Hey remoob here, I know your all waiting on a few of my other stories but it has been super difficult. And I know your probably thinking 'Oh another excuse' but its not. I 've had to pack up and move before my house goes into foreclosure and that plus getting a transfer to a store that's 30 miles from where I'm living at the moment. I'm still not giving up on my other stories, there just taking longer than I wish, but they will be done. I do have a question for those loyal readers and reviewers. Do you think I should take off 'Welcome to the Family' and change it? And if so how?

You Think You Know 1/?

Disclaimer: I only own Greg's girlfriend…for now.

Rating: R

Summary: Something is wrong with Greg but no one knows what it is. What happens when Sara finds out and informs the rest of the group? Read and find out. (Summary may change)

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Pushing aside the metal of his locker door, Greg pulled out his work shirt, before sitting down between the lockers. Looking to either side of him, he quickly shed the shirt from his back, cringing as it glid across the deep purple mark on his back. "Damn."

Shaking in pure agony, he gently replaced the old t-shirt with a new one. Taking a few deep breaths, he stood, his heart pounding wildly in his chest at the pain that still rocked his form.

"Hey G'man."

Turning to the older man, Greg nodded, trying to keep the pain inside from showing on his face. "Oh… hey Nicky."

Shuffling things from his hands to his locker, Nick chuckled softly. "Hey man, there's supposed to be a killer game on ESPN tonight, you wanna come over to my place and watch it?"

Shoving the rest of his dirty clothes into his locker, he sighed. "Sorry…cant."

"Damn…does Melanie have you on a leash or something?"

"Hey." Greg growled, clearly offended.

Shutting his locker door, Nick put up his hands. "Jeez…sorry…didn't mean to piss you off." Stepping up to the lab rat, he gave him a manly slap on the back. "See ya." Before stepping out of the room.

Watching his friend and co-worker step from the room, he burst into tears, his already sore back burning from the pain of his friends 'friendly' gesture. Opening his locker with a trembling hand, he pulled a pill bottle from the back, before opening and depositing three on his tongue. Swallowing them dry, he took a few deep breaths before grabbing his lab coat and leaving the room.

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Stepping into the sterile lab, Sara smiled, seeing her favorite lab rat hard at work. "Hey Greggo, got a fresh one for you."

"Thanks." He mumbled, rubbing tiredly at his eyes, as they stayed trained on the work in front of him. "Just put it on the table and I'll get to it when I get to it." Hearing silence as opposed to the sound of plastic slamming on metal, he turned around, finding the brunette staring intently at him, he questioned. "What?"

Raising her investigative eyes, she stepped closer. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Greg shook his head, turning back to his work.

"You sure?"She pressed, taking a closer look at him. "Because…"

"Sara, I said I was fine. Get off my case." He growled, his breathing heavy, as he turned back to glare at her.

"Alright, fine, just don't come to me when there is something wrong with you."

Just before she angrily stomped from the room, she heard a faint 'I wont.' before completely leaving the room.

Shaking his head, Greg tried to let go of the fact that his only friends wouldn't help him if he were hurt. Turning to the clock, he shuddered at the realization that he'd be getting of soon…and that meant…another punishment. "No."

TBC…R&R, if you want more……