AN: Tada! The last chapter! I know you are all excited about this (haha) but I must admit that it sucks. I know this, and I also know that it's the best I could do so.. Whatever. If you don't want to read it, that's cool cuz it really does suck.

But the fact that I actually got it out is amazing because tomorrow is the only day this week I have not had rehearsal on top of loads of homework. And next Sunday will be the only day next week I won't be doing something for the play. Because it opens next week (Thursday, Friday, and Saturday) but there are going to be some freakin late rehearsals Tuesday and Wednesday. UGH. I'm going to be so tired.

Oh well. Just read. If you want.

His eyes opened rather suddenly. It didn't take too long to discover where he was and why he was there. There had been the initial confusion and shock, but it faded quickly. He looked around and noticed that he was in his room alone.

Part of him was happy about this.

It wasn't that he didn't want the others in there, because he did, but he didn't want to be asleep with them in there.

He despised the feeling that people were worried about him. It sounded wrong, he knew that, but he had never liked to feel helpless, or have people concerned over him. It just never felt right.

And if they were all in there, him being asleep with all that white gauze and him being all pale and bruised and cut up, not being able to joke around, he could picture them staring down at him with those looks, and he couldn't stand that.

If he was awake, he could at least act as normal as possible.

So for that reason, he was very glad that he had woken up before they came back.

He laid there for a little while, going over his aches and pains, which were slowly coming back now. He knew that he could call in the doctor and get more morphine, but he didn't want that. At least not now. If it got too bad, then sure, but otherwise, he didn't want any drugs in his body.

Time kept passing by and he was getting terribly bored.

He looked down and saw that his feet were uncovered and started to wiggle his toes. He occupied himself with his feet for a little while until his fun was interrupter by a small knock on the wall next to his open door.

He looked over to it and saw Lindsay standing in the doorway, looking at him expectantly. He thought that he would see some of the others with her, but they apparently weren't there.

He smiled warmly to her.

"You gunna just stand there?" The first word was a little rough, but it was much easier to speak now. Pretty much normal.

Lindsay let loose a smile then walked in slowly. She seemed slightly uncomfortable, but Greg knew it was sort of expected.

Actually, when it came down to it, he was glad is was just Lindsay. She had been the only one to keep her head when he first woke up, and best of all, she hadn't seen the tapes of him being beaten and tortured like the others had. She hadn't seen him suffer, which made it much more comfortable for the both of them.

Of course it was hard for the others to see him after watching him go through so much and endure so much pain, but it was also hard for him because they had seen him at some of his very worst times. So the fact that Lindsay hadn't made everything that much better.

"How you doing?" Greg asked as Lindsay took a seat next to his bed.

She looked at him with a confused expression.

"Aren't I suppose to ask you that?"

"Doesn't matter," Greg said simply. "I asked you first."

Lindsay smiled looking a little embarrassed this time, almost like a little girl.

"Well.. Ok. I'm pretty good. Now you."

" Well I'm very good," he answered playfully.

Lindsay smiled and nodded and looked away. Greg did not like the silence.

"What new movies are out?"

Lindsay gave him a very awkward look. It had a hint or worry in it, though Greg couldn't figure out why. He had always liked going to the theater, but ever since he started working in the field, he had lost track of what came out.

"You uh, you sure you're ok?"

Greg laughed. Of course. That was a pretty random thing to say and he could understand why she might think he wasn't all there.

"Yes, I'm fine. I just haven't seen any movies in a while. You know this job takes up so much time."

Lindsay's face loosened, both of them feeling better.

"Oh," she laughed nervously. "I don't really know, there's one with Ashton Kutcher I was wanting to see"

"Oh really. He's pretty funny. But I'm sure you think he's hot.."

Lindsay smiled, but shook her head.

"So, where is everyone?"

"Oh, they're down stairs talking. You want them?' She asked and started to get up. But Greg stopped her.

"Nah. They just make me nervous.'

Lindsay sat back down and cast him another questioning look.


Greg smiled.

