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Pathologist
Okay, so this is the follow-up to "The Savior of the Broken." I only own Mia, who has grown quite a bit since the ending of the first story, as you will see... Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this story. 
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Prologue: Waking Up From Hell Only to Go to Hell
He stared at her body, spread out across the floor, chemically restrained from the barbituate he had injected her with previously. She struggled mentally, trying to get her body to respond to her fight or flight mechanisms. Still no reaction. He readied himself, and she whimpered, too afraid to scream for the repercussions it would have on those around her. Particularly Greg, whom he had threatened explicitly and she was falling in love with. She privately hoped she’d be able to get out of here to tell him that. And that man, his body pressed over her, and she shook. His mouth opened, and uttered only one word. “Mia.” The voice wasn’t his, but she couldn’t put her finger on who it belonged to. It rang out again. “Mia.” Her body continued to shake as the voice beckoned her. “Mia…”
*~*~*~*
“Mia,” Greg called, shaking her gently. Finally, her whole body jumped, causing her to wake up. She panted wildly, struggling to catch her breath as she batted the nightmare out of her brain.
“Oh, God,” she said softly. Greg frowned slightly.
“Hodges again?” She nodded, still trembling. He put his hand on her shoulder gently, squeezing it tenderly.
“I swear, he was going to rape me.” He nodded.
“It was only a dream.” She sighed, her breath finally stable, before shaking her head.
“Felt real to me.” Truth be told, even now that she was awake, she could still feel his eyes watching her, his breath on her neck, and the heaviness the drug caused.
“You’re safe now,” Greg told her warmly. She looked up at him, shaking her head.
“Not from my own damned mind,” she replied bitterly. He sighed. He knew she wasn’t really angry with him, just her situation. Everything with Hodges had gone down six months ago, and yet, her nightmares were worsening. She had asked Greg to stay with her, to wake her up when they got bad. Consequently, anything close to a relationship that they were having was constantly strained because he was seeing her in a vulnerable state most of the time, and she was taking it out on him. She sighed softly, looking over at him. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I don’t mean to snap at you.”
“I know,” he replied soothingly. She nodded, knowing she didn’t need to explain further. In the six months since the incident, he had been around moments like these enough to know how to act and where her emotions and reactions come from.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” She sighed, and he hugged her gently. She rested her head against his shoulder, surprising him slightly. She hadn’t done that yet. She burrowed against him, and he understood why she was so cuddly as he felt the hot drops of moisture soak into his chest. He stroked her back softly and soothingly, saying nothing as she cried. She didn’t need to hear his words, hear him say that everything would be okay. She would fight him on it because she knew better anyway. She stopped crying, and just stayed tight against him, breathing in his scent. She felt him kiss her on the top of the head, and smiled slightly to herself.
“Do we have to go to work?” she whispered. He laughed.
“Unfortunately, yes,” he replied. “‘Rick and Cath are still on vacation, remember?”
“Oh, right.” Warrick had left Tina five months ago, and he and Catherine had started dating shortly after. The team was now officially split- Catherine supervised Greg and Nick, and Grissom supervised Warrick and Mia. However, the two teams still worked together, only Warrick and Catherine couldn’t work a case together, nor could Greg and Mia. She sighed softly, kissing him on the cheek as she pulled away from him.
“You okay?” he asked softly. It was a phrase he couldn’t stop himself from saying. He flinched slightly, expecting her to lash out like she always did when he asked her that. Instead, she stood and ran her fingers gently through his hair.
“I will be,” she told him honestly. He nodded, and she cocked her head to the side with a smirk. “But if you ever ask me that again…”
“I know, I know.” She smiled, and he stood up, following her out of the room and starting breakfast.
*~*~*~*
She kept her back straight, her head tall in arrogance, walking slowly but surely down the halls of the LVPD Crime Lab. He walked behind her a few steps behind her, not in fear or necessity or anything, but simply because he loved to watch her walk. She had this air of confidence around her, no matter what she was really feeling. He, however, from studying her movements intently, had gotten good at seeing through all of that.
