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Pathologist
:lol: Actually, Wendy's intention wasn't to make Hodges leave, but it was a fringe benefit. 
Thanks. This is actually the second to last chapter (it was a short story lol), so I hope you like it!
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Chapter 14: “I Can’t Take It”
Mia sat next to Greg in the break room, resting her head against his shoulder with her eyes closed as his arm lay behind her back. He rubbed her shoulder soothingly, and she shook her head. “He was a little kid,” she told him softly. “And some jackass mutilated the hell out of him.” She opened her eyes and looked up at him. “Why would someone ever hurt a kid? They’re innocent. They don’t do anything to deserve what monsters heap upon them.”
“I know,” he said softly, pressing a kiss into her hair. He didn’t care who saw them. The entire lab, Ecklie included, knew they were dating. Ecklie was trying to separate them, but Grissom wouldn’t let him, claiming that the best place for both of them to remain was with their family on the night shift. The undersheriff, surprisingly, agreed with Grissom, stating that maybe her relationship with Greg and working with him too would finally get her to stop trying to kill herself. So far, it seemed to be working, as she sat with him.
“I hate being like this.” Greg chuckled.
“Sweetie, you’re human, and you’ve seen a lot in your life. It hurts you to see others in places you’ve been.” She sighed, shaking her head.
“You have no idea, Greg. I didn’t tell you everything.” He kept rubbing her shoulder.
“We’ll have a while. You can tell me when you’re ready.” She nodded.
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” They sat that way in silence for a while, with her closing her eyes once again and resettling her head on his shoulder. He kept tenderly rubbing hers, deep in thought.
It never ceased to amaze him how she opened up to him, and when she did, it was almost like she did a 180. Even before that, she seemed to be a little more tolerant of him than the others, something he chalked up to the fact that he had been more tolerant of her when she first came in. He hadn’t been quick to jump to anger and hate against her, and she rewarded that with her friendship, something that he realized was hard to come by. She trusted him, and that was even more amazing than the fact that she even liked him. He hoped that they would get the chance to grow old together, whether as husband and wife, boyfriend and girlfriend, or even just friends. He hoped she stopped being suicidal long enough for that to happen, but she’d been good lately. Maybe she was finally realizing she had something more to live for.
He sighed softly, gently pulling her closer to him. Now that he had her in his life, he didn’t know what he’d do without her. She was an amazing listener, and someone he was falling in love with. She looked up at him, finding him smiling at her. She grinned, shaking her head. “Last night was that great, huh?” she quipped. He laughed.
“Well, yeah,” he replied, smiling. She kissed him softly on the lips.
“Conceited much?”
“Only a little.” She sat up, and Greg groaned. “I liked you there,” he said.
“Too bad,” she replied, stretching a bit.
“I take it your moment of humanity has passed then, hasn’t it?” She chuckled, and he smiled. If anyone else had said that, she would’ve killed them, but because it was him, she laughed.
“Yeah.” She looked him in the eye, and Greg could tell she had something she wanted to say. Something serious, probably from her past due to her hesitation, but Greg didn’t let on that he had any idea. “Hey, Greg?”
“Yeah?”
“I-” Her statement was cut off by her pager, and she groaned. “Hodges. Better get this out of the way.”
“Why does he only page you? You’re even working with Grissom, and he’s still going to you first with results.” She shrugged.
“He’s obsessed. What can I say?” He shook his head.
“Well, have fun and good luck.”
“Thanks. I think I’m gonna need it.” He shrugged, kissing her on the cheek before she left. She wound the halls of the lab before landing in Hodges’s lab. “You rang?” she snorted.
“Yeah,” Hodges said, not looking up from his microscope. “Take a look at this.” She shrugged, walking over. He backed away from the bench, allowing her to get in and take a look. As she did, he grabbed her hair. “Tell me the truth, Mia,” he growled into her ear. She hadn’t heard him talk like that in years, and as she felt something poke into her, her breath caught in her throat. “Are you with Greg?”
“Yes,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She’d dealt with rapists, murderers, drug dealers, and various other forms of scum, and none of them had the power to paralyze her like David Hodges. He sighed, kissing her neck tenderly as she felt herself weakening.
“Leave him,” he whispered between kisses. She felt the barrel of a gun poking into her back, and she sighed nervously. “Leave him, or I’ll kill him, so we can be together.”
“I won’t let you kill him,” she said. “And I’m not leaving him.” His hand worked at her pants, unbuttoning them. She told herself to fight, but her body wouldn’t react.
“You don’t want him. You want me. That’s why you’re not even fighting me.”
“If I fight you, I lose my job.”
“You’re scared.”
“You’ve got a gun.”
