Who Are You? 2/?
Rating: Possible R
Disclaimer: I only own what CSI and Jerry Bruckheimer doesnt.
Summary: Greg's been keeping a secret. No one knows what it is. (May change) (Based just after Organ Grinder)
The following night:
"Alright folks, only one case tonight. Floater out at Lake Mead, Catherine take Nick with you. And gang don't expect quick results in DNA, Greg was a no call, no show. So Ecklie called in a temp... go easy on her," Grissom added, his gaze heavy on his senior CSI's. "I'll be in my office if anyone needs me."
Watching her supervisor walk out the room Sara shook her head. "That's weird."
"What is?" Warrick asked, placing the papers that he was reading from his case down on the table.
"I saw him the other day... he was alright then."
"Before or after your little make out in the computer room?" Nick questioned snidely, gathering his things, his strawberry blonde partner waiting at the door for him.
Blushing a deep crimson, the brunette stuttered, "It was not a make out... he helped me with a case... I gave a peck."
"You certainly have an interesting definition of peck Sidle." The Texan snickered, following his giggling superior out of the room.
"So you sucked face with a tech... " Warrick chuckled, flipping over a sheet of paper, information on his latest case. "We've all done it. Why is this any different?"
"Well we actually went out on a date... but he was telling me he was about to put money down for a house."
Shaking his head at her words, Warrick took a swig of his soda. "You're probably just overreacting."
"Warrick you can not tell me, as an investigator, that that doesn't sound fishy to you?"
Letting out a sigh, the african american shook his head once more. "Yes, it does sound off... but you know how Greg can be... give it a few days."
"Yeah." Biting her lip, she nodded, her eyes dropping to the work before her. "Yeah."
The next shift:
This was eating at her more than it should. Day 3 and still no word from Greg, it was almost as if he vanished off the face of the earth and it seemed like she was the only one that cared. Biting her lip Sara stepped up to Grissom's office. "Hey Griss, can I talk to you for a minute?"
Rifling through the papers and folders on his desk, the supervisor nodded. "Of course, Sara." Eyeing the manila envelope at the corner of his desk he raised an investigative eye, reaching for it.
Clearing her throat at the rustling of the paper, she stuttered. "I think we should file a missing persons report... on Greg."
"Uhh..." Grissom started, his eyes dancing across the paper that was nestled inside the envelope, shock etching his features as he read through the short paragraph. "We may not have to... he resigned."
"What?" The CSI balked, snatching the thin sheet out of her superiors hands, looking at it with her own eyes. "This makes no sense."
"People leaving happens, Sara... Greg probably got tired of it here and found something better."
"But it doesn't feel right." Gnawing at her lip nervously, she sighed, the ghost feeling of the man in question's lips pressing lightly into hers, his smiles and laughter playing like a movie in her mind. "No there's something up... he wouldn't leave like that... not after..." She stopped short, not wanting to divulge to her supervisor her personal life.
R&R... So sorry this took so long. This story has always held a place in my heart but my brain has been like a mouse looking for the cheese in my butt. Possibly TMI I know but that's the only way I can explain it.