You Think You Know 4/?

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)


The following day:

She almost felt like a stalker, her car sitting perched a few houses down from where Greg, her eyes staring almost unblinkingly at the door waiting for some movement.

She didn't have to wait long before the bright blue door to 2427 E. Millard Ave opened, revealing a slightly skittish Greg, his eyes darting from one side of the neighborhood to the other as he moved to his silver four door Toyota Camry. Opening the driver's side door, he jumped into the car with haste, regretting it almost immediately as his back burned from rubbing up against the cars seat.

She was broken from her reverie as his car cleared the drive, the silver vehicle heading in the direction hers sat. For a split second as he passed she almost thought he caught a glimpse of her sitting there.


Greg's heart nearly shattered to pieces seeing the brunette stare at him from her vehicle, as he pulled away from home. Was this good? Bad? Did she know of the scars that littered his body? Had Melanie seen her? Would he receive more lashings if she had?

Questions continued to riddle his brain as he drove into work.

Pulling into the crime lab, he almost had a heart attack seeing Sara's car sitting in its usual space. Somehow she had beaten him here. Shaking off his fear, he quickly made it to the locker room. Changing his clothes in record time, he quickly made it into his lab.

He didn't dare try going into the break room, fearing that Sara would be there and try to confront him with whatever she might've seen.

Shaking his head he turned back to his table, pulling on a pair of gloves, he focused on the evidence bags in front of him.


Having not seen Greg for his usual coffee break before shift, Sara became worried, she had seen him depart from his home earlier that day. If he didn't make it to work, where could he have gone? She didn't want to think of all the negatives that came with that question.

Passing the DNA lab she was surprised to see him already hard at work. Stepping into the room she cleared her throat. "Hey Greg, can I talk you for a minute?"

"No I'm busy." He growled, in a monotone voice, his eyes not moving from his work.

"I don't care if your busy." Sara hissed back, stepping further into the room. "This is important."

"Look Sara…" He started, tossing a bag of evidence his hot plate before turning to her. "…I don't care what it is you think you saw or what might be in your head but forget about it." Seeing her mouth opening he shook his head. "Better yet let's forget about this all…you know go back to that ignorance thing you mentioned a while ago." Seeing her stunned look, he snickered lightly. "Now get the fuck out of my lab, some of us have work that needs to be done."

Still stunned Sara stood there for a minute before turning to start walking. "Fine then if you won't talk to me then you can talk to Grissom…or better yet Ecklie."

Hearing both those names come from her lips struck complete fear in him as he turned back to her. He couldn't lose this job. His work was the only solis from the pain and torture he received at home. "Sara wait."

Seeing the brunette turn to him he almost cried out in relief, til he saw her eyes go wide and scream his name. Then everything went black.


To say Sara was surprised by Greg's outburst would be an understatement. She had never seen him so worked up over something she thought to be so minor. Shaking her head, she huffed. "Fine, if you won't talk to me then you can talk to Grissom, or better yet Ecklie."

Letting out a huff, she turned on her heels. Walking out the door she was bound for her bosses, determined to find out what was wrong with her spiky haired colleague.

Before she could get too far, she heard her name being called. "Sara wait." Making her turn to him.

Just as she turned her eyes went wide seeing the ball of fire bursting out from behind him. "Greg!" She called, before turning and dropping to the floor. The heat from the fire ball rolling across her back. She could hear a scream over the sound of the flame before everything went silent .

Or atleast she thought it was silent until she lifted her head, the fire alarm sirens blaring loudly around her. Shaking off some of the shock and debris, Sara turned , her eyes going wide seeing the unconscious figure of her coworker lying face down on the DNA labs floor.

It was horrifying to say the least. Greg's body lay mangled on the floor, his lab coat torn to shreds, its normal sterile white fabric turning a deep crimson from the blood seeping the shrapnel wounds that covered the whole of his back. "OMG! Someone call an ambulance!"

Read and review…. Sorry this took so long. So much happened. Updates should be quicker though