gregsandersfan
Pathologist
Wow, it took me long to update this. 
But I graduated in between.
Chapter 6
When he had called Catherine and told her that he had found Sara, Greg had promised her that he would come back to the lab as soon as possible. Catherine had been relieved that he had found Sara, but when he assured her that he would come to the lab, he had tried to ignore her heated “About time.”, imagining uneasily what was awaiting him there.
He left Sara only reluctantly, making his way back to his car. If things went well, he would be at her side again in only a couple of hours. Greg knew too well that the brunette would show her impatient side in a situation like this. She was comparatively fine and had nothing to do, which was a bad combination, at least in Sara’s view, as Greg held the opinion that there was nothing wrong with a little relaxing. Nevertheless he guessed that he could at least bring her something to read later on, even though Sara would probably make sure that she would be out of the hospital by the same time tomorrow. As far as her doctor had informed Greg, that would be unproblematic, if no complications occurred.
Greg needed more time than he had expected to drive to the lab, and after he had finally arrived there, he made his way into the building, and saw that Catherine was already waiting for him by the reception desk, noticeably impatient and irritated.
While he had usually nothing against her, as he had enjoyed working with her, before she had transferred from the crime lab to the police department, Greg was not pleased this time to see Sofia standing near Catherine, apparently waiting for him as well. Greg swallowed, realizing uneasily that he would now have to bear the consequences of running off earlier.
He stopped next to Catherine. “Hey,” he tried to sound lightheartedly, realizing immediately though that that had been a mistake, as Catherine’s frown deepened, obviously thinking that he did not care about what had happened.
“I’m sorry,” he added therefore quickly, “I’m sorry for leaving so hastily earlier-,”
“This is how you call it?” the blonde woman interrupted him heatedly. “You lied to us, ran off without telling anybody, although you knew very well that you had to answer some questions for us.”
Catherine started to walk down the hallway of the lab, Greg following her, although he felt more like running away into the other direction. That was probably not even a choice though, as he could see how Sofia followed them. She had not said anything so far, had only watched sternly.
“I had to search for Sara,” Greg tried to explain Catherine his reasons. His co-worker did not answer at first but kept marching through the lab, finally stopping outside of the interrogation room.
“Well, Greg, you can explain everything to us then,” she said turning to him and Greg was not sure if he hoped that he had only imagined the smile that had accompanied Catherine’s words for a second. She opened the door to the room and stepped to the side, motioning Greg to go inside.
“Would you please sit down and wait for us?” she did not exactly ask, but more order him. Greg nodded, swallowing again, walking slowly inside. Catherine and Sofia watched through the window how Greg seated himself at the table inside nervously. He looked around uneasily, seeing nobody of course.
Sofia did not even turn to Catherine, when she asked the CSI, “Is that not a little mean?”
Catherine lifted her eyebrows. “It is, but he deserves it. I can’t believe he lied to me and ran off.” She added more quietly, more to herself than Sofia, “And I can’t believe I let him get away with it.”
They watched Greg for a few more minutes. He was now busy studying his shoelaces, teetering nervously.
“So what are you going to do now?” Sofia asked Catherine finally. The blonde turned away from the window now.
“I’ll head over to Wendy and see if she has the results that will break the case once and for all.” Sofia nodded only briefly and Catherine walked off.
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Catherine and Sofia finally seated themselves opposite of Greg who was still visibly nervous.
“I can explain everything,” he ensured them. Catherine smiled only, which made Greg only more nervous, and laid a picture in front of him.
“Do you know this woman?” she asked, leaning back in her chair.
“Yeah,” Greg answered slowly, nodding. “I can explain how my DNA got on her,” he added quickly. “She kissed me. And I couldn’t do anything.”
Catherine looked at Sofia with lifted eyebrows.
“You have to believe me,” Greg pleaded.
Catherine pocketed the picture again.
“How comes you ran off earlier?” she wanted to know.
Greg rubbed his forehead, unbelieving. Catherine knew very well why. “I was searching for Sara. You know that.” Shaking his head, he added, “I called you even.”
Catherine looked at him penetratingly, before she stood up, motioning for Sofia to do the same and Greg was more and more wondering what they were up to, what they were doing.
“How long do I have to stay here? I’d like to go back to Sara at the hospital,” he protested, standing up as well.
“You stay here,” Catherine said decidedly, letting Sofia go out as first, before leaving herself and closing the door behind her. To her surprise she found Sara waiting outside next to Grissom. When Sara saw them coming, she turned to Catherine.
“You’re messing with him,” Sara stated the obvious.
“Yeah,” the blonde woman admitted.
“That’s my task,” Sara commented grinning.
“Poor Greg,” Sofia said and waved her goodbye, walking down the hallway then.
“So if I understood Grissom right, you have the guy already?” Sara tried to clarify.
Catherine nodded. “Yeah. The woman was released from hospital today, and she came over to tell us that she remembered that it was her ex-boyfriend. That was confirmed then when Wendy compared it with the second DNA we found on the vic.”
