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After being all cheerful when he was certain he was ready to sleep with Camille, Dr. Reyes had put quite a damper on Greg's mood. It showed in his face and his posture, as well as his work performance. While Russell was trying to be understanding and realized Greg was going through tough times, he couldn't close his eyes over the CSI's sloppyness at work anymore. He put him on desk duty until he got a psych evaluation. He requested it to be done by another psychiatrist, fearing Dr. Reyes might not be partial enough to objectively evaluate the CSI. The young CSI was not happy with this, but knew there was no point in arguing with his supervisor. Russell had already made an appointment with Dr. Harrison, a highly respected psychiatrist in the field of sexual crimes. Russell had worked with him on a few of his cases and was certain he'd be able to assess Greg's current state of mind and could tell the supervisor whether Greg was fit to work or not.

Greg walked into the lab a few hours after his appointment with Dr. Harrison. The rather depressed and down look on his face had faded, now he looked angry. He walked through the lab's halls without greeting any of his colleagues he passed by, not even Nick. "Thanks a lot, Russell!" He stormed into the supervisor's office. "What were you thinking, making an appointment for me with that guy?!"

Russell was standing in his office with Sara, talking about a case. "It's best to wait for the results before asking for a search warrant. Keep me postet, okay?" He walked Sara out and closed the door. "He's one of the best in his field, Greg."

"Yeah, I'm sure he is," he replied sarcastically. "Did he send my evaluation in already?"

Russell nodded. "Got it by mail a few hours ago. What... What happened in there, Greg? I really didn't expect this."

Greg released a deep sigh as he sat down. "Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to open up about this? It took me a while to be able to talk to Dr. Reyes about it, and now that I finally trust her you question her competence?"

"It's not that I question her skills, Greg." Russell sat down on the corner of his desk. "I just wanted someone who didn't know you to tell me whether or not you're okay."

"...Well, why didn't you just ask me instead of sending me to... that guy."

The supervisor shrugged. "It's not that easy talking to you lately. And I get that and tried to respect it. I figured talking to a psychiatrist would be easier than talking to your boss, you know?"

"Yeah but..." Greg gave him a sad look. "...why him?"

"...What's wrong with hi... Oh." Russell got off his seat. "Oh. Oh Greg, I'm sorry. I didn't... you didn't want to talk to him because he's a man?"

Greg started to fidget in his seat. "S-So what now? I'm suspended or something?"

Russell shook his head. "No, of course not. I just want you to be okay. Maybe Dr. Reyes can recommend a colleague to do the evaluation... or maybe do it herself. We'll figure something out, alright?"

Since all Greg said to Dr. Harrison was that he didn't want to talk, Russell managed to void the evaluation by the psychiatrist and get Dr. Reyes to do one instead. Greg wasn't happy with that one, either. Dr. Reyes did write that she thought Greg was fit to work, but advised Russell to keep him supervised for the next few shifts. But instead of complaining about it to Russell, he decided to take it up with the doctor herself, asking her why she thought he needed supervision.

"Because I worry about you," was her dry response. "This attack obviously traumatized you in a way that you don't realize yet and while I know how that affects you in your private life, I can't exactly know how it's going to influence your work."

"...I can tell you that. Not at all. Because I'm fine. It's affected me in a way that made me realize that life is short and I shouldn't waste it in a psychiatrist's office!"

She shook her head. "That's not what you told me in our first session after the attack. You were ready to stop trying to date for good, remember? Even when you met Camille, you didn't want to pursue her any further. Then something changed and you decided to rush into things."

Greg sighed annoyed, knowing she was right. "So? Is it really reprehensible to change my mind? Ever since I decided this, I feel like a weight has been lifted off my chest! Maybe that's what I needed. Maybe my problems with this matter were all caused by my belief that I wasn't ready yet."

"Or maybe you're still not ready but try to talk yourself into it. I can't stress this enough, Greg... It's very likely you won't be able to deal with it afterwards."

Since Camille and Greg had both agreed that they would take things slow, Greg didn't feel too much pressure when she asked him to spend some time over at her place. She had a lovely two-bedroom apartment with a big living room, where they were having dinner together while sitting on her couch. Camille had just gotten off her seat to get desert. She put two plates with cherry pie on the coffee table and sat down next to him again. "Here you go. Do you want to watch a movie or something?" She grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. She started eating the pie but put her plate down on the coffee table once she realized Greg didn't eat, but instead look at her. "You hardly ate anything, don't tell me you're full already." She smiled.