“I like this.” He moved his other hand to her waistline, and she got a chance to look at the gun in his hand. He wasn’t wearing a glove, which meant that he didn’t care if he got caught. Of course, doing this in the middle of the lab was another good indication that he didn’t care if he got caught. She stared at the gun, a Colt .45, probably from Bobby’s lab. She sighed, swallowing hard, trying to make herself fight yet again. Still nothing.
“Please, don’t do this, David.” He chortled, leaving her pants alone for a minute.
“You’re not the one in power here, Cat. Tough pill for you to swallow, huh? When it comes right down to it, you’re helpless. Actually, you could help yourself right now. Scream. Fight me. Anything. But you don’t care. You want this.”
“I don’t.” His hands gripped her hips tightly, his right pushing the gun roughly into her flesh.
“How far you gonna let this go before you realize that your job isn’t worth it?”
“You’re purposely taunting me.” He chuckled.
“Now you’re learning.”
“What are you going to do to me?” He laughed.
“What do you think?” His right hand left her hip to brush the inside of her thigh, causing her breath to shudder. She struggled to fight against him, but she couldn’t.
“What did you do to me?” she asked him.
“Muscle relaxant,” he replied. “Means you can’t fight me.” She shuddered.
“Leave me alone,” she warned, her voice growing louder. She wouldn’t let him get away with this. The fight was returning to her, gun be damned.
“It’s either you or your precious little Greg. Which would you rather?”
“Leave him out of this.”
“Do you want me to hurt him, or are you going to behave? Save him, or save yourself?”
“Leave him out of this,” she repeated.
“Make your choice, Catalina,” Hodges said. “Save him, or save yourself?” She sighed.
“Don’t hurt him,” she whispered.
“Good choice.”
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Some time later, Grissom walked into the break room, finding Greg and Nick talking about their case while waiting for results. He sighed. “Have either of you two seen Mia?” he asked. They looked up at him.
“She got paged by Hodges about half an hour ago,” Greg told him. “You haven’t seen her?”
“No.” Greg jumped up, worried. Nick followed suit, and the three of them walked toward the Trace lab in time to pick up an argument from within.
“You promised!” Mia called.
“I never did, Princess,” Hodges replied.
“Don’t do this.” Her voice was pleading, something the three of them had never heard before.
“If I can’t have you, then no one can.” A single gunshot rang out from the lab, followed shortly by a second. And then the Trace lab was silent.
Thanks. This is actually the second to last chapter (it was a short story lol), so I hope you like it!
*~*~*~*
Chapter 14: “I Can’t Take It”
Mia sat next to Greg in the break room, resting her head against his shoulder with her eyes closed as his arm lay behind her back. He rubbed her shoulder soothingly, and she shook her head. “He was a little kid,” she told him softly. “And some jackass mutilated the hell out of him.” She opened her eyes and looked up at him. “Why would someone ever hurt a kid? They’re innocent. They don’t do anything to deserve what monsters heap upon them.”
“I know,” he said softly, pressing a kiss into her hair. He didn’t care who saw them. The entire lab, Ecklie included, knew they were dating. Ecklie was trying to separate them, but Grissom wouldn’t let him, claiming that the best place for both of them to remain was with their family on the night shift. The undersheriff, surprisingly, agreed with Grissom, stating that maybe her relationship with Greg and working with him too would finally get her to stop trying to kill herself. So far, it seemed to be working, as she sat with him.
“I hate being like this.” Greg chuckled.
“Sweetie, you’re human, and you’ve seen a lot in your life. It hurts you to see others in places you’ve been.” She sighed, shaking her head.
“You have no idea, Greg. I didn’t tell you everything.” He kept rubbing her shoulder.
“We’ll have a while. You can tell me when you’re ready.” She nodded.
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” They sat that way in silence for a while, with her closing her eyes once again and resettling her head on his shoulder. He kept tenderly rubbing hers, deep in thought.
It never ceased to amaze him how she opened up to him, and when she did, it was almost like she did a 180. Even before that, she seemed to be a little more tolerant of him than the others, something he chalked up to the fact that he had been more tolerant of her when she first came in. He hadn’t been quick to jump to anger and hate against her, and she rewarded that with her friendship, something that he realized was hard to come by. She trusted him, and that was even more amazing than the fact that she even liked him. He hoped that they would get the chance to grow old together, whether as husband and wife, boyfriend and girlfriend, or even just friends. He hoped she stopped being suicidal long enough for that to happen, but she’d been good lately. Maybe she was finally realizing she had something more to live for.
He sighed softly, gently pulling her closer to him. Now that he had her in his life, he didn’t know what he’d do without her. She was an amazing listener, and someone he was falling in love with. She looked up at him, finding him smiling at her. She grinned, shaking her head. “Last night was that great, huh?” she quipped. He laughed.
