Post by Admin on May 9, 2014 4:25:45 GMT
Greg entered the lab and found Morgan rubbing her back with her left hand while looking through things on her laptop with her right. He walked over to her, kissing her gently and gave her a hug.
"You okay Morgan?"
"A little bored," she admitted, excluding how bad she hurt and how tired she was.
"Go have a break. We'll go out and eat."
"Just us?" She tried to ask the question neutrally.
"Yeah. Why?"
"Good," escaped before she could stop it, slowly standing.
Greg grinned. "Then let's get out of here." He took her hand in his and led her out to the car.
She rested her back against the back of the seat, letting him drive.
"Are you sure you're alright?"
"What makes you ask that?" She asked, turning the Frank Sinatra CD on.
"You were rubbing your back. Is it sore?"
"Yes," she told him honestly.
"Do you need something for it?"
"If I take anything else, I'll go to sleep." She seemed to be halfway there anyway.
"That might be a good thing. You look like you're running on fumes."
She knew he was worried about her not sleeping, but said anyway, "I can't."
"Why?"
"Did you know Dad went to see Ellie?"
"Yes," Greg said honestly.
"Why?"
"Not sure. Did you ask him?"
"Considering the fact that everyone around me acts like I'm about to fall apart or have the plague or both, except for you? No."
"I need to tell you something. And everyone will most likely kill me for it later, but I think you should know."
"What?"
"Ellie...tried to kill herself. To get her father's attention."
"That explains it."
"Explains what?"
"Everyone's differences." She paused. "I must be an awful person, Greg. I feel so bad for Jim, but as far as Ellie..."
"No. You aren't awful. I feel the same way."
"Really?" She looked over at him.
"Really."
"No one's supposed to notice that the case is coming up and she's trying like hell to claim insanity, right?"
"Yeah."
"I was there, Greg. Not when she shot Nancy, I was a little busy right then, but I was there when she shot me. And I'm gonna have to live with it for the rest of my life. And I'm telling you right now, there was no way in hell she was insane. She was a spoiled little girl who wanted her daddy's attention and when it didn't turn out the way she wanted, she blamed me for it."
"I know that. I won't let her get away with this."
"Poor Jim. She blames him for her bad acts and now he's got to hurt because she's still his daughter."
"Yeah, I hate that she did this."
"I know, babe. And I know you're just caught in the middle. I just..." She grew quiet.
"I'm not in the middle. Don't worry about me."
"At least that explains why Dad and Russell went to see her."
"I think they went for Brass."
She nodded. "I'm sure they did. I can't imagine being a parent and having your child do something like any of this. What she did to Nancy, how much she hates Jim, or even try to kill herself." She also knew that Jim had come to check on her several times while she was in the hospital, although he never entered the room.
"I don't think I could be as strong as Brass is."
"I don't know, babe. You're pretty strong." She smiled for him, holding his hand.
"So are you."
"I've had to be." With her parents' divorce, their jobs, then the shooting and everything that followed.
"Even when you first started with us, you were strong."
"Do you have to go back to the lab after lunch?" She knew Russell would understand if she didn't return; he'd tried to convince her to take time off.
"If you need me, I won't."
"Just until I fall to sleep."
"Anything." She managed to eat a little for him and then lay down.
Greg covered her with a blanket and sat next to her, rubbing her back like he had in the hospital, when the pain was too much for any medication to help. She lay her head in his lap, knowing it would be hard for him to get up later, but she wanted to have as much contact with him as possible. Greg kept rubbing her back, but used his free hand to gently stroke her hair until she fell asleep.
Sara knocked on the door several hours later, her arms full. Greg slowly got up and answered the door. "Hey."
"Hey. I didn't wake her, did I?" She whispered, noticing worriedly the shadows under Greg's eyes.
"No, she's out of it. Let me help you." He took some of the bags from her and put them on the kitchen bench.
"I brought some food. I knew she wouldn't feel like cooking."
"Thanks, Sar."
"No problem. I just wish we could do more to help her." She knew that Greg hurt when Morgan hurt; she worried about both her friends.
"Like what? She's scared, but she won't admit it. She just found out about Ellie. I don't know how to help her."
"I honestly don't know. I mean, Nicky's been through the mill too, but at least when he's safe, it's over. This just won't die down; she can't move on."
"I feel bad for Brass too."
She nodded. "I went to check on him. I didn't care about her, but he's been there for me almost as much as you and Nick. He's even sided with me over Grissom during the divorce. He's hurting so bad, blaming himself, like always."
"I would too if I were him. She makes him think it's all because of him."
"Did you know she's blaming him for everything? Including Morgan?"
"No. I figured she would."
"I just keep thinking about Jim being shot. Gil told me that all she cared about was what his benefits would be and when she would get them."
"That's horrible."
"Between that and seeing her with that gun in his face after Nancy's death...I thought he was going to..." She heard Morgan moan.
