Nightmare 2/?
Summary: Greg is dealt with an unfathomable blow that rocks his whole world. How will he deal? What will happen?
Disclaimer: I only own the plot.
Rating: Possible R
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Brass shook his head, tears pooling in his eyes. "There were no survivors."
Greg's eyes widened, his heart seizing in his chest as he stuttered. "What?"
"I'm sorry."
"What?...your joking right? April fools haha." Greg stumbled over his words, his heart now racing deep in his chest. "Please tell me this is a joke?"
"Its not." Grissom stated plainly, pressing a bent finger to his lips trying to hold back his own emotions as the tech broke down.
"Oh my god!" Greg cried out, breathing heavily. "This is not happening." Jumping up off the chair he bolted from the room.
Greg barely made it out to the parking lot before nausea set in. Eyeing the nearest trash can, next to the benches by the door, he moved to it quickly before emptying his stomach.
Nick, Sara, Warrick, and Catherine having come back from were startled to find the DNA tech, heaving, tears streaming down his cheeks as he leaned heavily against the cold metal trash can.
Both women dropped to either side of the tech, their hands resting on his shoulders. "Greg honey, what's wrong?"
His answer came in a low whimper, his head shaking. "Their gone."
"Greg come on…what is it?" Sara stressed, running an unconscious hand through his hair, her heart racing with his incoherent response.
His body shaking in sobs, mumbling over and over. "Their gone. Their gone."
The four shared a look of alarm before Warrick announced. "I'm going to get Grissom."
It took Warrick less than five minutes to get their supervisor. When they reached the group Greg leaned more into both women, his body still wracked with sobs. "Oh god."
Before Catherine could ask anything, Nick jumped up, eyeing Grissom. "Do you know what's going on? What's wrong with him?"
"Brass got word a little while ago…some of his family passed away."
Before they could fully react, Greg cried out. "All…all of them." His grip tightening on both Catherine and Sara as he buried his face deep in Sara's neck, his body shaking from the sobs that retook his body.
Greg's hysterics were starting to draw attention causing Grissom to sigh, rubbing a hand across his face. "I need you guys to take him home and one of you to stay with him. I don't care who. I have to go talk to Ecklie."
With that Grissom headed back inside, leaving the group to deal with the broken man.
"I have to get Lindsay." Catherine replied reluctantly slipping from the younger man's tight hold, pressing a tender kiss to his trembling shoulder before standing up.
"I'll stay with him." Sara rolled her eyes, sensing the sudden excuses. Holding Greg closer, his shaking eased slightly, even as more tears soaked her shirt.
"I'll help you get him home." Nick volunteered, helping Sara pull him off the ground, Greg's body still leaning heavily into hers. "Tell Griss I'll be back after I get them situated."
"No problem, man. Drive careful." Warrick sighed, watching them walk their hysterical friend to a Denali."
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