You Think You Know 5/?

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. (Summary may change)


Sara sat in the corner of the waiting room, her gaze drifting off as her mind played the scene over and over again in her head.

The explosion. Greg's body lifeless on the floor. She really thought he had died. The sirens. The deafening sound which gave her a headache even now. And finally the ambulance.

Somehow the whole team found out in record time. She could guess Hodges was to thank for that. And that's where they all sat waiting news on their friend.

"So I heard you and Greg had a fight." Nick stuttered as he sat down next to her, from his anxious pace.

"It wasn't a fight, I was trying to find out why he was acting the way he was when he left his place this morning."

"Why were you at his house Sara?" Grissom asked, a confused look etched across his features, as he set the book, he had been reading, down.

Watching all her coworkers gaze turn toward her, she sighed, looking down. "I was investigating."

"Investigating what?" Catherine asked, as confusion spread across the investigators faces.

Before Sara could respond however, a doctor by the name of Anthony Piers stepped into the room. "Family of Greg Sanders?"

"Were his coworkers, no ones been able to get a hold of his family." Grissom responded, standing up with the rest of his coworkers. "How is he?"

"I might need to sit down mister…?"

Shaking off his uncertainty, he stumbled. "Uhh Grissom. Gil Grissom."

"Okay Mr. Grissom…has Mr. Sanders been acting weird lately? Not feeling good?"

"No not that I've seen."

"He's been alittle skittish." Sara interrupted, before turning away.

Smiling in appreciation, Dr. Piers turned back to the rest of the group. "Anything else? Anything out of the ordinary?"

"I don't mean to be rude…" Nick intervened, this time, stepping closer to the young doctor. "…but what's with all the questions doc? I just wanna know if my friends okay."

"Well…" He started, seeing a name on the vest the older man wore, he finished. "Mr. Stokes, as well as the second and third degree burns and shrapnel wounds your friend endured in the explosion. We found other, more severe wounds that were trying to determine how he received them."

"What kind of wounds are we looking at doc?" Warrick asked, as shock slowly wore off the group.

"Heavily bruising across most of his body, deep lacerations over much of his back and chest. And burn marks not related to the explosion covering much of his chest."

"How old are they?" Grissom swallowed the lump that sat in his throat at the doctors words, his eyes wide.

"Quite a few are recent, within the last few days but I would say the older ones go as far back as a few months, maybe longer."

"Whoa." Pure shock glazed the strawberry blondes eyes as she shook her head. "How could we have missed this?"

"I knew it." Sara said out of nowhere, causing the group to turn to her, her head shaking in disgust. "I told you Nick. I knew something was going on in that house."

"What are you talking about Sara?" Grissom questioned, his eyebrows raising inquisitively.

Sighing the brunette bit her lip, her eyes turning downward. "That day Greg called in sick, I stopped by his house to see if he was okay. He'd been acting weird a few days before that. But anyway I got there rang the doorbell and his girlfriend answered the door, said he was 'indisposed." She used air quotes, mimicking what the dreadful woman said. "When she said that I heard Greg moan behind her. I thought maybe he was hurt or something but when I told Nick later that shift he said I was overreacting."

"He could of moaned from being sick." Nick interjected, a solemn look on his face.

"Well obviously he wasn't." The brunette snapped, before turning to Dr. Piers. "When can I see him?"

"Well we have him under very heavy sedation but I don't see why you all can't see him. Just keep in mind he's been through a lot so don't bombard him, he needs his rest."

"We know doctor."


The sight was horrifying to say the least. Greg lay on his side, a blanket covering his lower half, while his chest lay partially bared. Thin white gauze covered the worst of the damage but still showed the bruising and lacerations the doctor mentioned. His face looked pale and ashen, almost like he hadn't slept in months.

Biting her lip Sara tried to hold her tears back but was quickly losing that battle. "Oh my god."

"Alright people we should get back to work." Grissom said a few minutes later. "You can visit later."

"I'm not leaving."

"Sara…" Catherine started but was quickly cut off as the brunette shook her head, taking a seat next to the lab rats bed.

"No I'm gonna be here till he wakes up. You can tell Ecklie he can take it out of my vacation days."

Sighing in frustration, Grissom shook his head. "Fine but keep us informed if his condition changes." Shaking his head once more, he followed his team, leaving the brunette alone with the battered lab tech.

"Aww Greg." She stuttered, reaching for his hand, being careful of the I.V. that was stuck in it.

"No, don't." Greg whimpered in his sleep, moving uneasily on the hospital bed. "Stop please."

"Shh shh its ok." Sara whispered, coming closer to him. Running a gentle hand through his matted curls, she pressed a kiss to the top of his head, her hand squeezing his comfortingly. "You're okay, I'm not gonna leave you."

R&R…sorry about how long this took so long ive been dealing with a lot of bull.