Today, despite her walk, Mia was feeling vulnerable, open and exposed. Greg frowned as he followed her, wondering what exactly was going on in her mind. That area was still uncharted territory, despite how much she had let him in already. She was still wildly unpredictable, something that worried him. He was afraid she would revert to her suicidal ways after six months of therapy and love.
“Why do you always walk behind me?” she asked. He picked up his head to realize that she had stopped. Her normal cocky stance was weakened, and he smiled, hoping it would make her feel better.
“I like to watch you walk,” he replied simply. She arched her eyebrows in amusement and curiosity. “You’re beautiful.” She smiled slightly.
“Thanks, I guess.” She took his hand gently, and he nodded. She needed the strength today more than yesterday. He didn’t question why, just understood that was the case. He squeezed her hand softly before walking into the break room with her. Nick stood at the coffee maker, and didn’t react to the two new guests. Mia grinned evilly as she dropped Greg’s hand. “Hey, Moby Dick,” she snapped. Nick groaned.
“Hey Mia,” he said softly, taking the mug he had poured and sitting at the table with it. “Greg.”
“How’s it going?” Greg asked softly. Nick shrugged, nursing his cup of coffee in silent remembrance. Mia and Greg looked at each other before she sat down next to him.
“What’s wrong?” she asked softly. Nick looked up at her before shrugging and looking back down again. “Family problems?” He snapped his head up to her.
“How…” he asked.
“You’re not seeing anyone, and everyone on the team is fine.” He nodded. “What’s wrong with them?”
“She. She’s pregnant.”
“How old is she?”
“Seventeen.”
“Oh, I’m sure that went over well with conservative Mommy and Daddy. What are they gonna do, send her to the fat camp?” Nick shrugged, shaking his head.
“They kicked her out.”
“Your brother and his wife?”
“Sister.”
“The unmarried one?” Nick nodded, then tilted his head to the side.
“Well, technically, Genevieve is divorced.”
“Didn’t she have her first at seventeen?”
“First abortion, maybe.”
“Isn’t having a kid better than killing it?”
“Not to her.”
“So what’s your niece gonna do?”
“I don’t know.”
“What about your parents?” Greg asked.
“She’s afraid of them,” Nick replied.
“Mikayla is?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because my parents were the ones that wanted Genevieve to have an abortion. Young parenthood bothers them.”
“Mikayla’s the adopted one, right?”
“No, that’s Jamie.”
“Oh.”
“Why do you care so much?” Mia asked. “I mean, I know you love your family, but you wouldn’t care this much if she wasn’t yours. You would’ve been, what, 19 when she was born? Which means you were in college.”
“Yeah, so? That doesn’t make her my kid. And, in fact, she’s not mine. She’s Genevieve’s.” Mia shrugged, staring in his eyes before nodding. “I’m telling you the truth.”
“I know.”
“How?”
“The eyes make a good lie detector.” Nick nodded, sighing. “Are you close with her?”
“Fairly.”
“And she’s alone now?”
“Yes.”
“Take her in.” Nick looked at her incredulously.
“Have you lost your mind?”
“No, I’m serious,” Mia said. “Bring her here to Vegas, set her up, help her out. She is your flesh and blood, after all.” He grumbled softly. “We’ll help you as much as we can.” He arched his eyebrows.
“Really?”
“Of course. That’s what family does.” The statement was ironic, coming from her. She, who never knew what family was. She, who never really fit in with everyone and seemed to cause more drama than she was worth. Nick nodded, realizing that Mia had changed quite a bit in six months.
“I’ll talk to her later,” he decided. Mia and Greg nodded in response. Grissom walked in, holding assignment slips.
“Nick, Greg, DB at the Tangiers, Mia, you and I have an apparent carjacking gone wrong,” he said simply. Sara had passed away a long time ago, but he was just as closed off now as he was then. Nodding, they all stood silently, gathering their supplies for the day.
*~*~*~*
“So, what’s up, Griss?” Mia asked, plucking a strand of hair from the carpet of the car. Grissom stood outside the car, camera in hand.
“What do you mean?” he replied, glancing sharply at her. She arched her eyebrows, shaking her head.
“Hey, looks don’t work on me. I meant, how are you doing?”
