Title: To Be Destroyed
By: boho-beata
Rating: K+
Fandom/Pairing: CSI: Vegas - WarrickGreg
Summary: "When you think of explosion, you think to fall apart, to be destroyed." -Ms. Muller, my English teacher.
Disclaimer: Nope.
A/N: No beta, but hey, I'm like a walkin' talkin' human spell check/dictionary, hehe. Oh, and, constructive criticism? Soooo welcomed.

He never knew that when Greg was hurt, he was hurt, too; that when Greg was in trouble, he was in trouble with him; that when Greg was in an explosion, he'd implode with worry.

Now he knew.

Seeing Greg in that state, in that pain... seeing him still for once... it scared him. Warrick Brown was not a man who got scared easily, but now, now... that was the only word that could describe how he felt.He was scared to touch Greg, scared that even the gentlest touch would cause him more pain. He was scared to speak to him, he knew no words of comfort to make all this go away. He was scared for Greg, he was scared of everything, and yet, with all this fear, Warrick couldn't move from his seat next to Greg's bed.

His worry was gone, a caring sense was put in it's place, and it consumed Warrick whole. He cared too much to leave, he was too scared to leave. The overall point: he wasn't going to leave anytime soon.

Remembering that time 4 months ago still made Warrick's heart wrench slightly. Greg was doing better now, but it wasn't the same. Greg wasn't... Greg. He was quiet, reserved. Warrick would talk to him and he'd only answer if Warrick made him. Warrick would touch him and he'd tense before forcing himself to relax.

There was nothing Warrick could do.

It seemed as if, in that explosion, the part of Greg that Warrick grew to love... died, or Greg was hiding it.

There was always something nagging at Warrick, though. Greg didn't cry, he didn't cope. That must have been what was killing the Greg everyone knew and loved.

And so, one night, Warrick decided to change this.

He had wrapped his arms around Greg, and with a soothing tone, spoke to him. He lulled him and shushed him and soothed him, breaking him down slowly, until he had to break and had to talk and had to cry.

From that point on, there'd be more of Greg's bounciness, more of Greg's energy. It doubled almost every day, until finally, Greg was Greg again.

He finally lived again, he breathed, he loved, he laughed. And he smiled, and with that alone, Warrick was happy.