I thought I’d update the next day! Aren’t I nice? Don’t answer that…

Here is the final chapter!

Chapter Fifteen: The dead choose death

He heard screams as he fell to the ground, landing face down. He probably looked dead, but he wasn’t. Not yet at least.

His stupid dad missed everything important! Who the hell messes up slitting someone’s throat? Like come on.

Lying here in pain bleeding to death isn’t the way he wanted to go, hell now that he really thought about it he didn’t want to die.

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Dads POV

All the cops and CSI’s were way to busy not believing what they saw. A dead Greg Sanders on the ground.

No one had eyes on him, this was his chance. He pushed a button in his pocket. It was meant for later, to blow up all the officers when they were coming in. Since they were already in he had no choice then it happened.

A huge explosion came from behind the cops and CSI’s knocking them all over and out.

His wife was now in that pile but who cares? He sure didn’t. He turned around when…

--(--)--

He new, with out looking up, that no one had eyes on his dad. God people were getting stupider by the minute!

(All his anger and hate was now starting to leak out slowly. He was sure if someone didn’t do something quickly he was going to burst. And no one wanted that to happen).

Then an explosion came and he could felt extreme heat on his shoulders and top of his head.

God he hoped it didn’t kill anyone. Cause if it did then… WAIT! Now I can get my father! It’s my only chance.

He could hear his dad shuffling his feet as he turned around to open the door. He was so not letting that happen so he…

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He looked down and saw his son grab the knife he had dropped. What the? Wasn’t he dead?

In his moment of thinking Greg got up slowly, the knife in hand. He wasn’t going to let him get away with what he had done.

He brought the knife up high with two hands and brought it down hard on his dad. Unfortunately his dad came out of the thinking process and grabbed his son arms to stop him about an inch from his face.

“You’re supposed to be DEAD!” yelled his father.

“Well if you weren’t so stupid then you would have hit the ARTERY!” hissed Greg.

Phil pulled back toward the door so he had something to push his back against.

“OK, on three I’ll push against the door making Greg loose balance then I can run!” he planned in his head. “One, two, THREE!”

He pushed Greg as hard as he could, and in like his plan Greg lost balance landing on his back. What was unexpected was that Greg would keep hold. His dad came tumbling down and landed on Greg.

He quickly got on his knees grabbing the knife from Greg and aiming at him. He was about to bring it down when he heard a click. He turned around to see…

--+--+--

All he could remember was something exploding behind him then nothing.

He looked around and saw the pile of cops. Which just happen to be 5 and his fellow co-workers lying on the ground bleeding and burnt.

He looked up more and saw Greg fighting with his dad. Wasn’t Greg dead though? Well if he was then he wouldn’t be fighting! Or moving for that matter.

He got up as best as he could with out hurting himself too much. Forgetting his friends for the minute.

He starting limping over to Greg, he needed help. How was he going to teach Greg self confidence lessons if he was dead!

Greg and his dad had noticed him yet. That was good thing.

He picked up a gun one of the police officers had dropped and held it in his sweaty slightly shaking hands. He cocked it and aimed it. This got their attention.

“Nick?”

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Greg looked up and saw Nick standing there holding a gun pointing it at him!

“Nick?” he said in a shaky voice.

“Greg you put me through unnecessary pain, so I’m going to repay the favor” said Nick with hatred in is his voice.

“What, Nick what the hell are you doing?” said Greg with just as much hatred in his voice.

This surprised Nick, Greg sounded really angry.

“What does it look like? I’m going to kill you, then your father. I’m going to make it look like a murder/suicide” replied Nick.

“Whatever! As long as you do it PROPERLY!” shouted Greg looking at his dad then back at Nick.

He almost dropped his gun when he heard Greg say that. He wanted to die?

He aimed the gun back at Greg and moved at the last minute pulling the trigger. It hit mister Sanders right in the head.

“What the HELL!” shouted Greg. “Is your aim really that bad!”

“What! Greg I just saved your ass and you’re complaining?” said Nick unbelieving.

Greg got up slowly brushing dirt off of him.

“Greg I was lying about all that stuff I said. I was playing; I wanted your father to think you were going to die so he would leave you alone. I didn’t mean any of it. That is the truth”.

Greg gave him an evil glare that turned into a frightened face.

“Are you okay Greg?” asked Nick, worry evident in his voice.

“Nick, duck!” said Greg grabbing Nick and pulling him down.

A gunshot filled the room. Good thing they ducked or they would have been dead.

“What?” Nick said and turned around to find…

--+--)--

Greg was about to reply when he saw his mom aiming a gun at them. He got them out of the way in time, thankfully.

He saw Nick turned around to see his mom. The police hadn’t enough time to cuff her, that was bad.

“Greg, this is yours and your friends last night on his earth. I’ll make sure it won’t be a painful death”.

She cocked the gun and ‘BAM’. It wasn’t her gun though it was…

--&--)--(--

“Holy SHIT! You just shot my mom!” exclaimed Greg.

“Well Greg it was either you die or she dies so sorry for making the decision for you” said Warrick sarcastically.

“You could of, you know not shot her Warrick” said Nick.

“Ya think a man would be grateful, but nooo you have to start whining!” complained Warrick.

After all commotion the cops and the rest of the CSI’s started to wake up.