“Fine.”
“Liar.”
“What?”
“You’re lying. You’ve closed yourself off from the world ever since Sara died. Normally, I wouldn’t care, but my therapist makes me talk, so now it’s your turn.”
“There’s nothing to say.”
“You’re just stubborn.”
“No, I just don’t have anything to say.”
“You would if I was Catherine.” He looked up from the scene to her. Sensing his eyes on her, she looked back. “What? It’s true.” He shrugged. “I know you miss her.” He remained silent, focusing on the scene again and giving her no indication he heard her. “She was your life, your heart, and now she’s gone. And I’m sorry about that. I really am. But Grissom, it’s been almost a year, and you’re still not even talking to your friends. I don’t expect you to talk to me, but at least talk to Nick, Warrick, Catherine, maybe even Greg.”
“You’re never one for talking,” he said finally.
“Yeah, well, you made me go to therapy, so the game’s changed a little,” she told him. He nodded.
“You don’t expect me to talk to you?”
“I’m not one of your friends.”
“That would give me more reason, wouldn’t it?” She shrugged.
“I guess I’m the closest thing to a stranger you can trust. But even then, you’re still not talking to me.”
“Because I have nothing to say.”
“That’s bullshit, and you know it. You just want to remain in your own corner. You know it’s real, but if you talk, you’re gonna hurt when you’re trying to move on. You’ll never forget her, and truly, no one wants you to. But you gotta give a little, let something out before it kills you completely.” Grissom glared at her. “Metaphorically speaking. Relax. You have a soul and a spirit, and her death and you not talking about it is killing that soul and spirit.” Grissom didn’t say anything again, going back to the scene as his phone rang. He shrugged, picking it up and answering it.
“Grissom,” he said into it. “What’s going on, Nick?” Mia looked up at him quickly before finishing processing the backseat. “Okay, stay where you are, we’ll come to you.” More silence before Grissom nodded. “It’s okay, Nick. It’s going to be okay.” They hung up shortly after that, and Mia turned back to Grissom.
“What’s going on?” she asked softly, almost nervously.
“We need to go,” he told her. “Greg’s been kidnapped.”
*~*~*~*
Prologue: Waking Up From Hell Only to Go to Hell
He stared at her body, spread out across the floor, chemically restrained from the barbituate he had injected her with previously. She struggled mentally, trying to get her body to respond to her fight or flight mechanisms. Still no reaction. He readied himself, and she whimpered, too afraid to scream for the repercussions it would have on those around her. Particularly Greg, whom he had threatened explicitly and she was falling in love with. She privately hoped she’d be able to get out of here to tell him that. And that man, his body pressed over her, and she shook. His mouth opened, and uttered only one word. “Mia.” The voice wasn’t his, but she couldn’t put her finger on who it belonged to. It rang out again. “Mia.” Her body continued to shake as the voice beckoned her. “Mia…”
*~*~*~*
“Mia,” Greg called, shaking her gently. Finally, her whole body jumped, causing her to wake up. She panted wildly, struggling to catch her breath as she batted the nightmare out of her brain.
“Oh, God,” she said softly. Greg frowned slightly.
“Hodges again?” She nodded, still trembling. He put his hand on her shoulder gently, squeezing it tenderly.
“I swear, he was going to rape me.” He nodded.
“It was only a dream.” She sighed, her breath finally stable, before shaking her head.
“Felt real to me.” Truth be told, even now that she was awake, she could still feel his eyes watching her, his breath on her neck, and the heaviness the drug caused.
“You’re safe now,” Greg told her warmly. She looked up at him, shaking her head.
“Not from my own damned mind,” she replied bitterly. He sighed. He knew she wasn’t really angry with him, just her situation. Everything with Hodges had gone down six months ago, and yet, her nightmares were worsening. She had asked Greg to stay with her, to wake her up when they got bad. Consequently, anything close to a relationship that they were having was constantly strained because he was seeing her in a vulnerable state most of the time, and she was taking it out on him. She sighed softly, looking over at him. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I don’t mean to snap at you.”
