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A little bit shorter, but a bit more drama in this chapter. Please read and review!

I still don't own CSI

Greg and Sara were on their way back to the lab after talking to the gym owner on the case of the murdered man involved in stealing brains. Sara was driving and Greg was staring out the windshield.

"You're kinda quiet," Greg said.

"Mmm?" Sara asked.

"You, uh, feeling okay?" Greg turned to Sara. "You've been kind of quiet."

"Uh, yeah," Sara said. "I'm okay."

Greg didn't buy it. "Sara?"

Sara sighed softly. "Morgan said you talked to her about what happened...the-the beating..."

Greg looked down at his lap. "Yeah," he said with a sigh. "Yeah, she, uh...she understood."

As they pulled into the lab parking lot, Sara said, "I think you're going to be mad."

Greg looked up, confused. "Why?"

Sara parked the car and looked at Greg. "You didn't tell her about you being beaten up."

Greg closed his eyes in frustration. "And...you did?"

"I-I'm sorry. She said you had told her. And I said you looked like hell, she asked what I meant."

Greg said nothing. He simply shook his head and looked up at the ceiling of the car.

"Greg, I'm sorry." Sara looked to her brother for any kind of emotion.

Sighing, he said, "It's...fine." Looking over and seeing Sara's concerned gaze, he added, "I don't-I don't blame you."

Sara placed a supportive hand on Greg's. "I really am sorry."

Greg turned his hand over and took Sara's hand in his. "I know. And...I just...hate thinking about that."

"So, why didn't you tell her?"

Sighing, Greg said, "I don't know. Because I'm too...proud or something. Because I hate feeling like a victim."

Sara squeezed Greg's hand. "You have come so far."

A soft smile crossed Greg's face. "Thank you." Looking at his sister, Greg smiled thoughtfully. "I don't know what I would have done without you guys, though."

Sara smiled. "So, you okay?"

"Yeah," Greg said quickly. "Yeah, I'm okay."

The two friends shared a smile as Sara squeezed Greg's hand. "Good," she said.

Greg was in the locker room when Morgan walked by. She saw him taking his jacket off and getting ready to go home.

"Hey," she said, leaning against the door frame.

Greg smiled as he saw the beautiful young woman. "Hi."

Morgan smiled back. She really had come to care about him.

"You, uh, heading home?" Morgan asked.

"Uh, yeah. You up for breakfast later?"

Morgan smiled. "Not really."

Greg looked at Morgan. "Look, Sara told me she told you about...about what happened."

Morgan sighed and looked away. Looking back at Greg, who still was staring at her, Morgan quietly said, "It wasn't the person who should have told me."

Greg sighed. "I know, and I'm sorry."

"Then why didn't you tell me?" Morgan hadn't meant for that to come out as harsh as it did.

Greg looked away. "Because I hate being treated as a victim!" Morgan's eyes widened slightly as Greg fought to keep from raising his voice. "Because I took someone's life and the kid's family wanted me to pay. Because...because I wish to God it had never happened." Greg shut his locker door.

Morgan stared at Greg. "I-I'm sorry..."

Sighing heavily, Greg said, "So am I." Looking at Morgan's concerned face, Greg immediately wished he hadn't said that as harshly as he did. "Look," he said. "I-I don't like to talk about it. Like you, I did the whole 'counseling' thing, but it took me a long time before I felt like everyone wasn't pitying me or waiting for me to-to screw up."

Morgan blinked in surprise. "Greg, you are a good CSI."

"I know that! Look, I worked hard to get where I am and I love my job. But that...that incident..." Greg looked away, feeling embarrassed that he hadn't come clean with her in the first place. "I hated feeling, being helpless."

Morgan sighed. She had to prove herself as a good CSI because she was Ecklie's daughter, and was coming back after her kidnapping. "Me too," she said quietly.

Greg sighed. "I-I'm sorry." He gathered up his back and walked to the door. "I'll see you later."

As he walked past Morgan, Greg missed the expression of concern and love on the young woman's face. She stood there, wishing she hadn't pushed Greg about what had happened. Brushing a tear away from her cheek, Morgan turned around and watched Greg turn the corner in the hallway. She wanted to go after him, tell him that she was sorry and wanted nothing more than to comfort him, but she stayed rooted in that one spot.

TBC...