“Second DNA?”
“That’s what Wendy tried to tell you, but you didn’t exactly give her the chance,” Catherine pointed out. Sara chose not to answer on that and Catherine decided to leave it there as well.
Sara turned back to look through the window of the interrogation room again and watched Greg for a moment.
“Can we release him now?” she asked, sounding even a little harsh.
Grissom glanced at Catherine. “He lied to two of his supervisors,” he stressed.
“To search for me,” Sara argued, wondering if their boss actually intended to get Greg for that.
“So I’m putting him on leave until next week,” Grissom continued, ignoring Sara’s objection.
“What?” It would have surprised Catherine, if not even Greg had heard Sara’s exclamation in the next room.
“On paid leave that is,” Grissom clarified. “And you as well. You’ve just been in an accident. You need to get your rest.”
When Sara wanted to start with another protest, he added, “Grab Greg and get out of here. I don’t want to see you here until next week.”
Sara did not say anything further but went to open the door to the interrogation room and walked inside. Greg looked up to her when she was approaching him, surprise showing in his expression.
“What are you doing here?”
Sara grabbed him by the arm and pulled him up. “Let’s get out of here,” she said curtly. They walked towards the exit, Greg more or less drawn by Sara.
“What’s up?” he wanted to know, when they were leaving the room, stepping into the hallway outside. Grissom and Catherine were still there, waiting for them.
“Get your vacation,” the blonde woman said simply, and Sara was already pulling Greg along the corridor. He shrugged and put an effort into keeping up with her.
“What happened?” he asked again.
“I’ll explain it later,” Sara replied briefly, and Greg knew that he would have to wait for his answers.
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Greg zipped up the zipper of the entrance of the tent, making sure that none of the blowing rain would get in. Then he turned around troublesomely, trying to avoid scraping with his head at the upper side of the tent, then lying down on his stomach next to Sara.
“It’s clear that it has to rain the very day we go camping,” he complained. Sara brushed with her hand through his hair, patting him then softly.
“We’ll be here the whole week, there’s still time for sunshine,” she told him. “And isn’t it nice to just be here together and listen to the rain?”
Greg chuckled and rolled carefully on top of her. “I wouldn’t have taken you for a romantic.” He leaned down to kiss her and it was after he pulled back that Sara replied.
“I am not,” she contradicted. “But it’s just… nice.”
The rain was hitting hard against their tent, but did not get into the inside. And as the night was dawning, Greg and Sara snuggled up in Greg’s very own sleeping bag.
The End
But I graduated in between. Chapter 6
When he had called Catherine and told her that he had found Sara, Greg had promised her that he would come back to the lab as soon as possible. Catherine had been relieved that he had found Sara, but when he assured her that he would come to the lab, he had tried to ignore her heated “About time.”, imagining uneasily what was awaiting him there.
He left Sara only reluctantly, making his way back to his car. If things went well, he would be at her side again in only a couple of hours. Greg knew too well that the brunette would show her impatient side in a situation like this. She was comparatively fine and had nothing to do, which was a bad combination, at least in Sara’s view, as Greg held the opinion that there was nothing wrong with a little relaxing. Nevertheless he guessed that he could at least bring her something to read later on, even though Sara would probably make sure that she would be out of the hospital by the same time tomorrow. As far as her doctor had informed Greg, that would be unproblematic, if no complications occurred.
Greg needed more time than he had expected to drive to the lab, and after he had finally arrived there, he made his way into the building, and saw that Catherine was already waiting for him by the reception desk, noticeably impatient and irritated.
While he had usually nothing against her, as he had enjoyed working with her, before she had transferred from the crime lab to the police department, Greg was not pleased this time to see Sofia standing near Catherine, apparently waiting for him as well. Greg swallowed, realizing uneasily that he would now have to bear the consequences of running off earlier.
He stopped next to Catherine. “Hey,” he tried to sound lightheartedly, realizing immediately though that that had been a mistake, as Catherine’s frown deepened, obviously thinking that he did not care about what had happened.
“I’m sorry,” he added therefore quickly, “I’m sorry for leaving so hastily earlier-,”
“This is how you call it?” the blonde woman interrupted him heatedly. “You lied to us, ran off without telling anybody, although you knew very well that you had to answer some questions for us.”
Catherine started to walk down the hallway of the lab, Greg following her, although he felt more like running away into the other direction. That was probably not even a choice though, as he could see how Sofia followed them. She had not said anything so far, had only watched sternly.
“I had to search for Sara,” Greg tried to explain Catherine his reasons. His co-worker did not answer at first but kept marching through the lab, finally stopping outside of the interrogation room.
“Well, Greg, you can explain everything to us then,” she said turning to him and Greg was not sure if he hoped that he had only imagined the smile that had accompanied Catherine’s words for a second. She opened the door to the room and stepped to the side, motioning Greg to go inside.
