A/N: Okay, so this is the final part. As always, I don't own CSI, CBS, or any known entity. The idea Greg had last chapter with the bandanna and Mandy's glasses was adapted from a scene in MASH, and so is a line in here. I don't own them, and I'm sorry I forgot to say that before. And Maverick is actually George Eads' dog (so obviously I don't own him), but I thought it'd be fun to put him in here.

Having said all that, it's been fun having you guys all along for the ride, and I hope you've enjoyed it as much as I have. I should have an update for "Hate Me" soon as well, for those of you enjoying that. As always, enjoy and please review. :)

Invisible City- Conclusion

Greg sighed, stretching as he woke up once again in Nick’s guest room. He kept his eyes closed, enjoying the view of the back of his eyelids. He was exhausted, more so than he could ever remember being. He could smell Nick making breakfast in the other room as he wandered into the bathroom, eyes still closed. At this point, he’d learned where everything was in Nick’s house so he didn’t crash into anything anymore. The only object he could never predict was Nick’s dog, Maverick, who barked from the doorway. “Wait your turn,” Greg joked sleepily. He heard Nick walk down the hall, stopping outside the bathroom.

“Greg, how many times do I have to tell you to close the door?” Nick grumbled from his spot beside the door. “Just because you can’t see doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t.”

“Eh, I thought you’d be used to it by now.” Greg finished his business, eyes still closed.

“Tired?”

“Just a little.”

“That’s what you get for pissing Ecklie off.”

“I’m glad I still have a job, but I didn’t think he’d make me clean his office so much. I can’t believe he made me do it every day for an entire week.”

“Well, you did make a pretty big mess in there. You had it coming.”

“Lindsey did it too.”

“But you didn’t rat her out. You’re a good boy.” Greg shrugged.

“I didn’t see any reason for the kid to get dragged into his punishment.”

“Did you learn your lesson?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Greg retorted. “When’s food?”

“When you finally open your eyes so you don’t spill your coffee all over yourself.” Greg opened his eyes, blinking as they tried to adjust to the light. The haze that had been blurring his vision for a couple weeks now cleared completely, and he gasped. “What?” Nick asked, worried.

“I can see,” Greg said. “It’s clear! I can see!” Nick smiled widely at his friend’s enthusiasm, laughing softly as the younger man started dancing with Maverick. “I can see, I can see, I can seeeeeeeeeeee!!”

“That’s awesome, man,” he said. “Congrats.”

“Thanks.” Greg sat down, eating breakfast, happier than he could ever remember being. Nick couldn’t help but laugh to himself at Greg’s happiness. He was just as happy that the kid could see again. After breakfast, Greg helped clean up as he calmed down. Greg changed and called Grissom, while Nick called Lindsey. Afterward, the two sat on Nick’s balcony, drinking lemonade.

“You’re lucky,” he said softly to the younger man. Greg smiled.

“I got lucky twice,” he replied thoughtfully. “I got the chance to experience life and the world without sight, and then I got it back again.” Nick looked at the young man, who had a permanent smile on his face. He patted Greg’s arm, and the smile grew wider. They stayed on Nick’s balcony, watching the sunset. “I’ll never take this sight for granted again.”

“I won’t either.” Greg looked over at him, and Nick smiled.

“Hey, Nick, can I ask you a question?”

“Sure. What’s up?”

“Remember how I told you that I saw Demitrius?”

“Yeah.”

“He said something to me that I really can’t get out of my head.”

“What’s that?”

“He told me that you killed someone before.” Nick nodded, not really commenting. “That true?”

“Yeah, sorta. I mean, I didn’t do anything wrong, but I blamed myself and a lot of other people did too.”

“Who?”

“Jake Ryan. He was a drug dealer in Dallas. He knifed a girl on the street, and then stole a car to hightail it out of there. I was on the PD at the time, so I pursued the guy in my car. He made a quick turn and we collided head on. He didn’t make it, but he also almost killed me and my partner.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. It was ages ago.”

“Is that why you became a CSI?”

“Not exactly. I wanted to start out at the lab, but there wasn’t any openings, so I became a cop. When they had an opening, I jumped at the chance.” Greg nodded, and Nick took a drink from his almost empty glass. He looked down at his watch before looking at Greg. “ C’mon, kiddo, it’s time to go to work.” Greg smiled.

“I never thought I’d ever want to go back so bad.” Nick laughed.

“Yeah, I bet. Just stay clear of Ecklie.” Greg laughed heartily.

“Deal.” The pair went inside, readying themselves for the night.

THE END