That night was one of the most terrifying I had ever faced. And I wasn't even terrified for myself. I can remember it clearly, as if it had just happened. I guess that's only because I almost lost him. Here, let me tell you about it.

Flashback:

I had been sitting in the lab, a cup of Blue Hawaiian nestled in my hands, just resting my eyes. (That's what we all say so we don't get in trouble). Next thing I know, the door flies open, hitting the wall with a loud thud and Grissom is standing there.

"Andy, I need you to get to the alley where Greg radioed from."

I shot up, now I was alert, and spilled coffee all over myself and the floor.

"Why? What's wrong?"

"It's Greg."

Different scenarios flashed through my mind, none of them good. I hoped he was okay. Everything was a blur as I raced through the lab to get to my Denali. The only thought on my mind was "get to Greg." I'm sure I knocked people over in my rush, I don't remember and I honestly don't care. I just needed to get to Greg. In the Denali, I flew. I'm sure I was 50 mph over the speed limit, but that didn't matter. I had my sirens and lights on, which came in handy when you needed to get somewhere fast. When I pulled up to the scene, the first thing that came in my line of vision was his Denali with the broken windows. I saw the first victim, on the ground unconscious being taken care of by the paramedics. They were loading him onto the gurney. A little further away, was Greg. I made a beeline for him, dodging cops and paramedics on my way. I saw Sarah talking to Brass, but my priority was Greg. What I saw when I got to him made tears prick my eyes and run down my face in little streams. He was almost unrecognizable, his face was bloody and swollen, and it looked like he had a hard time opening his eyes. I kneeled next to him and put a hand on the top of his head.

"Greg sweetie."

"Andy?"

"Yes baby, I'm here."

"Sarah already got the skin from under my nails and the spit on my vest."

"Greg, I'm not here for DNA, I'm here for you."

I ran my fingers through his hair as he laid there. Someone tapped my shoulder, I turned around and it was Sarah.

"Andy, when they take him to the hospital, you're going to go with him. I'll take your Denali back to the lab with the spit and epithelials to be processed. He needs you."

I gave her a small, almost invisible smile.

"Thank you Sarah."

I was about to turn back to Greg, but the paramedics came over to take him next. I watched as they loaded him onto his own gurney and walked behind them as the wheeled him over to the ambulance. I heard Greg's voice call my name.

"Andy."

"I'm right here Greg."

"Please stay with me."

I looked at the paramedics.

"Please?" I begged.

He nodded. I climbed into the ambulance and sat myself next to Greg. I took his hand and held it. Getting to the hospital is foggy. I just remember holding his hand. When we got there, I was directed to a waiting room while they took Greg away. It seemed like hours before the doctor came out.

"Family of Greg Sanders?"

I stood up and the doctor beckoned me over, explaining everything. Only one question crossed my mind.

"Can I see him? Please?"

I must have looked absolutely pathetic, because he nodded and brought me to the room. I walked inside and pulled up a chair next to his bed.

"Hey Andy."

"Greg," I managed to get out but then I broke down.

"Andy, baby what's wrong?"

"I was scared. No terrified."

"Scared of what?"

"Losing you Greg."

He took my hand tightly in his own.

"Babe, I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me."

"Promise?"

"I promise. I love you too much to leave just yet."

I smiled.

"I love you too Greg."

We sat there together, grasping each other's hands. It was the calmest part of that night. It was also the happiest part. And it was all because of Greg Sanders.

Present:

Hectic night, don't you think? That was a year ago, to the day. And guess what. He hasn't left me yet.