Grissom heard the knock, but just barely. He was loading the last of the dinner dishes into the dishwasher. He checks the clock, wondering who it could possibly be at this hour. Sara still wasn't talking to him and Tim was missing, probably with Skylar. He shuffles his way toward the door, and Peeks out the peephole. He shakes his head, smiling. and opens the door.
"Greg? Jesus, where is your jacket? It's cold out there. Come in, come in." Gil steps back to let the younger man in. "What brings you here? Can I get you something to drink?"
Greg stepped into Grissom's townhouse, and immediately started to warm up. He smiled at his boss gratefully. "Err... I'm not thirsty. But thanks for offering."
He stood around awkwardly for a bit, taking in his surroundings. He wasn't sure what to say, or where to begin. "I..." He began, a lost look on his face. "This is fucked up!" He blurted out, falling desolately onto the couch.
Gil watches as Greg has his little moment of realization. He walks over to the recliner next to the couch where Greg is collapsed. "Greg? Can you tell me what's wrong? Maybe I can help." Grissom is really concerned. The last time he saw Greg like this was after the explosion, when his hands were shaking so bad he could barely hold onto the lab reports.
He watches Greg, trying to pick up any clue as to what was on his mind. He used to be pretty good at reading people, but this was different. He wasn't trying to sniff out a lie, he was just here to listen.
"I dunno, Griss..." He mumbled. "This Nick thing. I have no fucking clue what I'm doing. I should be talking it over with him, but I don't know what to say. All I know is that he deserves way better than the crap that I'm putting him through.."
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"Greg? Jesus, where is your jacket? It's cold out there. Come in, come in." Gil steps back to let the younger man in. "What brings you here? Can I get you something to drink?"
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He stood around awkwardly for a bit, taking in his surroundings. He wasn't sure what to say, or where to begin. "I..." He began, a lost look on his face. "This is fucked up!" He blurted out, falling desolately onto the couch.
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He watches Greg, trying to pick up any clue as to what was on his mind. He used to be pretty good at reading people, but this was different. He wasn't trying to sniff out a lie, he was just here to listen.
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"I dunno, Griss..." He mumbled. "This Nick thing. I have no fucking clue what I'm doing. I should be talking it over with him, but I don't know what to say. All I know is that he deserves way better than the crap that I'm putting him through.."
He groaned, and buried his face in a pillow.
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