Greg walked out of Grissom's office with a frown. He had screwed up. All on his own, too.

Greg blinked as Nick walked passed him without a word. Just a face full of rage. Nick just shook his head to himself. Greg quickly followed him.

"Hey man, I'm really sorry," said Greg as he bit his lip.

Nick paused for a moment, considering on speaking, but decided to keep walking. "I'm going to rehab. I know I need help. You know I never meant to hurt you."

Nick stopped.

"Do I really know that? Because lately it seems as if I don't. I've tried to help you, but your situation is out of my control. Way--out of my control. I'm glad to hear you're going to rehab. I know I should probably just forgive you, but I can't. I'm sorry man. I love you, man and I can't stand to see you like this. I won't be able to forgive you until you get better. I'm sorry."

With a frown, Nick walked off.

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Three Weeks Later...

Greg loved to be on his own bed again. To see familiar faces. Familiar objects and places. He walked over to his fridge. Two six packs of beer sat on the bottom shelf. Trying not to tempt himself, he took them out and placed them outside his door. Anyone who wanted them couldtake them. For now, he had to go to work and prove himself. Especially to Nick.

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With a grin he stepped into the Las Vegas Crime Lab. He quickly checked-in and headed to Grissom's office. Surprisingly at this hour, he was in there. The door was ajar so Greg knocked on the side pantle. Grissom took off his glasses and looked up. When he realized who his company was, he smiled.

"Come in, Greg."

Greg walked in and sat down in a chair. "Better Gris, much better. Better than I had before. I feel in control. I can't remember the last time I felt in control of my life. I really can't."

"That's good, Greg. You even look more in control and alive physically than you have in a long time. It's good to know you're back on track. But uhm, I think Nick is looking for you..."

Without another word Greg rushed out of the office to find Nick. To apologize...again.

It wasn't too hard to find the Texan. He was on his way to autopsy.

"Hey, Nick!" Greg shouted to get the destracted man's attention.

Nick turned on his heal and headed towards Greg. What Greg was expecting to be a harsh conversation ended up having Nick clutch his arms around the younger man. Greg hugged Nick back with a smile.

"I missed you so much, man," Nick gasped.

He missed me? Someone...missed me? Greg's smiled widened as his friend held Greg in the tight hug.

"Nick...I'm going to a meeting tonight...I'm talking about...everything. I want you to come."

"I wouldn't miss it for the world, Greggo. I wouldn't miss it for the world."

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Just about all of night shift was at the meeting. Greg was happy about it though. He was ready to talk. He knew he was. Even in a corner, Ecklie sat.

Once again, Greg stood at the podium. He examined the faces in the crowd. All of them just another one of him. Or maybe he was just another one of them.

"I'm Greg and I'm an alcoholic,"Greg muttered into the microphone.

At recent meetings, there hadn't been a microphone, but this one was a bigger meeting than the small midnight meetings.

"Hi Greg," the crowd responded.

He took in a deep breath.

"I never thought I could classify myself an alcoholic. I always thought I was in control of my drinking. I now know I was wrong. My life needed to be changed. I realized that when I came to work drunk out of my mind and told my supervisor and friends off. I know I'm probably not like a lot of you, but I like my job. I had absolutely no reason to yell at them like that.

I remember I never wanted to classify myself like my father. I was always the youngest of four. I had three older brothers. Of course, my dad was an alcoholic and my oldest brother always took care of us. My mom died when I was three. My father always beat us. He'd burn us with his cigarettes. Get mad at us for no reason. I knew then that I never wanted to be like that.

Except once things got outa hand, I'd go to the bottle. I started drinking when I was thirteen. There was alcohol everywhere in my home. Once I got a good job, I thought I could just...stop. But I couldn't. I tried to hide it from everyone and did fora long time, but eventually they found out. I never thought I'd say this, but I'm glad they did. Otherwise I'd be unemployed soon. Thanks Nick...and Gris...and Warrick...and Sara...everyone. Thanks."

Greg smiled and stepped down. The room filled with claps. Greg returned to his seat inbetween Nick and Grissom. Nick pulled Greg into a semi-hug.

Everything was going to be okay. He might have more explaining...but for the most part, it would be okay.

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