...and people heal from that at different rates. Now that you're out, it's over for you. The fear is gone because you know that you are okay.

I pondered long and hard about what Grissom had told me. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that he was right. I just had to give them time, they would come around and be their old selves. Sure, I didn't understand why they were so afraid, but I guess I didn't need to, I guess I just had to trust Grissom. He said that sooner or later things would be normal, and I believed him.

I had the day off, and I was a little unsure of what I wanted to do. I'd thought about heading to the lab to see if anyone needed my help with anything, but I decided against that. If I was there, then I would have to face them in this fearful state they were in. I didn't want that, I wanted to think of them as they used to be.

Finally, I decided that I would just go for a drive. It was just my luck, as soon as I turned on the radio, it was playing the song I'd listened to before everything happened.

It was was Christmas in Las Vegas when the locals take the town, Theresa hit a streak and laid her waitress apron down, she was playing penny poker, over at the old gold spike, she tired of Texas hold em, so she switched to let it ride.

As I heard the words spill from the speaker, it filled me with an uneasy tension. Usually, I would love to sing along with this song, but now, I didn't even want to hear it. In one swift motion I reached over and turned the radio off. Grissom was wrong... this wasn't over for me.

I guess I never really realized that I was left in fear because of what happened. I was so busy wondering why everyone else had changed to see that I too felt the same fear I did. What if something like this happens again to me... or to someone else? I quickly pushed that thought out of my head.

When I went into work the next day, I found out that changes were in the works to have all of us working on the same shift. I also found out that Grissom had talked to everyone about what I had mentioned before.

They all began to apologize for being over-protective, so I smiled and told them that it was okay. I wasn't going to mention anything about the fear I still had, because I wanted them to be their old selves.

Warrick, and I were assigned to investigate a murder at one of the casinos on the strip. I hoped that in working on this case, I would get my mind off of everything. We arrived at the scene, and Warrick decided that he would question some of the witnesses, while I processed the evidence.

I got out my camera and started taking shots of the D. B., and the surrounding area. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted something small and shiny, so I walked over to see what it was. As I walked over, I slipped on my gloves so that I could pick up whatever the item was.

"This looks like a filling..." I said out loud to myself as I got a close up look at the tiny piece of metal.

I took a picture then, bagged it and returned to a standing position so I could see if there was anything else in the area. Over in the corner of the room I saw something white, but I couldn't quite make out what it was. Once I walked over and saw what it was, I gasped, dropping the camera. I starred down at the item on the ground--a white Styrofoam cup.

"A little jumpy today are we, Nick?" Warrick asked from behind me. I hadn't heard him walk over.

"Yeah, but it's okay... I'm fine," I laughed.

Warrick wasn't going to be so easily fooled.

"You're fine eh? It's not everyday that someone who is fine drops a camera at the sight of a Styrofoam cup..." Warrick trailed off, realizing why I had become so jumpy at the sight of the cup, "it's okay man... I can bag that for you."

I shook my head, claiming that I could do it myself, but Warrick ended up bagging it anyway.

"You're still shook up about what happened aren't you?" Warrick asked me.

I didn't want to tell him that I was, I wanted everyone to be normal again. If they knew that I was still scared from what happened, they would just become even more overprotective. I tried to tell him that it was nothing, but he wasn't believing a word I was saying.

"Nick, it's okay to be upset, or scared, or anything else. I can't even imagine how terrifying being in there had to be for you. I'm sorry that everyone is acting differently... but we all just need some time to heal, you know? Even you... we all just need some time to heal," Warrick explained.

I was shocked. Never have I heard him say anything like that. He was right, but it was still shocking to hear something like that come from him.

I nodded. I've always been the emotional type, so it was really hard to hold back the few tears forming in my eyes. I didn't want to cry in front of Warrick.

For a moment, none of us spoke, until Warrick finally broke the silence, "Come on man, we've got a crime scene to process."