Nightmare 3/?

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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"Call me if either of you need anything." Nick stressed after helping her lay him on her bed. He had taken them back to Sara's since neither knew where or how to get into Greg's place. "I'll let Grissom know he's here and I'll see if I can get to his place and bring some clothes."

"Thanks Nick. I'll walk you out." Before she could get too far, Greg's arm reached out stopping her in her tracks, her eyes on him.

"Don't…please don't leave me."

The terror in Greg's voice startled them both. Nick waved her back, his worried eyes on the younger man. "Stay. I'll get the door."

Watching him walk from sight Sara bit her lip, turning back to the tech. His hand still held a firm grip on her wrist but with him at the edge of the bed she had nowhere to go.

Sensing her problem, Greg scooted back on her bed, pulling her down next to him, his arms curving around her waist, his face burying into her neck. "Thank you. I don't think I could be alone right now."

His whisper sent an unconscious shiver down her spine, throwing her slightly nearly making her forget what she was going to ask. "What happened?" As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt his tears drop down the curve of her neck, his body trembling.

"My family…the only family I had left…" He stopped as he dissolved into sobs, his grip tightening further on her waist. "There all gone."

Sara was shocked, her hand moving through his hair to calm him. "What? How?"

"Brass said they were run off the road…a hundred miles north of here."

"So, they were coming here?"

"I guess so. They didn't say anything."

The shock was back on Sara's face as she put a hand to her lips. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry Greg."

"Thank you…" Greg sighed sadly into her neck, his eyes dropping to her shoulder. "…but it doesn't change the fact I'm alone now…my whole family is gone."

Running a comforting hand through his hair she tried to offer him a smile even though his eyes were turned. "You still have us."

He snorted, shaking his head. "Grissom doesn't know I'm there half the time, Catherine has Lindsay, Nick and Warrick are nearly inseparable and you…" He stopped pulling his arm from around her waist, his eyes diverting to the other side of the room. "You think I'm a joke."

"Greg…"

He shook his head, turning to face the other wall. "Maybe I should go home."

Shaking her own head, Sara grasped his arm pulling him back on the bed, her eyes coming to rest on his. "I don't think you're a joke."

His eyes dropped to his chest as he whispered. "Could've fooled me."

"Greg…" Sara growled pulling him back into her arms, a soft smile on her lips. "You're annoying and can be immature…" He rolled his eyes trying to roll away again but her tightened grip stopped him. "…but your also incredibly smart, funny…and attractive." Greg shot her a disbelieving look, his eyes turning away again. "You don't have to believe me, but you are…and we all care about you." He released a long-winded sigh burying his head between the crook of her neck. "Losing one is hard enough, losing multiple can make you feel a bit nutty but were all here to help you Greg…Greg?" When he didn't respond she turned to him, surprised to find his eyes closed, his breaths even. Pressing a kiss to his forehead she settled hers against his, her eyes closing.

She was nearly asleep when she heard him whisper. "Thank you." Her eyes shooting open as his warm lips encompassed hers softly. The light kiss lasted long enough for her to get a taste of him before he pulled back sighing and burying his face back into the side of her neck, easily falling back asleep.

Even as he finally settled into a deep slumber, Sara's eyes remained open, her mind racing. He kissed her. Greg Sanders kissed her, and she liked it. But she had Hank, the distraction Grissom prompted her to get, in large part, she knew, to get over her infatuation of him, and right now he was the last person on her mind.

Hank Pettigrew was great. He was nice, attractive and an EMT. Though they hadn't seen much of each other lately, their work schedules were almost completely opposite and when they were both available there were still days, they hadn't seen each other.

At that thought Greg squeezed her closer in her sleep, his nose pressing deeper into her neck making her shudder, her nerve endings heating up from the simple move.

Sara for the life of couldn't figure out where these feelings and emotions were coming from, nor should she be feeling them. Greg just lost his family, all of his family. He needed her ear and her shoulder, nothing more.

Shaking her head Sara ran a hand through his hair before pressing her chin to his forehead, relaxing under his comfortable hold.

It was a few hours later Sara woke from her relaxed sleep slightly shocked to find herself fully in Greg's embrace, her arm thrown over him and her leg between his. The weird thing was that it wasn't weird at all. Sighing in content, she snuggled closer to his warm hold smiling as he tightened his grip in his sleep.

Four hours later Greg stirred, stunned to find Sara completely wrapped in his arms. Shaking his head, he ran a hand the length of her arm, whispering. "Sara, wake up."

In her sleep Sara tightened her grip pressing her nose into his neck.

Sighing at the intimate move Greg pulled back away from the embrace, knowing she was dating someone, he put as much distance as he could shaking her shoulder. "Sara."

"Hmm…" She mumbled lifting her head, her eyes slightly wide at their close proximity. "Hi…sorry." She stuttered tiredly, pulling back from him all the way.

"I should be saying that to you I was all over you last night."

"You've also been through a lot." Sara dismissed, placing a hand on his thigh, a smile on her lips.

Greg sighed, eyeing her hand. "I should call Doc and find out what's happening…with their bodies."

"Oh…umm Nick said he'd stop by your place to grab some clothes."

"Ok." He cleared his throat, moving off the bed, letting her hand drop to the comforter. Pulling out his phone he motioned toward the living room. "I'm gonna…"

"Go…I'll see if I can find us something to eat."

"Thanks." He said politely walking to the other room.

Nearly a half hour later Greg growled. "Shit."

"What's wrong?" Sara asked, seeing his distraught look as she stepped closer to him.

Greg rubbed irritably at the bridge of his nose. "I have to go to California."

"What? Why?"

Letting out a rough growl, he turned against the kitchen counter, his head in hands. "I don't know what or how they all need to be buried…or where. And their houses…oh god I have to go through them…and sell them."

"Hey…hey…relax." Sara sighed grabbing onto his shoulders to calm down his sudden hysterics. "We'll figure it out."

"We?"

"Yes, we Greg. You need help and that's what I'm here for."

"This is so fucked up." He huffed, slamming his hand against the counter causing her to jump. "I shouldn't have to deal with this. With all of this."

"I know…" Sara offered him a small smile, her hand on his forearm. "And I'm sorry, you shouldn't have to deal with…especially alone." Cupping his chin, she brought his eyes to hers. "So, I'm going to get some stuff together and then we'll go to your place and do the same. We'll be in California by tomorrow."

Greg nodded, still feeling slightly skeptical. "Are you sure?"

"Positive, Grissom will have no problem and you know Doc Robbins will keep your family till your ready."

It took nearly a minute before Greg nodded, a very slight smile on his lips. "Ok…thank you."

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