Epilogue

Nick had come out of the whole thing with nothing more than a couple of broken ribs and a fracture wrist. His legs were bruised but his torso had taken the most of the impact. The doctor, a nice middle aged man by the name of Dr Tanner, said he could go home in twenty-four hours.

Greg on the other hand had a severe concussion, a deep cut on his arm and bruising pretty much everywhere. It was the wound to his side that had caused the most concern. The doctors were in with him now trying to decide if he had any internal bleeding. It was scary. They had been through so much in the last twelve hours that in the quiet stillness of the hospital it seemed like another life time ago.

Sara halted her pacing and sank into the chair in the waiting room. Waiting room. It was one of those things that did exactly what it said on the tin. They had been waiting in here for what seemed like an age. After a moment the door opened and instead of the doctor they had been expecting Warrick wheeled Nick in. he was fairly messed up, his arm was in a cast, and he was a little pale but he looked ok. Catherine gave them both a level stare.

"Should you be out of bed?"

Warrick looked a little bashful but Nick shrugged slightly. "I'm going nuts in there. Besides, it's not like I'm 'up' up. I got my own ride." He said taping the side of the wheelchair.

"Nice to see you're feeling better." Grissom said with a slight smirk.

"Yeah it's amazing how quickly you can get over being hit by a car when you taste what qualifies as food in this place."

Everyone laughed. It was a rare moment. No one had laughed for the last twelve hours. It was nice.

"How's Greg?" Warrick asked, positioning Nick so he could see everyone before dropping into a chair himself.

"He's with the doctors." Grissom said, not elaborating. In truth that was all they knew but the way he said it was almost as if he was holding back information.

"Crazy night." Nick muttered. Everyone nodded. It had been insane.

"Just another day at the office." Grissom replied with a quirk of his brow.

"What's going to happen now?"

"Emily's being charged. Brass' guys are still out looking for Michael Wade."

"I'll sleep a lot easier once that nut is safely behind bars." Warrick grunted. He was still troubled over the whole thing. It had not been easy seeing Greg like that.

"We'll get him." Grissom replied confidently.

They all stopped talking as the door opened and Dr Tanner entered. He closed it softly behind him and gave Nick a fleeting look before taking a seat. Nick had the decency to at least look embarrassed.

"How is he?" Catherine asked before he had a chance to speak.

"He's doing ok. He's lost a lot of blood but we're transfusing him at the moment. He might be anaemic for a while so I'll prescribe him some iron tablets. I couldn't find any internal bleeding, it's mostly bruising so he'll be sore for a while. Mostly I think he'll need a lot of rest and I'm recommending two weeks off work but truthfully it could have been a lot worse. He was lucky."

Sara couldn't see how he was lucky. He had been abducted, beaten to crap and left to die.

"Thank you Dr Tanner." Grissom said politely. "Can we see him?"

"Of course, but please remember he needs rest so keep it short."

Grissom assured him they would. They all piled down the corridor and into Greg's room. He was propped up in the bed. His face badly bruised, a bandage wrapped around his head and one around his arm. He had his swollen eyes closed but they fluttered open slightly when he heard the commotion of the five of them trying to squeeze into the tiny room. Especially considering Warrick was having some trouble trying to navigate Nick's chair.

"Do you drive this bad?" Nick said once the other man had finally got him into place at the head of Greg's bed. Warrick shrugged.

"The wheels are all wrong on this damn thing."

Nick rolled his eyes.

"Greg." Catherine kissed him on the cheek. "How you doing?"

Greg had watched the entire exchange with an impassive look on his face glanced up at Catherine.

"I'm ok." He said with a slight smile that indicated he was anything but fine. No one pushed him however. They were all just glad he was alive. He glanced at Nick and pulled a face.

"What happened to you?" He croaked out. His throat was still raw.

"I picked a fight with something bigger than me." When Greg looked baffled, Nick continued. "I'm fine, man. The only thing that got really damaged was my pride. I think I left that under the wheels of Emily's car."

Greg looked even more baffled but Grissom spoke before he could ask any more. "We'll talk about it later. When you're feeling better."

His tone left no room for discussion but in all honesty Greg was too exhausted to push the point anyway. He caught Sara's eye and gave her a small smile which she returned briefly. She looked tired, and worried.

"Do you think we get accident pay from the lab for this?" Nick asked suddenly. Grissom looked momentarily amused.

"Why don't you ask Ecklie? I'm sure he'll be happy to discuss it with you."

Nick pulled a face indicating he didn't agree and let it drop. They continued talking about menial issues for a while before Grissom told them it was time to leave. Told being the word, he practically ordered them from the room. Sara didn't move immediately and Grissom turned back, giving her a knowing gaze before leaving himself. For a moment neither of them spoke.

"I'm glad you're ok." Sara said. "I was so worried about you."

"I was pretty worried about myself." Greg admitted quietly. "I really thought that was the end for me."

She moved closer to him, reaching out to touch him but she pulled her hand back at the last minute. Instead she took a seat.

"We never gave up on you."

"I know." He said. "Thank you." He truly meant it as well.

She gave him a faint smile. "You'll be ok, you know?"

He took a deep shuddering breath and nodded. "I know. It's just a lot to get my head around. Its not every day some crazy lunatic tries to kill you."

Usually she would have given him a frustrated glare for talking like that but she didn't. She merely sighed. Greg would be ok. It would take time but she had no doubts in her mind that he would pull through this. She also knew it wasn't just Greg who would carry the scars of this incident. The entire team would. They had been betrayed by one of their own and it had nearly cost Greg his life. It was no wonder they didn't trust new people.

"I know Grissom doesn't want me to know but I have to. What happened?" Greg asked.

Sara paused, wondering if she should tell him but finally relented. She told him everything. About Emily helping Michael, how she had fixed the evidence to stop him being caught, how she had stolen his keys. She didn't leave anything out. She didn't think she could face telling it again. When she had finished she watched him carefully waiting for a response but he didn't speak for a long time. Sara began to worry she had made a mistake telling him but then he sighed.

"I guess that means we're down a DNA tech."

"I guess so." Sara replied.

He laughed suddenly. Sara frowned at him, wondering if he had lost his mind.

"I guess what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger huh?"

Sara gave him a strange look. "Yeah, I suppose so." She shook her head. "Has anyone ever told you that you're a magnet for trouble?"

He laughed again and after a moment she joined him. The last twelve hours had been madness but it was over now. All they had to do was put the pieces of their lives back together again.


A/N well folks, this is the end. sorry its gone at break neck speed. I really hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks to everyone who took the time to review your comments were really appreciated. Considering this was my first CSI Fanfic I think it went pretty well! I'm thinking of writing a sequel so watch this space!