The Could Have Beens.

No pairings, and no slash. I'm pretty sure this story is only going to be no more than 10 chapter, most of which are already written. This is AU. Quotes from a band called Brand New.

We kept it safe and slow.
The quiet things that no one ever knows.

"Greg?"

"Greg?"

"GREG!"

Greg lifted his head from the table on which it currently had been resting on and glanced at the two people who were standing in front of him.

"Yeah?" he said, counting down the minutes till he could go home.

"You feeling okay?" Sara asked, worrying about her friend.

That's a loaded question, Greg thought as he opened his mouth to answer but was cut off by Nick talking.

"Yeah Greggo, you don't look so good," Nick added, "We were going to invite you come have breakfast with us later this morning but I'm pretty sure you should go home…now."

Greg waited for a moment to make sure no one would cut him off. "I'm fine guys just…tired I guess."

Nick and Sara gave the level one CSI agent a searching look before wishing him a good rest of the day and leaving the break room.

Good, Greg thought, Maybe now everyone will leave me alone and this horrible day can end quickly.

"Greg," a voice traveled down the hall and into his ears, "Come here for a sec."

Greg sighed heavily, not wanting to move from the spot he was currently sitting in. He had to be careful, he thought, not many people knew what today meant for Greg and he wanted to keep it that way.

"You feeling okay?" were the first words out of Catherine's mouth when he met with her in the DNA lab.

No, I'm not feeling okay. Actually, if you don't mind me saying, I hate today. In fact I wish that this day, no this whole month would cease to exist and that we could go through the whole year without ever having to pass through the month of July.

"I'm fine," Greg finally said, "Just tired."

Once again he received the same look he had gotten from Nick and Sara only this time he received it from Catherine. It seemed that ever since he had killed that boy with his car, everyone-

"Then maybe you should go home and get some rest," Catherine suggested.

-treated him like a baby.

"No," Greg said, this time a little more forcefully, "I'll be fine. Now, what do you need?"

"I was just going to tell you that the blood on are DB came back and it looks like we have a match to the lady's young son, also found dead at the scene."

"That's great," Greg tried to add some real excitement to his voice.

"Yep, so far this is looking more like a murder-suicide by the second," Catherine added, not realizing how uncomfortable Greg was becoming.

"That's good Cath," Greg said, "I-um-I'm going to get some fresh air if you need me."

Catherine just nodded her head and continued looking at the sheet of paper in her hand.

Greg left the room as quickly as he could.

Unlucky. That's all you could call it. He lived in a town where luck could be the best thing to have and he didn't have it. Out of all the cases he could have gotten today, out of all the days in the year, he'd gotten this case today. Especially a case involving a mother and her young son. And an added bonus? The little boy who they had found dead in his bed had looked so much like Na-

"Oh uh Grissom, I'm sorry I-uh- I didn't see you there."

"I've been standing here for the past thirty minutes Greg," Grissom said giving the young man a quizzical look.

"I know and I'm sorry I just," Greg looked around using all his will power to hold the tears, that were threatening to fall, in, "wasn't looking I guess."

"Greg are you-"

"I'm fine Grissom!" Greg nearly yelled, and then quickly walked towards the stairs. He couldn't handle another look of pity. Not right now anyway.

"-crying?" Grissom finished his sentence when Greg was well out of earshot.

Grissom knew something was wrong. Not because he had a perfect insight into human emotions, heaven knew he was probably the last person qualified for what he was about to do, but he knew that Greg rarely ever rose his voice in anger and Grissom was pretty sure he's seen tears about to fall from the CSI's face.

Oh man, Grissom thought as he slowly walked towards the stairs in which Greg had ascended not to long ago. He sincerely hoped for both he and Greg's sakes, he had not bitten off more than he could chew.

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