A/N: It's me again, I have six of these written already so I am posting them all at once, enjoy!

When Greg didn't show up for the second day in a row that was when Nick began to worry. Grissom wasn't saying much and he knew Greg was never one not come to work even if he was deathly ill. Nick knew something else was wrong, something else had happened.

"Before I hand out assignments we will be getting Tonya from days for a week."

"Why what's going on?" Catherine asked as she took a sip from her coffee.

"Greg will be out for a week he an emergency back home."

"What happened?"

"His grandfather passed away." The room fell silent and Nick it was because they all knew how much Papa Olaf meant to Greg and how hard he was probably taking this. "I wouldn't try calling him yet though, give him some time he'll be back in town on Thursday." They all nodded not knowing what else to say, but Nick had already made a decision he was lucky that Grissom had given him two days off in a row already.

Greg heard his phone ring but he didn't want to answer it knowing it was probably someone from work. The funeral was in two hours and he was still trying to prepare himself, he felt numb because this was going to be the hardest thing he ever had to do.

"Greg honey can I come in?"
"Sure mom." His mother stepped into the room and he could see how red her eyes were, they probably mirrored his own.

"We're going to be leaving soon, make sure everything is ready."

"Ok." He nodded. Greta Sanders walked closer to her son, touching his hand softly.

"I know it's hard honey."

"I didn't even get to say goodbye." He choked out and his mother pulled him into a tight embrace.

"He knew how much you loved him honey, he knew." His mother whispered into his hair. He doesn't remember how long they stayed like that, but it didn't matter all that mattered was having his mother cradle him in her arms as if he was still a young boy.

The figure hovered in the background, but Greg could sense his presence he didn't even have to look up to know who it was.

"I didn't expect to see you here."



"I had some time and this just seemed like the place to be."

"You flew all the way here Nick, why?"

"You're my friend Greg and I know how much your Papa Olaf meant to you."

"I'm glad you're here." Greg whispered, still not believing Nick Stokes had come to San Francisco just to make sure he was ok. "I just can't believe he's gone."

"No one is ever gone Greg." Nick said moving closer to Greg. "They'll always remain here." He placed his hand on Greg's chest. "In your heart."

"Nick…" Greg felt the tears well in his eyes and he let Nick pull him into a warm embrace, cherishing the feeling of being in his strong arms. Slowly they pulled away from each other, and Greg could see so much in Nick's dark eyes. Nick smiled softly and brought a hand up to cup Greg's cheek. Their lips met, it was soft and sweet, but it said so much.

"I'm sorry Greg I shouldn't have done that here."

"No I'm glad you did, Papa would be glad I hooked up with the man of my dreams at his funeral." Greg gave a grin. "Thank you Nick for everything."

"You're worth it Greg." Nick said as he twined their hands together. "You're worth it."