Authors Note: This is it, ladies and gents. Hope you have enjoyed reading this as much as I have enjoyed writing this. Many thanks for all the reviews and keep your eyes peeled for some new stuff by me in the near future. Wait, forgot, school work calls….okay, look for me in the not-so-near future.

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Sara drank in the familiarity of the crime lab as she walked through the halls that she knew so well. It felt so good to be back. To their credit, no one at the lab asked any questions about the accident. Instead they overwhelmed her with flowers and well wishes. It took her almost half an hour to go twenty feet down the hall. Every time she started to move forward again there was someone else in front of her. She finally reached the break room where the rest of the team was waiting. It wasn't until she had hugged everyone and reassured them that she was doing fine that she noticed that someone was notably missing.

"Where's Greg?" she asked. Grissom's eyes clouded for a moment. He and Greg hadn't spoken since the day Sara had emerged from the coma.

"I haven't seen him yet. Are you sure he was starting back today?" he said trying to keep his voice neutral.

"I'm positive. He and I were going to start back together. I hope everything's okay" she said worriedly.

There was a knock at the door. One of the young secretaries was standing there with an envelope in her hand.  "Mr. Grissom? This just arrived for you sir. It's marked 'Urgent'. I hope….Sara!" She exclaimed suddenly. "Oh my God girl, how are you doing?"

Seeing that Sara was momentarily occupied, Grissom took the opportunity to open the envelope. The note inside was short but he knew without glancing at the name who it was from. He read and reread the note quickly to make sure he understood right. He stole a glance at Sara. She was still engaged in an animated conversation with the secretary. He made his way to the door, catching Catherine's eye in the process. She carefully sidled over to him.

"What's up?" she asked, noting the worry etched in his eyes.

"I have to go try and take care of something. Keep an eye on Sara, ok?" With that, he slipped out of the room and headed for his car. He glanced at his watch.

He only hoped he would make it to the airport in time.

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How the hell did we wind up like this
Why weren't we able
To see the signs that we missed
And try to turn the tables

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The airport was extraordinarily busy for ten o'clock on a Monday morning. Or did it just seem that way because time was of the essence right now? Grissom hurried through the busy terminal. He consulted the schedule and found what he was looking for. He hurried to Gate 22: Las Vegas to Tampa. He resisted the urge to force the throngs of people out of his way. They didn't realize the situation he was in. How could they?

He heard the call announcing the boarding of the Tampa-bound flight. He finally saw him, in the line that was beginning to make its way on to the plane. Ignoring social conventions (now was not the time) he pushed his way through and grabbed his target by the elbow.

"Hey! What the hell-?" said Greg sharply. He stopped when he saw who it was.

"Hi Greg" said Grissom softly.

Greg glanced at the line of people that was making their way to the plane, then back at Grissom. "Grissom, I've got a plane to catch."

"Not until you tell me what you think you're doing" replied Grissom.

"I explained it all in the note"

"All you said was that you couldn't stay here anymore and that I should make sure that Sara is okay." exclaimed Grissom.

"Well that about sums it up" said Greg. "I have to go. I can't pretend anymore."

"Can't pretend what anymore?"

Was he really that dense? Greg gestured wildly in the air. "I can't pretend that everything is okay when it is so clearly not. I can't pretend that things haven't changed when they so clearly have. And I can't pretend I am wanted here when I am so clearly not."

"Greg, I-"

Greg interrupted. "Save it Grissom. My plane's about to leave and I need to be on it".

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I wish you'd unclench your fists
And unpack your suitcase
Lately there's been too much of this
Don't think it's too late

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Grissom hurried to find words. He grabbed Greg's arm again to prevent him from walking away. "Greg, listen to me. I know things have been awful between us lately, but that doesn't mean that we can't fix them. There is always room for starting over."

Greg gave a bitter laugh. "Funny, the last time we talked, I remember you saying that you couldn't make peace with me, because you couldn't make peace with your life. So which is it Grissom? 'Let's make peace' or 'Sorry, no chance of that'? Because you can't have it both ways."

"Greg, I will admit that I came down hard on you during that last conversation. But I have had a lot of time to think since then. I have made my peace with the situation."

"Yet it's not until you're faced with me leaving that you bother to come and talk to me about it. Yeah, I can tell you really wanted to work through the problem."

Grissom was getting desperate. "Greg think about what this will do to Sara. She needs you."

Greg sighed. "Yes, she does. But she'll have to learn to live without me for a while. She'll be okay; she always is."

Grissom studied the set look on Greg's face. There was not going to be any changing his mind. "So. That's it, huh?"

"Looks like it."

"What do we say now?" Grissom asked. Greg thought for a moment.

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Well I hoped that since we're here anyway
We could end up saying
Things we've always needed to say

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"I think we've said all we can say." said Greg finally. "What's done is done, and you can't erase the past, and so on and so forth."

"I really wish you wouldn't go" said Grissom.

"What you really wish is that I would stay so we could put on an act that everything worked out in the end. You wish I would stay so you won't have to feel guilty because I left."

"When did you become so hateful?" Grissom snapped, starting to lose his patience.

Greg's eyes grew sorrowful. "Around the same time you lost all faith in me."

Grissom felt a sharp pang in his chest. "Greg, I'm sorry. I truly am."

Greg shrugged and picked up his bag. "Too little, too late."

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Now the story's played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Lets rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a Hollywood horror

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"Is this how it has to end?" asked Grissom. He knew the answer, yet he feared hearing Greg say it.

"I'm afraid so. Take care of everyone for me. Tell them I'm sorry and that I will miss them."

"Will you ever come back this way again Greg?"

Greg smiled sadly. "Someday. I don't know when, but I will make it back here someday."

He began the slow lonely walk to the gate so that he could board the plane that would take him away from here. Grissom made one last plea.

"You don't have to leave you know" he called to Greg. "Don't take the coward's way out."

Greg turned and faced him one last time. "Well, I tried being the hero, and that didn't turn out so good for me either. Bye Grissom"

And he walked away and out of their lives.

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Someday, somehow
gonna make it alright but not right now
I know you're wondering when

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** "Someday" by Nickelback. (2003) **