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Author: Weisy
Chapter Title: One of These Days (4/?)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Wish they were mine.
A/N: Enjoy.

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One of these days
I won’t be afraid of staying with you
I hope and I pray
Waiting to find a way back to you cause that’s where I’m home

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Five beers later, Greg could barely lift his head let alone get up from his seat at the bar. He tried so hard to drown all his sorrows by drinking as much beer as his body could hold.

“You okay?” The bartender, a middle aged red-haired woman asked as she looked at Greg questionably. “Out of all the people that usually come in here, and trust me babe I’ve seen everything, you look like the worst.”

“Fuck off.” He said, not really meaning it as he let his head fall onto the counter top.

“Woah, I was just asking if you were okay. Don’t need to bite my head off.” She told him, rolling her eyes as she moved away and over to a depressed man in the corner.

“He…hates me.” Greg mumbled into the counter top as he banged his head onto the counter. “I-bang-needed-bang-to just-bang-have time-bang-to think-bang-straight.

But soon as he started physically hurting himself, the bartender was right back over to him. “Hey, you need someone to talk to?” She asked, lifting Greg’s head up. “Cause you’re ruining my counter top.”

“Nothing left.” Greg slurred, staring at her. “God, I’m such a fucked up creature.”

Her brose rose as she placed her towel down. “You’re not a fucked up creature.”

Greg’s brows furrowed as he tried to maintain balance. “You…you don’t even know me so how can you be so sure of that?” He asked, pointing a shaky finger at her.

She rolled her eyes and leaned against the bar counter, resting against her elbows for support. “Hun, just tell me, why the hell are you here?”

“Cause life hates me?”

She had to bite her tongue to stifle a laugh. “No, really, why are you here? Something happen?”

“I’ll tell you if you get me another beer.”

“You’re pathetic,” she joked, pulling herself off of the counter and reaching for a bottle of beer before sliding it over to him. “So, tell me.”

Greg took a long sip before removing the liquid from his lips. He breathed in deeply before exhaling. “Love.”

“Oh God, I’ve been there before.”

“Yeah…well, mine’s probably worse.”

“Doubt it.” She argued, wiping down the counter top.

“Mine thinks I’ve fallen out of love with him for the wrong reason and ran to the boss spilling all of our ‘secrets’”. He took another long sip.

“Him?” The bartender asked, not quite sure if she heard him right.

“Ever heard of gay people?”

“Well, it’s not that I’ve had them falling into my bar a lot. You’re the first so I’m pretty sure I can try and help.”

“I just don’t know what to do.” He said, staring at the counter top. “I mean, at first I loved him, and then our team split and we grew distant and then last night I was working on a case and it reminded me of how lucky I really am to have him in my life and when I went to go talk to him about it he popped this whole ‘you ran to the boss and shared our secrets’ thing when that isn’t true at all.” He said in one deep breath, running a shaky hand through his hair.

“Well, does he have a name?” She asked tossing the rag into the trash can before focusing on Greg again.

“Nick.”

“He works with you?”

“Yes.”

“You two live together?”

“Yes.” He was too tired and so he stuck to one worded responses.

“Maybe Nick needs to cool off his jets? You gotta give him space.”

Greg groaned and rubbed his head. He knew she was right but he didn’t feel like going to someplace else for a couple of nights. He was only option would be Sara’s because she would understand it better than Catherine or let alone anyone else.

“But anyway, um…?”

“Greg.”

“Yeah, anyway Greg, we’re closing up so you might want to haul your ass out of that seat. You can always come back tomorrow if you want?”

Sighing, he shook his head and stumbled off of the stool. “No, it’s okay. I’m probably going to stay at a friend’s house. But thanks.”

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Sara had almost jumped when she heard a knock at her door. She wasn’t use to having people usually at her front step this late…well early in the morning.

She wrapped herself in her bathrobe and made her way to the front door. “Who is it?” She asked, one hand resting on the door knob.

“Greg.” She heard him faintly.

“Greg?” She questioned as she turned the knob and pulled open the door to see Greg staring down at his feet. He sounded tired and he also had a hard time keeping his balance even on his own two feet.

“Can…can I stay here for a couple of nights?” He asked, his voice trying not to crack. “I mean…I just need somewhere to…stay…because…” He had to stop and look away from her because he wasn’t sure if he could explain or even look at her without breaking down.

“Greg?” She asked concerned. “Greg? Are you…crying?”

He didn’t answer because the tears were now falling from his eyes and he couldn’t stop them. He had held in his emotions for too long and now they were coming out in forms of tears.

But Sara had wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close to her. He needed human touch and Sara was his only option as she held onto him and closed her eyes.

It was then Sara and Greg both knew that he had finally hit rock bottom.

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tbc.

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