Finally my shift was over. I went to my locker to put my stuff away. Greg comes up behind me and puts his hands over my eyes.
"So how was the shift?"
"Ugh. Don't get me started."
"Yea, it's tough, but yet you have to love it."
"Well, if you really think about it, I guess I really do love this job."
"That's my girl. Well I'll catch you later at home."
Greg and I had been dating for 11 months now. We both shared a small townhouse, since we thought are relationship was going really well.
Greg takes both my hands and gently kisses my on the lips. It lasts for a few seconds until Grissom walks in.
"I hate to break this up but this is a crime lab, not a makeout scene."
We both quickly pull away.
"I'll go check with Hodges about that sample I sent him earlier." Greg said before rushing out.
"Lauren, you know how I feel about kissing in the lab."
I close my locker.
"Good night Grissom." Pretending to be sarcastic.
He smiles as I walk out the door.
As I walk through the lab, I say goodbye to a few people, but I don't see Greg.
"He probably is on his way home already." I say to myself.
As I sit in my car I decide to take a little drive to clear my head. Before I head off, I call home to make sure Greg wasn't wondering where I was. After an hour or so my cell rings. It's Sara. I pick up.
"Hey Sara, what's up?"
"Lauren, you better get your stuff and get down here now, and I mean now. It's urgent."
"Sure. What's going on? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Just get down here."
After she tells me where she is I hang up.
"Huh. What could be going on?" I say to myself.
I rush to the lab, grab myself and head out. When I arrive to the spot where Sara told me to go, I see a big crowd, police cars, and…..crime scene tape. My first thought was 'Not another crime scene.' Then Sara rushes up to me.
"Lauren, I'm glad you came."
"Yea. What's going on?"
"Okay, I want you to prepare yourself. I know this is going to be really tough for you."
Sara takes my hand and leads me up to the yellow tape. There's an ambulance blocking the way, so you couldn't really see what was going on. We climb under the tape and walk around the ambulance. And there I see the most terrifying thing in my life. Greg is lying on the ground and looks beaten to death. I start sobbing hysterically and rush up to him.
"GREG! OH MY LORD! GREG ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!?!?!"
He barely manages to get the words out.
"It's me Greg. Are you alright? Oh please, tell me you're alright!!"
"I.. I'm.. fine."
"I saw some.. someone get…getting beaten at the end of th.. the alley. I call… called dis..patch and reques…"
Greg's head falls back and he looks as if he's dying off.
"Greg? GREG?!?! I NEED THE PARAMEDICS!"
"What's wrong ma'am?" the paramedic man asked.
"Greg needs to be taken to the hospital, NOW!"
"He's stable ma'am."
"I don't care! There's something wrong and he needs to be put in an ambulance RIGHT NOW!"
"Alright ma'am, I'll get right to it."
As they put him on a stretcher I walk back to Sara still crying.
"Sara, do you think he'll be alright?"
"With your support, I'm sure he'll be fine."
I hug Sara.
"Well I should go with Greg, I'll see you later."
I start walking towards the ambulance.
I smile a little. As I walk into the ambulance, I see Greg's beaten body again and I start to cry. I sit down next to him and stroke his hair.
"You'll be alright Greg, I'll make sure of it."
I see him smile just a little.