“Well, yeah,” he replied, smiling. She kissed him softly on the lips.
“Conceited much?”
“Only a little.” She sat up, and Greg groaned. “I liked you there,” he said.
“Too bad,” she replied, stretching a bit.
“I take it your moment of humanity has passed then, hasn’t it?” She chuckled, and he smiled. If anyone else had said that, she would’ve killed them, but because it was him, she laughed.
“Yeah.” She looked him in the eye, and Greg could tell she had something she wanted to say. Something serious, probably from her past due to her hesitation, but Greg didn’t let on that he had any idea. “Hey, Greg?”
“Yeah?”
“I-” Her statement was cut off by her pager, and she groaned. “Hodges. Better get this out of the way.”
“Why does he only page you? You’re even working with Grissom, and he’s still going to you first with results.” She shrugged.
“He’s obsessed. What can I say?” He shook his head.
“Well, have fun and good luck.”
“Thanks. I think I’m gonna need it.” He shrugged, kissing her on the cheek before she left. She wound the halls of the lab before landing in Hodges’s lab. “You rang?” she snorted.
“Yeah,” Hodges said, not looking up from his microscope. “Take a look at this.” She shrugged, walking over. He backed away from the bench, allowing her to get in and take a look. As she did, he grabbed her hair. “Tell me the truth, Mia,” he growled into her ear. She hadn’t heard him talk like that in years, and as she felt something poke into her, her breath caught in her throat. “Are you with Greg?”
“Yes,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She’d dealt with rapists, murderers, drug dealers, and various other forms of scum, and none of them had the power to paralyze her like David Hodges. He sighed, kissing her neck tenderly as she felt herself weakening.
“Leave him,” he whispered between kisses. She felt the barrel of a gun poking into her back, and she sighed nervously. “Leave him, or I’ll kill him, so we can be together.”
“I won’t let you kill him,” she said. “And I’m not leaving him.” His hand worked at her pants, unbuttoning them. She told herself to fight, but her body wouldn’t react.
“You don’t want him. You want me. That’s why you’re not even fighting me.”
“If I fight you, I lose my job.”
“You’re scared.”
“You’ve got a gun.”
“I like this.” He moved his other hand to her waistline, and she got a chance to look at the gun in his hand. He wasn’t wearing a glove, which meant that he didn’t care if he got caught. Of course, doing this in the middle of the lab was another good indication that he didn’t care if he got caught. She stared at the gun, a Colt .45, probably from Bobby’s lab. She sighed, swallowing hard, trying to make herself fight yet again. Still nothing.
“Please, don’t do this, David.” He chortled, leaving her pants alone for a minute.
“You’re not the one in power here, Cat. Tough pill for you to swallow, huh? When it comes right down to it, you’re helpless. Actually, you could help yourself right now. Scream. Fight me. Anything. But you don’t care. You want this.”
“I don’t.” His hands gripped her hips tightly, his right pushing the gun roughly into her flesh.
“How far you gonna let this go before you realize that your job isn’t worth it?”
“You’re purposely taunting me.” He chuckled.
“Now you’re learning.”
“What are you going to do to me?” He laughed.
“What do you think?” His right hand left her hip to brush the inside of her thigh, causing her breath to shudder. She struggled to fight against him, but she couldn’t.
“What did you do to me?” she asked him.
“Muscle relaxant,” he replied. “Means you can’t fight me.” She shuddered.
“Leave me alone,” she warned, her voice growing louder. She wouldn’t let him get away with this. The fight was returning to her, gun be damned.
“It’s either you or your precious little Greg. Which would you rather?”
“Leave him out of this.”
“Do you want me to hurt him, or are you going to behave? Save him, or save yourself?”
“Leave him out of this,” she repeated.
“Make your choice, Catalina,” Hodges said. “Save him, or save yourself?” She sighed.
“Don’t hurt him,” she whispered.
“Good choice.”
*~*~*~*
Some time later, Grissom walked into the break room, finding Greg and Nick talking about their case while waiting for results. He sighed. “Have either of you two seen Mia?” he asked. They looked up at him.
“She got paged by Hodges about half an hour ago,” Greg told him. “You haven’t seen her?”
“No.” Greg jumped up, worried. Nick followed suit, and the three of them walked toward the Trace lab in time to pick up an argument from within.
“You promised!” Mia called.
“I never did, Princess,” Hodges replied.
“Don’t do this.” Her voice was pleading, something the three of them had never heard before.
“If I can’t have you, then no one can.” A single gunshot rang out from the lab, followed shortly by a second. And then the Trace lab was silent.