“Would you please sit down and wait for us?” she did not exactly ask, but more order him. Greg nodded, swallowing again, walking slowly inside. Catherine and Sofia watched through the window how Greg seated himself at the table inside nervously. He looked around uneasily, seeing nobody of course.
Sofia did not even turn to Catherine, when she asked the CSI, “Is that not a little mean?”
Catherine lifted her eyebrows. “It is, but he deserves it. I can’t believe he lied to me and ran off.” She added more quietly, more to herself than Sofia, “And I can’t believe I let him get away with it.”
They watched Greg for a few more minutes. He was now busy studying his shoelaces, teetering nervously.
“So what are you going to do now?” Sofia asked Catherine finally. The blonde turned away from the window now.
“I’ll head over to Wendy and see if she has the results that will break the case once and for all.” Sofia nodded only briefly and Catherine walked off.
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Catherine and Sofia finally seated themselves opposite of Greg who was still visibly nervous.
“I can explain everything,” he ensured them. Catherine smiled only, which made Greg only more nervous, and laid a picture in front of him.
“Do you know this woman?” she asked, leaning back in her chair.
“Yeah,” Greg answered slowly, nodding. “I can explain how my DNA got on her,” he added quickly. “She kissed me. And I couldn’t do anything.”
Catherine looked at Sofia with lifted eyebrows.
“You have to believe me,” Greg pleaded.
Catherine pocketed the picture again.
“How comes you ran off earlier?” she wanted to know.
Greg rubbed his forehead, unbelieving. Catherine knew very well why. “I was searching for Sara. You know that.” Shaking his head, he added, “I called you even.”
Catherine looked at him penetratingly, before she stood up, motioning for Sofia to do the same and Greg was more and more wondering what they were up to, what they were doing.
“How long do I have to stay here? I’d like to go back to Sara at the hospital,” he protested, standing up as well.
“You stay here,” Catherine said decidedly, letting Sofia go out as first, before leaving herself and closing the door behind her. To her surprise she found Sara waiting outside next to Grissom. When Sara saw them coming, she turned to Catherine.
“You’re messing with him,” Sara stated the obvious.
“Yeah,” the blonde woman admitted.
“That’s my task,” Sara commented grinning.
“Poor Greg,” Sofia said and waved her goodbye, walking down the hallway then.
“So if I understood Grissom right, you have the guy already?” Sara tried to clarify.
Catherine nodded. “Yeah. The woman was released from hospital today, and she came over to tell us that she remembered that it was her ex-boyfriend. That was confirmed then when Wendy compared it with the second DNA we found on the vic.”
“Second DNA?”
“That’s what Wendy tried to tell you, but you didn’t exactly give her the chance,” Catherine pointed out. Sara chose not to answer on that and Catherine decided to leave it there as well.
Sara turned back to look through the window of the interrogation room again and watched Greg for a moment.
“Can we release him now?” she asked, sounding even a little harsh.
Grissom glanced at Catherine. “He lied to two of his supervisors,” he stressed.
“To search for me,” Sara argued, wondering if their boss actually intended to get Greg for that.
“So I’m putting him on leave until next week,” Grissom continued, ignoring Sara’s objection.
“What?” It would have surprised Catherine, if not even Greg had heard Sara’s exclamation in the next room.
“On paid leave that is,” Grissom clarified. “And you as well. You’ve just been in an accident. You need to get your rest.”
When Sara wanted to start with another protest, he added, “Grab Greg and get out of here. I don’t want to see you here until next week.”
Sara did not say anything further but went to open the door to the interrogation room and walked inside. Greg looked up to her when she was approaching him, surprise showing in his expression.
“What are you doing here?”
Sara grabbed him by the arm and pulled him up. “Let’s get out of here,” she said curtly. They walked towards the exit, Greg more or less drawn by Sara.
“What’s up?” he wanted to know, when they were leaving the room, stepping into the hallway outside. Grissom and Catherine were still there, waiting for them.
“Get your vacation,” the blonde woman said simply, and Sara was already pulling Greg along the corridor. He shrugged and put an effort into keeping up with her.
“What happened?” he asked again.
“I’ll explain it later,” Sara replied briefly, and Greg knew that he would have to wait for his answers.
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Greg zipped up the zipper of the entrance of the tent, making sure that none of the blowing rain would get in. Then he turned around troublesomely, trying to avoid scraping with his head at the upper side of the tent, then lying down on his stomach next to Sara.
“It’s clear that it has to rain the very day we go camping,” he complained. Sara brushed with her hand through his hair, patting him then softly.
“We’ll be here the whole week, there’s still time for sunshine,” she told him. “And isn’t it nice to just be here together and listen to the rain?”
Greg chuckled and rolled carefully on top of her. “I wouldn’t have taken you for a romantic.” He leaned down to kiss her and it was after he pulled back that Sara replied.
“I am not,” she contradicted. “But it’s just… nice.”
The rain was hitting hard against their tent, but did not get into the inside. And as the night was dawning, Greg and Sara snuggled up in Greg’s very own sleeping bag.
The End
