You Think You Know 6/?
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.
Groaning Greg's eyes fluttered open, the dull throb from the scars on his back, now feeling blinding hot and stinging. Needing to find his pills, only wanting to relieve the pain, feeling a new pain wrack his form.
"Don't move. I'll call the nurse."
Hearing the female voice, Greg jumped, trying to move back. Was Melanie gonna finish him off? She had told him that before. Give his coworkers a crime scene they'd never forget. The words still hung heavy in his mind as the doctor stepped in and Greg had his first real look around him. He was on his belly, in a hospital bed, the female voice that he heard was his long time crush Sara Sidle.
"Good to see you awake Mr. Sanders. How do you feel?"Dr. Piers asked, stepping up to the bed.
"Like…" Greg started, only to stop once more hearing the husk in his voice. Tossing a glance Sara's way he started once more. "Like I was pounded with a sledge hammer and my back is on fire."
"Well considering the explosion you were in, it's likely to feel more of that in the coming weeks. But what I'd like to speak to you, however, is about the other scars on your body."
Hearing that, Greg cringed his eyes closing in fear of the doctor and Sara seeing the truth in them. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Greg there are scars that have been there months." Sara stressed, pleading with younger man.
"I've been clumsy the past few months, that's it."
"Greg, you work in a lab, you can't afford to be clumsy." The brunette bit her lip, pure worry flowing through her as she realized this was worse than she thought.
"Well I have been, so get off my case okay." Her spikey haired colleague snapped turning away from them.
"Greg!"
"No Sara, I said get off my case, if you can't take that then you should get the hell out." He yelled at them before crying out as the fresh wounds opened slightly causing a more prominent burning sensation to sear through him.
"Miss I think it's time you leave." Dr. Piers stressed as Greg cried out once more.
Biting her lip Sara nodded, watching helplessly as her friend agonized in pain. "Alright but I'll be back tomorrow."
"Don't bother." The dirty blonde cringed, as another sharp pain stabbed at him, almost like that of a pregnant woman having contractions.
"I'll be back tomorrow." The brunette responded back more firmly, waiting those few moments before he acknowledged her before she left.
Stepping into the break room of the crime lab, Sara was surprised by the overwhelming aroma of Blue Hawaiian assaulting her nostrils. "I wonder who found the good stuff?"
"That would be Nick." Grissom offered, startling the woman slightly as he stepped in behind her.
"Greg won't be too happy to find his stash missing when he gets out of the hospital." Taking a long gulp, she closed her eyes, relieved as the aromatic brew quenched her parched throat.
"How is he?" The older man asked, taking a swig from his own mug.
Setting the mug down, she cringed recalling his pain. "He's in a lot of pain but every time I brought up the other scars the doctor told is about, he got defensive almost scared."
"Hmm maybe I should have Dr. Cane speak with him."
"The labs shrink?" She shook her head at even the thought of it. "…I don't think he's gonna like that Gris. He could barely talk to me, what makes you think he'll talk to a shrink?"
"We have to know what's going on with him."
"I get that. I wanna know too." Sighing, she took another long swig from her cup before setting it on the counter behind her. "I'll talk to him…I'll get him to talk."
"Okay…keep us up to date."
"I will."
Stepping into Desert Palms, Sara nodded to the nurses at the nurse's station before making her way to Greg's room. It was still early enough she knew they wouldn't kick her out. What she hoped for was that Greg wouldn't try to kick her out again. What she hadn't expected to find when she stepped into his room, was to find Greg thrashing around on the bed.
"No Melanie…please!" He cried out, his body shaking in what she could only guess was fear. "Please…that hurts…I'll be a good boy…"
Having heard enough, the brunette stalked up to the bed. Moving her hand gently to his side, she shook him gently, being careful not to hurt his wounds any more. "Greg?"
Jolting up Greg's eyes grew wide seeing the brunette before him. "How long have you been there?"
"Long enough." Settling down in the chair beside his hospital bed, she couldn't help but notice his form begin to clench up. "Is Melanie your girlfriend?"
Biting his lip the tech let off a reluctant nod.
"Is she the one that gave you those scars?"
"I…" Shaking his head, his eyes went to the open door, his fear of Melanie coming out of nowhere, her threat to make him pay for tattling, still alarmingly fresh in his mind. "I can't."
Even having seen so many beating cases, she was surprised by his adamance to let it go. "But Greg, if Melanie or anyone else hurt you, we need to know."
"I can't."
R&R….I hope you like it