(A/N: So, final chapter. This one goes back to Anna's point of view. It's not quite as long as the last couple of chapters, but I hope you still enjoy it.)

Chapter 9: What happens now?

I woke up to sound of Greg's phone ringing. He woke up too, and answered the phone without moving his other arm from around me.

"Hello. Hey boss. Yeah, yeah, she's right here. Yeah, hold on. It's Gris," he said looking down at me, "he said he has news."

I reluctantly released myself from Greg's embrace and sat up taking the phone. "Hello."

"Annabelle, its Grissom."

"Hey Gris, you have news?"

"Yeah, Sara got a partial of the frying pan. We ran it and got a hit. Are you up to coming in and trying to make an I.D.?"

"Yeah, when do you need me?"

"As soon as you can get here."

"All right, I'll be there as soon as I can." I hung up and laid back down in Greg's arms.

"What did he say?"

"He thinks they have the killer; he wants me to come and see if I can I.D. her."

"When?"

"As so as we can get there."

"Ok," he said getting up, "give me a few minutes to take a shower and we can go."

"Alright, I'm going to go get dressed."

I went to the guest bedroom and put on some fresh cloths. Pulling on my shirt I felt a twinge in my wrist. Looking down, I took of the brace. My wrist was dark purple and still swollen. I reached up and felt the bump that was still present on the side of my head. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I started to cry.

"Anna," said Greg knocking, "you ready to go?"

The door opened and I looked at Greg with tear filled eyes.

"What's wrong," she said kneeling in front of me.

"She hurt me." I said crying, "She tried to kill me, and now I have to see her. I have to look at a woman who wanted me dead."

"It's ok," he said holding me, "you've help victims do this. You know what's going to happen. She won't be able to see you. She can't hurt you any more. She's going to go jail because of you. You can do this."

"You think so," I said looking into his brown eyes, so full of understanding.

"I know so. You are the strongest person I know, and I'm going to be right there beside you. I'll protect you," he kissed my forehead, "I promise."

Greg could give one heck of a pep talk, with his support, I felt like I could face the world. Walking into the lab I clutched his hand tight. Grissom met us at the door.

"Thank you for coming Annabelle this should only take a minute."

Grissom led us to the observation booth next to one of the interrogation rooms. It was dark, it always was; this was so no one in then next room could tell someone was watching. Greg stood beside me, his fingers intertwined with mine. Sara came in and hugged me.

"How are you holding up?"

"I'll be fine as soon as all this is over."

"Well, it won't be long now."

"Who's handling the interrogation," Greg asked.

"Grissom and Nick," said Catherine who'd just come in, "this one seems to have a problem with women."

"How so," Greg asked.

"See for your self."

Just then the lights came on in the interrogation room. In walked Captain Brass with a woman. I held my breath as I caught a glimpse of the woman who only two days earlier was trying to kill me. I felt Greg's hand squeezing mine tighter, reassuring me of his presence. Grissom and Nick entered the room and I readied myself to hear what this woman had to say.

"Miss Morgan, do you recognize any of these women," Nick laid three pictures in front of the woman; one of Karen Martin, Sandy Carter, and me.

"Please," she said smiling at Nick, "call me Bonnie. And yes, I've seen them."

"You mean you've met these women," Grissom asked.

"Seen them, yes. Met them, not exactly."

"Where have you seen them?"

"At the gym."

"You attend a pretty popular gym," said Nick, "how can you be sure that these women go there?"

"You ever been cheated on," she asked. "You never forget the face of the other woman."

"Excuse me," Grissom asked somewhat confused.

"My fiancé, Jim, he's got a small problem with infidelity. There have been a few other women, but Jim always comes back to me."

"Jim," Grissom said looking through the file in front of him, "by Jim, you mean Jim Becker, the gym owner."

"Yes."

"According to his assistant," Nick said, "Mr. Becker doesn't have a girlfriend."

"She would say that," she scoffed, "you know that slut is the fourth assistant he's had this year. Why do you think that is?

"Perhaps," Grissom ventured, "because the other three quit after receiving death threats." Grissom pulled some print outs from the file. "Three letters of resignation by three different gym employees, all complaining of death threats from an un-named woman."

The woman shifted in her seat, "so."

Grissom produced another print out, "and according to this police report, you assaulted a woman three years ago."

"I caught her with my boyfriend."

"No," said Nick, "you saw her kissing her husband, a co-worker of yours."

