SO SO SO SO SORRY. I am so totally sorry, with the holidays and me on the search of the man of my dreams and work, its been hard to write but I hope this is well worth the wait and I hope to write some more soon, so keep a look out.
You Think You Know 2/?
Disclaimer: I only own Greg's girlfriend, Melanie
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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"Why does Ecklie like to do this between shift meeting? I mean its not like we don't hear this from stuff from Griss, anyway." Nick whined, sliding into his chair in the conference room.
"Its because he likes to torture us." Warrick remarked, causing a few others in the room to chuckle.
"No…" Catherine contradicted, in her motherly tone. "…its because you don't listen the first time."
"Whatever." They both dismissed, turning to talk to one another.
The strawberry blonde shook her head as Sara walked up to the table.
"Hey guys, what's going on?"
"Oh just two little boys acting like stubborn little brats."
"Hey!" Both boys screamed, causing everyone in the room to turn to them.
Turning his embarrassed gaze, Nick stuttered. "Sorry."
Before anyone could comment, Conrad Ecklie stepped into the room, announcing. "Alright, alright people, lets get this over with. We have all our cases taken care of except for one." Turning to the strawberry blonde, he raised a brow. "Catherine, I talked Gil, he would like you to take this case. "
Putting on a fake smile, Catherine begrudgingly sighed. "Alright Conrad."
"Okay, now that that is done, Johnson I need you to take a double. Sanders decided to call in sick."
"Greg called in sick?" Nick asked, his eyebrow raised in confusion.
"Yes. Now get to work and I'll see you all tomorrow." The supervisor sniped, before walking from the room.
"What's with the puzzled look Nicky?" Sara asked her friend, seeing the confused look in his eye, his hand scratching at the top of his head.
"Its just…I talked to him earlier…he sounded fine."
"Maybe it's a 24 hour bug." Warrick offered, shrugging his shoulders.
"Maybe but whatever it is, its his problem. Now if we don't get going Grissom will be the one yelling at you next."
"Okay." Nick sighed, standing up and following the other two from the room. The only one left in the room was Sara, as she sat at the table, her mind wandering to the conversation from the day before. '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 off soon…and that meant…another punishment. "No."
Biting her lip, worry evident in her body language, Sara stood. "Maybe I should check to see if he's alright."
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"I'm heading out." Greg stuttered nervously, pointing to the door.
"Okay baby." Melanie Ceff replied, lazily flipping through a magazine. Just as his hand reached the door, she barked. "Wait!"
Turning from the door, his whole body stiffened. "Yeah."
"You don't really have to work…." She whispered, coming up next to him, her hand pushing the slightly opened door closed. "…do you?"
Taking in a shaky breath, tears brimmed his eyes as he whimpered. "No."
"That's what I thought." She growled, pushing him roughly into the door. "What did I tell you about lying to me?" Hearing silence on his end, she hissed. "Answer me!"
"That if I did you would break out the belt."
"That's right." Pulling him roughly away from the door and throwing him on the couch. Moving to the closet she pulled out a long thin leather belt. "You know, Greg, honey, if you learned that its not good to lie to me then you wouldn't have to worry about this." She grinned, snapping the belt together a few times, making him shake in fear. "But no, you just have to be the bad boy. And you know what bad boys get?"
"Punished." Greg whispered, his eyes closing tight preparing for the first blow.
"That's right baby." Melanie grinned menacingly, rubbing a gentle hand across his chest before pulling back the other arm. Letting it go, the young man received the first lashing, causing him to scream in pain. "Punished."
TBC….R&R, if you want more….