“I know,” he replied soothingly. She nodded, knowing she didn’t need to explain further. In the six months since the incident, he had been around moments like these enough to know how to act and where her emotions and reactions come from.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” She sighed, and he hugged her gently. She rested her head against his shoulder, surprising him slightly. She hadn’t done that yet. She burrowed against him, and he understood why she was so cuddly as he felt the hot drops of moisture soak into his chest. He stroked her back softly and soothingly, saying nothing as she cried. She didn’t need to hear his words, hear him say that everything would be okay. She would fight him on it because she knew better anyway. She stopped crying, and just stayed tight against him, breathing in his scent. She felt him kiss her on the top of the head, and smiled slightly to herself.
“Do we have to go to work?” she whispered. He laughed.
“Unfortunately, yes,” he replied. “‘Rick and Cath are still on vacation, remember?”
“Oh, right.” Warrick had left Tina five months ago, and he and Catherine had started dating shortly after. The team was now officially split- Catherine supervised Greg and Nick, and Grissom supervised Warrick and Mia. However, the two teams still worked together, only Warrick and Catherine couldn’t work a case together, nor could Greg and Mia. She sighed softly, kissing him on the cheek as she pulled away from him.
“You okay?” he asked softly. It was a phrase he couldn’t stop himself from saying. He flinched slightly, expecting her to lash out like she always did when he asked her that. Instead, she stood and ran her fingers gently through his hair.
“I will be,” she told him honestly. He nodded, and she cocked her head to the side with a smirk. “But if you ever ask me that again…”
“I know, I know.” She smiled, and he stood up, following her out of the room and starting breakfast.
*~*~*~*
She kept her back straight, her head tall in arrogance, walking slowly but surely down the halls of the LVPD Crime Lab. He walked behind her a few steps behind her, not in fear or necessity or anything, but simply because he loved to watch her walk. She had this air of confidence around her, no matter what she was really feeling. He, however, from studying her movements intently, had gotten good at seeing through all of that.
Today, despite her walk, Mia was feeling vulnerable, open and exposed. Greg frowned as he followed her, wondering what exactly was going on in her mind. That area was still uncharted territory, despite how much she had let him in already. She was still wildly unpredictable, something that worried him. He was afraid she would revert to her suicidal ways after six months of therapy and love.
“Why do you always walk behind me?” she asked. He picked up his head to realize that she had stopped. Her normal cocky stance was weakened, and he smiled, hoping it would make her feel better.
“I like to watch you walk,” he replied simply. She arched her eyebrows in amusement and curiosity. “You’re beautiful.” She smiled slightly.
“Thanks, I guess.” She took his hand gently, and he nodded. She needed the strength today more than yesterday. He didn’t question why, just understood that was the case. He squeezed her hand softly before walking into the break room with her. Nick stood at the coffee maker, and didn’t react to the two new guests. Mia grinned evilly as she dropped Greg’s hand. “Hey, Moby Dick,” she snapped. Nick groaned.
“Hey Mia,” he said softly, taking the mug he had poured and sitting at the table with it. “Greg.”
“How’s it going?” Greg asked softly. Nick shrugged, nursing his cup of coffee in silent remembrance. Mia and Greg looked at each other before she sat down next to him.
“What’s wrong?” she asked softly. Nick looked up at her before shrugging and looking back down again. “Family problems?” He snapped his head up to her.
“How…” he asked.
“You’re not seeing anyone, and everyone on the team is fine.” He nodded. “What’s wrong with them?”
“She. She’s pregnant.”
“How old is she?”
“Seventeen.”
“Oh, I’m sure that went over well with conservative Mommy and Daddy. What are they gonna do, send her to the fat camp?” Nick shrugged, shaking his head.
“They kicked her out.”
“Your brother and his wife?”
“Sister.”
“The unmarried one?” Nick nodded, then tilted his head to the side.
“Well, technically, Genevieve is divorced.”
“Didn’t she have her first at seventeen?”
“First abortion, maybe.”
“Isn’t having a kid better than killing it?”
“Not to her.”
“So what’s your niece gonna do?”
“I don’t know.”
“What about your parents?” Greg asked.
“She’s afraid of them,” Nick replied.