"Yeah." He tried to move because he was sick of the one position he was in, but decided immediately that that was a bad idea. "I don't know. It feels weird with everyone so stiff and looking at you like your some freak. I mean, I know they mean well but.. I don't know."

It was then that Lindsay dropped all of her uneasiness and seemed to become real. Like Greg was just another one of her best friends that she could say absolutely anything to and not feel bad about it at all.

"I know exactly what you mean. Like, when I was… you know, everyone kept asking me over and over if I was ok. And then the same thing when my… my Dad died. I don't know. I mean, it just got annoying. I didn't like it."

Greg smile and felt really pleased that it was Lindsay that had come to his room.

"Oh, that's right. Looks like we have quite a bit in common then, huh?"

Lindsay smiled again.

"Yeah, I guess so."

Not too much was said after that. They didn't feel like there was much more that needed to be said. Instead, the tv came on and they watched The Simpson's, and didn't have a care in the world.

They sat like that for a while until Brass came in.

"Hey Greg. You up to that statement, or…"

"No. Now's fine."

Lindsay got up pretty quickly, waved to Greg then left. He would have told her that she could stay, but the truth was, he didn't want her to hear all of it. Heck, he didn't want Brass to either, but he couldn't escape that even if he wanted to so it didn't matter.

"Well," Brass said as he took Lindsay's seat and turned the tv off, "how are you doing, first of all."

"I'm pretty good, how about you?"

Brass smiled.

"I'm good Sanders. Why don't you start from the beginning."

Greg shrugged.

"I was in the bathroom. Don came in there and acted like a victim or a family member. Asked some questions about the lab and then but a gun to my head and told me to walk out of th e building quietly when he found out I was a CSI."

Brass nodded, but didn't look up from his notepad.

"Put me in the back of his car, and tried to knock me out with chloroform, but that didn't work out too well."

Brass looked up this time.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I knew what it was so I didn't breath and just pretended to pass out," he said simply, then continued. "Anyway, he took me to that house, I saw Ben. He didn't do anything to me. Um…"

Greg was amazed at how simple it was to talk about it all. Well, it was simple exactly, but he wasn't getting emotional or anything, he just wanted to get it over with once and for all.

"Well, honestly, you guys saw most of it. So, I'll skip those parts and just tell you what wasn't on the camera, ok?"

Brass nodded.

"Well, after the first… video, Don gave Ben the key to unlock one of my hands and then.. Ben, uh. He helped me eat and, you know like, wiped off some blood and stuff."

So here was the hard part. It definitely was not as easy to talk about anymore. Brass seemed to notice because he was looking up from his notes more with what seemed like his best attempt at a comforting look. Greg couldn't help but smile.

"He fed me a couple times. Gave me water. He even stood up to his dead and tried to get him to stop.. The videos, but Don freaked out and threw him against the wall and knocked him out…"

"Basically, he did about everything he could except call anyone, so I don't really know what that means but…" Greg just trailed off there.

Brass finished writing, then looked up.

"I don't really either. Donald Everett officially died about an hour ago, and Benjamin isn't a minor. He did help you out some, but I don't think it will be enough to keep him out of jail. But that's up to the jury."

Greg nodded sadly. So many lives were messed up now, one completely gone. And all because someone he cared about was taken away from him. Ben, a good kid just a little lost, had lost both of his parents and was probably going to go to jail.

Greg was definitely going to testify and do what he could, but he still figured Ben would go to jail.

Brass did his best to consol Greg, then left to tell the others they could come in.

And when they did, Greg was overwhelmingly pleased, though he didn't show it too much. He just laid there and watched everyone joke around, and knew that no matter what, as long as he had them, nothing was hopeless or completely horrible.

They had become his family and nothing could ever change that. They would always be there for him, and he would likewise be there for them.

And after the last few days of feeling virtually helpless, he saw in them an unmistakable truth: as long as they were with him, he would never be completely powerless.

AN: Man, that was corny. I've decided I'm crap at ending fics, which might be why I have trouble finishing them. I don't really know, but I know this sucked and you can say so if you want. But leave some reviews because its over and I need like.. Some farewell reviews! Haha, thanks everyone!

Loren (cause.A.scene)

Over and Out