“Ugh” moaned Catherine and Sara.

“Call an ambulance, man” said Nick to Warrick.

Warrick did so and closed his phone before they figured out he just called.

Greg lay back on the ground, not to look dead but because his head was starting to spin.

Warrick and Nick hurried over to everyone to make sure they were ‘all right’.

“No I’m not all right, Greg is dead and I’m in serious pain!” said Catherine with a tear.

“Greg isn’t dead, Cath. His dad missed all the arteries” said Nick.

“I think you hit your head to hard, Nicky” Catherine said.

“No I didn’t, see look” said Nick pulling her up to her feet.

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Greg had his eyes closed now, it was getting annoying seeing dots.

He heard someone come closer to him but he didn’t care.

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“Greg” said Nick softly while shaking him.

“What?” he said without opening his eyes.

“Oh my god!” Catherine cried.

She went over to Greg and picked him up in her arms.

“Greg you scared the shit out of me!” she said while kissing his forehead.

“Sorry” he muttered.

Catherine turned her head around and shouted “You guys! Come here!”

All the CSI’s and Brass came over.

“Catherine why are hugging a dead body?” asked Sara.

“I’M NOT DEAD FOR THE LAST TIME!” shouted Greg.

“Holy!” said Sara and Brass jumping back.

Just then ambulance sirens came in to ear shoot. After a few seconds it parked in front of the building, well the rest of it.

“Where is he?” shouted one of the EMT’s.

“Over here” replied Grissom. “I think we all need to go to the hospital” he added.

The EMT called Henry nodded. Him and his partner got Greg on a stretcher and wheeled him out.

“Only two of you can come in the ambulance” said Henry.

“Nick and Catherine go” said Grissom.

They nodded and got into the ambulance.

--AT THE HOSPITAL--

Everyone had gotten fixed up from the blast. The only ones they needed to know if they were fine was Greg and Nick.

“Gregory Sanders or Nicholas Stokes?” said a doctor.

“We’re here for both of them” said Catherine while raising her hand.

The doctor nodded and stepped further in the waiting room.

“I’m Doctor Hith, I’m Gregory’s doctor and Nicholas’s” he said putting his hand out.

Catherine and Grissom shook his hand.

“Are you Gregory’s parents?” he asked them.

“Ah, no, co-workers the same for Nick” corrected Catherine.

Doctor Hith nodded and sat down. “Well I’m going to tell you their conditions”.

“Gregory has a slit throat but it didn’t hit anything important, just about an inch away from his artery. He has a broken arm two broken ribs. He has a few bruises and cuts on his face, arms, legs, and torso. He also has first degree burns in his shoulders and top of his head. He also lost a lot of blood”.

The doctor paused to let it sink it before he continued.

“Nick as you call him has concussion and a broken collar bone. He has a sprained ankle and a broken wrist. He also has a broken rib. Nick has minor to major cuts all around his body as long as bruises. He has second and first degree burns on the front of his body. That about sums it up”.

“Can we see them now?” asked Warrick.

“We had them put the in the same room just to make it easier,

So yes you can see them, but be warned Gregory is still getting a blood transfusion. They’re in room 266. Oh and sorry but only one person is aloud in at a time”.

The doctor left with a smile and closed the door.

The CSI’s walked up to room 266 and sat down but Catherine went to the door and saw Greg asleep and Nick staring at him protectively with half open eyes.

Catherine walked in first with a smile.

“Hey Nick, how are you?” she asked quietly.

“Fine, I’m fine” he said with his eyes still on Greg.

“He’s not going anywhere” she said with a small chuckle.

Nick let out a sigh “I know, but if I paid more attention to him this would of never happened”.

“Nick” she said while taking a seat next to him. “This isn’t your fault; it’s no ones fault but Kallea and Phil’s fault”.

“I know, but now I know about Greg’s parents and I feel so bad about how I was never there for him when he needed someone. I’m supposed to be like his bigger brother. I’m supposed to protect him. But I didn’t, I didn’t do my part” he whispered the last word.

“Nick, you were there for him when this happened. You went after him when you didn’t have to. You saved him from being killed. So don’t you ever say you weren’t there for him, because you were”.

Nick gave Cath a little smile. “Thanks”.

That’s when Greg let out a whimper.

Catherine got out of her seat and kneeled next to Greg.

“Shh, Greg it’s all right, you’re safe now” she soothed while pushing his hair back.

He opened his eyes slowly and saw Catherine sitting next to him.

“H-hi Catherine” he whispered with his hoarse voice.

“It’s okay Greg you’re safe you’re in the hospital” she said

He smiled “thanks Catherine”.

--A MONTH LATER--

“Hey Greg, are you ready to go home?” asked Grissom.

“Yeah” said Greg in his still hoarse voice with down cast eyes.

“Is something wrong Greg?” he asked.

“Ah, yeah, I just can’t help thinking how close I was to losing my life. I almost lost it more then once too! I just want to know why I didn’t die”.

“Greg you didn’t die because it wasn’t your time. You’re a fighter and I believe it will take a whole lot more to keep you down”.

“Thanks Griss” said Greg with a small smile.

“Remember only the dead choose death, not people”.

“Who said that?” asked Greg.

“I did”.

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Well there it is my first story, now complete. I hope you enjoyed it:)

Bye till my next story/chapter,

karmine