Two downcast CSI's sat side by side on the cold, hard concrete stairs, hidden in a far corner of the parking garage. Police and Bomb Squad members milled about. Catherine Willows was somewhere in the parking garage, talking to law enforcement, but Greg and Morgan just sat in silence. Each were lost in their own thoughts about the bombs they had diffused a short time ago. They sat close to each other, bodies touching from shoulders to knee. The warmth the other provided, proving they were still alive.

Greg put his head in his hands, rubbing his face slowly. Images of the three wires kept popping into his mind. Catherine's voice, praying that they were cutting the right wire echoed in this thoughts, a reminder of how close they came to death.

He raised his head and looked over at Morgan. He'd led her over to the stairs and she'd hardly moved once she sat down. Once the adrenaline of disarming the bomb had worn off, she'd gotten very quiet. She'd managed to give her statement to a police officer, but other than that, Greg didn't think he'd heard her say anything for the last thirty minutes. He'd figured she needed a few minutes to unwind and process things. But she seemed to be retreating into herself. He noticed her hands were still trembling, clasped in her lap. Reaching over to her hands, Greg softly wrapped them around them in his own.

"Are you doing okay?" He whispered.

"Not really." she replied shakily. "I'm sorry." she whispered, not even looking up from watching her hands tremble.

Greg put a comforting arm around her shoulders, resting his chin on her head. He kept his other hand covering Morgan's clasped, trembling hands. They remained like that until Catherine noticed them and walked briskly over.

"Greg, you two are all done here. Do you want to take Morgan back to Headquarters and then take her home?" Catherine looked with concern at Morgan's trembling hands. Morgan was a tough woman, but she didn't seem to be handling the aftermath of the bombs very well.

"Sure Catherine." Said Greg, rising up off of the step.

"Can I have a word with you first, Greg?" Catherine beckoned to Greg as he walked down the steps and he followed her a discreet distance away from Morgan, who still hadn't moved.

"Greg, how is Morgan handling this? She looks pretty rattled. The department crisis counselor is here somewhere. Do you think that we should get Morgan to speak to her before leaving?" Catherine glanced in Morgan's direction.

Greg did the same, seeing the pale woman sitting on the steps, lost in her own thoughts.

"It might not be a bad idea. She looks pretty rattled." Said Greg, running his hand through his hair. He was becoming more concerned for Morgan as time went on. He'd seen her after her kidnapping, and shooting a suspect dead. Both times she was rattled, but her tough exterior came though not long after each incident. She had been able to be professional, but time was different.

"Do you think you will be able to take her home and stay with her a bit if she needs it? Her dad is going to be quite busy now and he won't be available." Catherine searched Greg's eyes. She could see his concern reflecting back in his brown eyes. She knew at one point Greg had a little crush on Morgan, but as she didn't work with the Lab anymore, she wasn't sure if he still felt that way. She felt she needed to add a little warning.

"Keep it platonic though. You don't want to do anything you regret the next day." Catherine blurted out. "I've been in a similar position a few times in my CSI days and almost dying can lead people to do things the wouldn't ordinarily do."

Greg's eyebrows rose but he couldn't think of anything to say in response. Taking advantage of Morgan was the last thing on his mind. He walked back over to her. Squatting down, he took her hands in his once again. Her eyes rose to meet his. She looked so frightened and fearful. He resisted the urge to take her in his arms and hold her.

"Look, the Crisis counselor is here. I think you should talk to her before we leave." Greg said quietly.

"No, Greg. I just want to get out of here. I need to get out of here. Can you please take me home?" Morgan stood up suddenly. Greg stood up too, still holding her hand. Her big blue eyes met his and she pleaded with her eyes for Greg to take her home.

Greg spent the next couple of minutes arguing with Morgan. Finally, he agreed to take her home, on the condition that Morgan was to be properly debriefed the next day. He knew there'd be mandatory counselled sessions anyway. Greg choose to give her what would make her most comfortable immediately. He put his arm on the small of her back and gently guided her to the Denali. He held the car door open for her as she climbed in.

Greg got in the driver's seat and allowed silence to fill the car. He maneuvered out of the parking lot and onto the main road. They drove in silence for a few minutes, before Greg felt he had to say something.

"Look Morgan, you're a great CSI and we've been through many dangerous situations. We can get through this."

Morgan raised her head and looked at Greg. What she was about to say would be a shock to him. It wasn't a shock to her. She had made peace with her decision not too long ago. Tonight had solidified her resolve to implement her new plan. One thing that had been holding her back from announcing her plan was sitting beside her, eyes flickering from the road to her and back. She was a little worried what her team would think. Would they think of her as weak? Unable to handle the job? She loved solving crimes but continually being in danger was getting on her nerves.