“Mikayla is?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because my parents were the ones that wanted Genevieve to have an abortion. Young parenthood bothers them.”
“Mikayla’s the adopted one, right?”
“No, that’s Jamie.”
“Oh.”
“Why do you care so much?” Mia asked. “I mean, I know you love your family, but you wouldn’t care this much if she wasn’t yours. You would’ve been, what, 19 when she was born? Which means you were in college.”
“Yeah, so? That doesn’t make her my kid. And, in fact, she’s not mine. She’s Genevieve’s.” Mia shrugged, staring in his eyes before nodding. “I’m telling you the truth.”
“I know.”
“How?”
“The eyes make a good lie detector.” Nick nodded, sighing. “Are you close with her?”
“Fairly.”
“And she’s alone now?”
“Yes.”
“Take her in.” Nick looked at her incredulously.
“Have you lost your mind?”
“No, I’m serious,” Mia said. “Bring her here to Vegas, set her up, help her out. She is your flesh and blood, after all.” He grumbled softly. “We’ll help you as much as we can.” He arched his eyebrows.
“Really?”
“Of course. That’s what family does.” The statement was ironic, coming from her. She, who never knew what family was. She, who never really fit in with everyone and seemed to cause more drama than she was worth. Nick nodded, realizing that Mia had changed quite a bit in six months.
“I’ll talk to her later,” he decided. Mia and Greg nodded in response. Grissom walked in, holding assignment slips.
“Nick, Greg, DB at the Tangiers, Mia, you and I have an apparent carjacking gone wrong,” he said simply. Sara had passed away a long time ago, but he was just as closed off now as he was then. Nodding, they all stood silently, gathering their supplies for the day.
*~*~*~*
“So, what’s up, Griss?” Mia asked, plucking a strand of hair from the carpet of the car. Grissom stood outside the car, camera in hand.
“What do you mean?” he replied, glancing sharply at her. She arched her eyebrows, shaking her head.
“Hey, looks don’t work on me. I meant, how are you doing?”
“Fine.”
“Liar.”
“What?”
“You’re lying. You’ve closed yourself off from the world ever since Sara died. Normally, I wouldn’t care, but my therapist makes me talk, so now it’s your turn.”
“There’s nothing to say.”
“You’re just stubborn.”
“No, I just don’t have anything to say.”
“You would if I was Catherine.” He looked up from the scene to her. Sensing his eyes on her, she looked back. “What? It’s true.” He shrugged. “I know you miss her.” He remained silent, focusing on the scene again and giving her no indication he heard her. “She was your life, your heart, and now she’s gone. And I’m sorry about that. I really am. But Grissom, it’s been almost a year, and you’re still not even talking to your friends. I don’t expect you to talk to me, but at least talk to Nick, Warrick, Catherine, maybe even Greg.”
“You’re never one for talking,” he said finally.
“Yeah, well, you made me go to therapy, so the game’s changed a little,” she told him. He nodded.
“You don’t expect me to talk to you?”
“I’m not one of your friends.”
“That would give me more reason, wouldn’t it?” She shrugged.
“I guess I’m the closest thing to a stranger you can trust. But even then, you’re still not talking to me.”
“Because I have nothing to say.”
“That’s bullshit, and you know it. You just want to remain in your own corner. You know it’s real, but if you talk, you’re gonna hurt when you’re trying to move on. You’ll never forget her, and truly, no one wants you to. But you gotta give a little, let something out before it kills you completely.” Grissom glared at her. “Metaphorically speaking. Relax. You have a soul and a spirit, and her death and you not talking about it is killing that soul and spirit.” Grissom didn’t say anything again, going back to the scene as his phone rang. He shrugged, picking it up and answering it.
“Grissom,” he said into it. “What’s going on, Nick?” Mia looked up at him quickly before finishing processing the backseat. “Okay, stay where you are, we’ll come to you.” More silence before Grissom nodded. “It’s okay, Nick. It’s going to be okay.” They hung up shortly after that, and Mia turned back to Grissom.
“What’s going on?” she asked softly, almost nervously.
“We need to go,” he told her. “Greg’s been kidnapped.”
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