didn't do on Friday or Saturday." Sara glared playfully at Greg.

She pulled open her locker and white foam exploded in her face. As she and her friends froze in shock, the corridor of teens burst out laughing. Catherine bit her lip in pity as Sara went pink and Tony, Jess and Don followed suit. Eddie Willows however was roaring with laughter. It seemed as if the whole school was packed into the one little corridor.

My books...Sara thought numbly. My work, my stuff...

Morgan's heart broke for Sara as the brunette fumbled in her locker and pulled out a ruined copy of Harry Potter. It had been signed by the author when Sara was seven, and Morgan knew that it was one of Sara's most prized possessions. She'd brought it in on Friday to prove to Greg that she had it and left it in her locker in case it got dog-eared in her bag.

Anger and sorrow bubbled inside Morgan as Sara bit her lip in an attempt not to cry. She had to do something. Sara looked more upset than Morgan had ever seen her before. Not to mention humiliated. Morgan looked at the harsh, unsympathetic faces as the cackling teenagers. She spent five seconds trying to think of exactly what to do. And then it hit her.

She giggled.

Everyone stared at her as she pulled foam out of Sara's hair, giggling as she did so. Suddenly, Greg understood. He began laughing with her, as did Nick and Warrick.

Sara stared at them blankly but as the four roared with laughter the surrounding teens' laughs faltered.

Tali and Ryan joined in the laughter, followed by Archie. Sara covered her mouth but the only sound to escape was a giggle.

The friends began laughing loudly and Catherine, Don and Tony joined in, laughing as hard as they could while everyone else watched in utter confusion.

Eddie Willows frowned as Sara clutched at the locker to stop herself from falling over she was laughing so hard. Their laughter rang louder than all of the others put together.

As a couple of teachers began to come out to see what was wrong, all the kids that weren't laughing bustled off to class, leaving the others alone. The laughter died as Sara let a small sob escape her lips.

"Sara? What happened?" Dr Langston asked kindly.

"My stuff..." She whispered. "My...my..."

Morgan wrapped her small arms around Sara. "I'm sorry."

Brass looked fuming. "All right you lot, everyone out of here, we'll sort this out, Sara."

"Sir, can I stay with Sara?" Tali asked. "Please? I'm in her next class."

Brass nodded and the others left, looking back at Sara sadly. "Okay, do you know who did this?"

Sara shook her head, crying quietly. "No."

Footsteps pounded heavily down the corridor, announcing the arrival of Deputy Principal McKeen. "Sidle! What have you done?"

Sara turned her tear filled face to the teacher. "What?"

"Don't 'what' me! I have been informed that you put foam in someone's locker, Sidle! That is out of order."

"McKeen, you must have misunderstood. Sara had foam put in her locker." Dr. Langston explained calmly.

McKeen scowled. "A student came to me an hour ago and told me that they saw Sara putting foam into a locker."

"I didn't!" Sara retorted hotly through her tears.

"Don't talk back to me! I'm adding another week onto your detention!"

As Brass, Tali and Langston opened their mouths to retaliate Sara started to shout.

"I didn't do anything! I didn't do anything!"

"Don't you dare shout at me, Sidle!" McKeen roared and Sara flinched. "Get to my office, now!"

"McKeen!" A new voice cried indignantly. "Stop it, Sara didn't do anything. She's the victim here."

"Grissom. It would be one of your students that would pull one of these crazy stunts, wouldn't it?"

"McKeen, we have CCTV footage from this corridor of Jake Berkeley putting foam in her locker. Now, I will deal with Sara speaking back to you, and I would appreciate it if you took off the extra detentions." Grissom said calmly.

McKeen muttered something under his breath and strode away. Sara burst into tears.

"Jim, Ray, I'll handle this." Grissom murmured. "Tali, Sara will see you in class, okay?"

Tali nodded, leaving reluctantly. Grissom put an arm around Sara, regardless of the foam. "Come on, I'll get Natalie to see what she can salvage from the locker." Grissom said kindly, texting the caretaker.