"He was leaving her" she demanded. "He loved me."

"He was frightened of you," Grissom added, "He filed a restraining order against you one week before you tried to kill his wife."

"So what is it," Nick asked, "Jim's your new obsession and these girls stepped in on you action?"

"No!" she shouted slamming her fist on the table, "Jim and I are going to get married. Those sluts seduced him, they made him cheat."

"Let's say for a second," Grissom said, "that Jim Becker is your fiancé, and he was cheating with these women; that still doesn't justify murder."

"I didn't kill those bitches. Not that I'm crying over any of them, but I have better thinks to do than off three sluts."

"Who said anything about three murders?" Grissom asked knowing he'd just caught her.

"You did."

"No, I never said these women were dead."

The woman laughed nervously, "It's…it's common knowledge. They've been questioning everyone at the gym about it."

"We've been asking about Karen Martin and Sandy Carter. What makes you think this woman is dead." Nick pointed to my picture.

She didn't have an answer. Her lies had run out.

"You finger prints were found on a frying pan that was used to assault this woman two days ago."

"What was I supposed to do," she said angrily, "sit back and watch her steal my fiancé? I wasn't going to let him cheat again."

"Jim Becker," Nick said, "is not your fiancé, and this woman," he said holding up my picture, "was not trying to seduce him. She's one of us, a CSI investigating the first two murders."

"Slut, cop," she said as Brass was handcuffing her, "it makes little difference. She died all the same."

"Well," Nick said, "that's another thing you're wrong about."

Brass walked her out into the hall where her eyes met mine. As she stared at me I my hold on Greg's hand grew tighter.

"That's impossible." She screamed lunging at me, "I killed you. I saw you; you were dead."

Greg was quick to wrap his arms around me, putting himself between the woman and me. As they dragged her off screaming Grissom turned to check on me.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah," I said not yet leaving Greg's arms, "so what happens now?"

"Now, we get ready for a trial. With the evidence against her and that little outburst, we should be able to convict her without your testimony. So if you don't feel comfortable, you don't have to."

"Thanks Grissom, I'll think about it."

"Well," he said with a sigh, "You've had a rough day, and according you your doctor you're not clear to come back to work until next week so you're free to go home. You should be able to get back into your house in a few days. Greg, we need you back in here tomorrow."

Over the next few days, I found ways to amuse myself while Greg was at work. After my first day back, it was apparent that mine and Greg's relationship was anything but secret. People were more interested in that than my attack. In the weeks that followed, excitement died down and Greg and I got back to normal, in a since. Our nightly coffee stops were traded from spending the night at his place and playful flirts at work escalated to a quick kiss whenever we had the chance. By the time Bonnie Morgan trial came up I was pretty much living at Greg's place. It was never discussed; it just sort of went from being his place to being our place.

Almost one whole month after the attack, Bonnie Morgan was convicted of two counts of first degree murder and one count of attempted murder and sentenced to life without chance of parole. The night of the sentencing everyone decided to go out to celebrate. We all went to Pietro's in the Tropicana. We'd gone through dinner and just before our dessert arrived Greg stood up hushing the table.

"Can I have everyone's attention please? You all know that Anna and I have only been dating for a month now," my heart was racing. What was he getting to? "You may also know that this has been the best month of my entire life." Greg turned and looked at me, "Anna, you are the most incredible person I've ever met. You have made my world so much better; that I can't even think of what life was before I knew you." Suddenly he fell to one knee holding a ring, "Annabelle Elise Hastings, will you be my wife?"

The entire table was silent wait for my answer. Through tear filled eyes, I somehow managed a "yes." As our friends cheered I wrapped my arms around Greg, kissing him. "Oh my God," was all I could say as he put the ring on my finger, a silver band with a beautiful diamond. Looking down at it, I could hardly believe it was happening. I was engaged. I was going to be Mrs. Greg Sanders. "I love you," I said kissing him again.

"I love you, too." He said taking my hand and kissing my newly ringed finger. "With all my heart, forever."

The End

(Ok. Now that I'm a big ol' pile of mush, let me say this. Thank you all so much for reading this story. Without you guys, I wouldn't have had the drive to keep going. I really hope you like it, I'm sorry if you don't. Let me know either way. I will be continuing the Anna/Greg romance in another story, so please stay tuned for that. Until then, thanks for being patient and putting up with my first CSI fic and my first chapter fic all in one. Peace out, guys.)