Fine Line

By: M14Mouse

Summary: Sam isn't too happy about G's apparent new death wish. Even he held a mirror to it, he knew that his words wouldn't do a damn thing. Tag to Deep Trouble part 2

Disclaimer: Don't own them.

"Maybe, sky diving…I don't think that we tried that yet. I'm going to rephrase that. Jumping out a plane for fun and not for a mission or someone is trying to kill us," G said as he stared at the brochures. Sam glanced over from his place in the driver's seat. His grip slowly tightened around the wheel.

"Or rock climbing. We haven't done rock climbing in a while."

He took a deep breathe and just stared ahead at the road. He knew that G was excited about their upcoming vacation if the end of the world doesn't happen between now and then.

In all honesty, he was pissed off with G right now.

The whole thing with sub was just the tip of the iceberg. He knew that the last year hard for them. The last five years have been but this was new. His partner has always been on the left side of crazy. It was a fine line that G always seemed to balancing on. It was this edge… a darkness….a will he or won't he thing. Will he jump or won't he? Will he shot or not? He had trouble explaining even himself. Of course, Nat could if he was here but he wasn't.

And he was left with a partner who had an apparent death wish. G's words put him in shock. What was he thinking when he was going to blow them up right then and there? Maybe, it wasn't the words more so than the face. He saw it. G's face seemed eager…almost excited.

And it left him pissed off.

"Maybe, scuba diving…on second thought, bad idea," G continued on.

"Okay, that is it," he said as he pulled over into an empty parking lot.

"Sam, what's wrong?" G said.

"What's wrong he asked? What wrong is my partner has a death wish?!" He shouted.

"I don't have a death wish."

"Really? I saw your face back there on that sub, G."

"I was merely trying to lighten up the situation, Sam."

His fingers dug into the wheel. If he turned around and looked at G, he was going to punch him. That wasn't going to change anything.

Hetty would ask a million questions if G came in with a black eye or a bloody lip. He would be in trouble. If she said that she didn't play favorites, everyone knew better. But everyone also knew that was a good thing.

G wasn't anyone's favorite for a long time.

He took a deep breathe.

"G…I know that it has been tough."

"Everything is fine, Sam," G said lightly.

He could almost feel his partner's walls tighten and closing up around him. He wasn't going to talk about it. He was going to avoid his issues like that plague. He could push. He wanted to push. He wanted to scream about him, the team, Michelle and his kids. They loved Uncle G more than anything. They thought of him as the best uncle in the damn world. Hell, half of his family adopted him as one of them.

"No, it isn't. You worried me back there, G."

"I'm fine. You're fine. Everyone is fine. I take that as a win."

He knew better. G wasn't fine. G was so far from fine that it has left the building. Right now, he needed to step away. He hoped to God that when G finally snapped. He jumped off that edge that seemed to plague his soul. He will be there to stop it.

God, he prayed that he was.

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A/N: I am going say that I missed most of Season 5 (why must they put anything on Tuesday nights?!) So, when I caught the premiere, I was kind of surprised that G was a little bit eager to blow himself up. As much I would to resolve this issue, I can't put a bow on G's little form of crazy. I hope that you enjoy it. Read and Review if you wish.