"Sorry. Excuse me for a minute." Greg ran to the bedroom.
"You okay Morgan?"
"A little bored," she admitted, excluding how bad she hurt and how tired she was.
"Go have a break. We'll go out and eat."
"Just us?" She tried to ask the question neutrally.
"Yeah. Why?"
"Good," escaped before she could stop it, slowly standing.
Greg grinned. "Then let's get out of here." He took her hand in his and led her out to the car.
She rested her back against the back of the seat, letting him drive.
"Are you sure you're alright?"
"What makes you ask that?" She asked, turning the Frank Sinatra CD on.
"You were rubbing your back. Is it sore?"
"Yes," she told him honestly.
"Do you need something for it?"
"If I take anything else, I'll go to sleep." She seemed to be halfway there anyway.
"That might be a good thing. You look like you're running on fumes."
She knew he was worried about her not sleeping, but said anyway, "I can't."
"Why?"
"Did you know Dad went to see Ellie?"
"Yes," Greg said honestly.
"Why?"
"Not sure. Did you ask him?"
"Considering the fact that everyone around me acts like I'm about to fall apart or have the plague or both, except for you? No."
"I need to tell you something. And everyone will most likely kill me for it later, but I think you should know."
"What?"
"Ellie...tried to kill herself. To get her father's attention."
"That explains it."
"Explains what?"
"Everyone's differences." She paused. "I must be an awful person, Greg. I feel so bad for Jim, but as far as Ellie..."
"No. You aren't awful. I feel the same way."
"Really?" She looked over at him.
"Really."
"No one's supposed to notice that the case is coming up and she's trying like hell to claim insanity, right?"
"Yeah."
"I was there, Greg. Not when she shot Nancy, I was a little busy right then, but I was there when she shot me. And I'm gonna have to live with it for the rest of my life. And I'm telling you right now, there was no way in hell she was insane. She was a spoiled little girl who wanted her daddy's attention and when it didn't turn out the way she wanted, she blamed me for it."
"I know that. I won't let her get away with this."
"Poor Jim. She blames him for her bad acts and now he's got to hurt because she's still his daughter."
"Yeah, I hate that she did this."
"I know, babe. And I know you're just caught in the middle. I just..." She grew quiet.
"I'm not in the middle. Don't worry about me."
"At least that explains why Dad and Russell went to see her."
"I think they went for Brass."
She nodded. "I'm sure they did. I can't imagine being a parent and having your child do something like any of this. What she did to Nancy, how much she hates Jim, or even try to kill herself." She also knew that Jim had come to check on her several times while she was in the hospital, although he never entered the room.
"I don't think I could be as strong as Brass is."
"I don't know, babe. You're pretty strong." She smiled for him, holding his hand.
"So are you."
"I've had to be." With her parents' divorce, their jobs, then the shooting and everything that followed.
"Even when you first started with us, you were strong."
"Do you have to go back to the lab after lunch?" She knew Russell would understand if she didn't return; he'd tried to convince her to take time off.
"If you need me, I won't."
"Just until I fall to sleep."
"Anything." She managed to eat a little for him and then lay down.
Greg covered her with a blanket and sat next to her, rubbing her back like he had in the hospital, when the pain was too much for any medication to help. She lay her head in his lap, knowing it would be hard for him to get up later, but she wanted to have as much contact with him as possible. Greg kept rubbing her back, but used his free hand to gently stroke her hair until she fell asleep.
Sara knocked on the door several hours later, her arms full. Greg slowly got up and answered the door. "Hey."
"Hey. I didn't wake her, did I?" She whispered, noticing worriedly the shadows under Greg's eyes.
"No, she's out of it. Let me help you." He took some of the bags from her and put them on the kitchen bench.
"I brought some food. I knew she wouldn't feel like cooking."
"Thanks, Sar."
"No problem. I just wish we could do more to help her." She knew that Greg hurt when Morgan hurt; she worried about both her friends.
"Like what? She's scared, but she won't admit it. She just found out about Ellie. I don't know how to help her."
"I honestly don't know. I mean, Nicky's been through the mill too, but at least when he's safe, it's over. This just won't die down; she can't move on."
"I feel bad for Brass too."
She nodded. "I went to check on him. I didn't care about her, but he's been there for me almost as much as you and Nick. He's even sided with me over Grissom during the divorce. He's hurting so bad, blaming himself, like always."
"I would too if I were him. She makes him think it's all because of him."
"Did you know she's blaming him for everything? Including Morgan?"
"No. I figured she would."
"I just keep thinking about Jim being shot. Gil told me that all she cared about was what his benefits would be and when she would get them."
"That's horrible."
"Between that and seeing her with that gun in his face after Nancy's death...I thought he was going to..." She heard Morgan moan.
"Sorry. Excuse me for a minute." Greg ran to the bedroom.