He shook his head. "No, it's just... You're beautiful."

Her smile got bigger. "Oh Greg, you're so sweet." Camille gently stroked his cheek, but quickly pulled her hand back, out of fear it might make him uncomfortable. But it didn't, they started making out.

After a few minutes, Camille got off the couch, grabbed Greg by the hand and lead him into the bedroom. He got a little anxious as soon as he realized what was about to happen but was quite determined not to back out. But the moment they both sat down on the bed, he panicked.

When Camille noticed that he was shaking, she stopped kissing him and instead started stroking his arm, leaning against him. "This is nice," she said, hoping to reassure him it was fine the way it was between them right now.

"...Yeah." He sighed, both desperate and relieved. He felt like crying his eyes out over the inability to get as intimate with her as he wished to, but held his tears back. They remained like this for a few minutes but got interrupted by Camille's phone ringing. "You should get that."

"It's probably unimportant."

He shrugged. "Could be work."

She realized he wanted her to leave him alone for a moment, so she walked into the kitchen to answer the phone.

Greg put his hands over his eyes for a minute, trying to digest what just happened. He felt horrible about it but tried to tell himself there was no need to – it didn't work. When he put his hands away from his face, he realized someone was staring at him from the doorway. "...Who are you?"

Instead of answering the question, the man stormed over to Greg and grabbed him by his shirt. He punched him in the face without a warning.

"...No!" Greg yelled, trying to fight the man off, but he hit him again, causing him to fall down on the bed. The man was kneeling on the bed, bent over him with one hand wrapped around Greg's neck. This triggered the traumatic memories Neil Novak inflicted on the young CSI, he was in panic mode now, the fear paralyzing him.

"...Oh god, no! Stop it!" Camille hurried over to the two. "Are you out of your mind?! I said stop!" She grabbed the man and pulled him off of Greg. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" She pushed him away from her before hurrying over to Greg. "I'm so sorry, are you okay? Oh no, you're bleeding... Look at what you did, Ed!"

"...You know him?" Greg asked confused and scared, putting his hand on his bleeding nose.

"I'm so sorry. I'll get some ice for your face. I should've... I'm sorry." She turned around, meaning to walk into the kitchen.

"Camille, wait! Don't... leave me with..." The CSI was sitting on the bed, unable to think of what to do next. He was too shocked.

"I want him out of the bed now," the man named Ed said furiously.

Camille stopped to walk back over to Ed. "Are you serious? Are you freakin' serious?! Look at him! You had no right to do that! I should arrest you!" She grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the room, leaving Greg even more confused than before.

Camille walked back into the bedroom a few minutes later, with an ice pack and a towel in her hand. "Here. For your face and... your nose."

Greg's nose seemed to be bleeding profoundly and the left side of his face was reddened. "...What just happened? Who is this guy? ...And why'd he attack me?" He was sitting on the floor now, his back leaning against the bed.

She sighed heavily. "I should've told you about him, but I didn't expect him to come here. He lives in Reno now and... I forgot he still had my keys. He's my ex-fiance."

"...You were engaged?"

"Yeah, we broke up two months ago when he decided to move to Reno. He wanted me to come with him but I didn't want to give up my life here. He wanted to try a long-distant relationship but I didn't. He's still not really accepted the fact that we broke up and still considers this his place. I asked him for the keys back weeks ago and he just wouldn't hand them over. I didn't think he'd just come here, that's why I haven't changed the locks yet and... Now it got you hurt. I'm so sorry."

Ed walked in, still looking as furious as he did when he attacked Greg. "Tell him to leave already."

She sighed as she rolled her eyes. "I think it's better if you just leave, Greg."

"...I'm not leaving you with him here," Greg whispered in concern.

"It's not like that, he's not violent." When she noticed his look, she went on. "...Towards me. He's never touched me and he never will. It's okay, really."

"...But I don't trust him."

"Neither do I." She smiled gently. "But he'd never hurt me, I know that."