Sara clutched the book to her chest and followed Grissom into his office. "Now Sara, has Jake Berkeley done anything to you before?"

She shrugged, wiping her eyes. "Snide comments. He crashed Greg's Halloween party on the weekend with some other boys...ended up in the swimming pool." Despite herself, Sara's mouth mirrored Grissom's, twitching into a smile.

"How did that happen?"

"You don't wanna mess with an angry Greg."

Grissom laughed. "We're going to punish Jake for this, Sara."

"That'll make it worse." Sara protested softly.

"I know it will in the short term." Grissom nodded and Sara looked up at him. "May I see that book please? You go to the gym, have a shower. Do you have clean clothes in your gym kit?"

"That was in my locker." Sara said quietly.

"Will Tali David have some maybe?"

Sara nodded.

"Okay, here's what we're gonna do. We're gonna borrow some clothes from Tali, you're going to have a shower, sit this class out in the library and rejoin school at second period, okay?"

Sara nodded again. "Thanks, Grissom."

"Don't mention it." Grissom shook his head. He was going to kill Jake Berkeley.

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Tony DiNozzo was furious. Jake Berkeley had come up to him a few minutes before, laughing about how he'd wrecked one of Sara Sidle's favourite books. When pinned against the wall, Jake had revealed that he had known about the signed copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone that Sara had in her locker and knew that it would be utterly ruined. Tony had ignored Don's questions and headed straight for the parking lot. After punching Berkeley in the face, that was.

He jumped into his car and drove out of the parking lot, his tyres squealing as he sped around the corner. He raced home, unlocking the door to his large house and running up three flights of stairs. He flew into his bedroom and ran straight past his wall full of movies to a draw that had been untouched for years. He pulled out a box and flew back down the stairs and out of the door, reaching his car only to remember that he hadn't locked the front door and racing back to do so.

Only twenty minutes after he'd left Tony DiNozzo re-entered the school parking lot, five minutes before recess. He went into his alcove and waited until the bell rang. When it did, Sara Sidle was one of the first people to walk past. He took a deep breath and grabbed her arm. She jumped with a small gasp.

"Hey, um Sara-"

"Please, just don't." Sara turned away. "I honestly can't deal with anyone else taking the piss today, DiNozzo."

Ignoring how much her tone stung, he said seriously, "Can I talk to you for a minute? Please?"

She sighed. "Fine. What do you want?"

He pulled the box out of his bag. "I, uh... I heard about your book and I felt horrible. I know it's not the same and probably won't even mean the same thing to you but I want you to have this."

Sara frowned, taking the old copy of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone.

"It's, uh...it's signed. I got it on holiday in England at a book signing."

Sara's eyes were wide as she tried to hand it back. "I can't."

"Sure you can. I'm more of a movie guy anyway. Look, I know that book probably had sentimental value for you and there's no way I can give that back. But I want you to have it." Tony said sincerely.

Sara's large brown eyes seemed to pierce right through his heart as she smiled slightly. "Thanks, Tony."

"No problem." He grinned.

"I do have one question."

"Shoot."

"Why? Thousands of kids get bullied at high school."

I'm not falling in love with thousands of kids...Tony thought. "Because you don't deserve dickheads like Jake Berkeley wrecking your life. And because I loved what Greg Sanders did to those assholes at his party."

"I think my friends and I are in for a hell of a ride." Sara shook her head.

"I have to agree with you there. But hey, you need anything, I got your back, okay?" Tony grinned.

Not truly trusting him, Sara nodded. "Okay."

Suddenly a scream had them both look up. About twenty metres away, a very pissed off looking Nick Stokes was sat on the floor, covered from top to toe in white powder. Sara's mouth dropped open at the now empty bucket swinging above his head, small particles of white powder falling down.

Tony shook his head.

"Oh yeah. You guys are in for a hell of a ride."

Okay, I'm getting back into the swing a little now. Note: This story will not be GSR. It will have GSR friendship but however much I love me some GSR romance, it doesn't fit with this story, sorry. I think you can all probably see where I'm going instead, but I have a twist to throw in! Yay, excited!

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