Here is the second chapter, I hope you enjoy it :).

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The team looked at Greg and tried to calm him down, "Greg, let the doctor come and talk to you." Catherine told him.

"Yeah, he'll be able to tell you what's going on." Nick told him, offering a small smile.

Greg looked at them worried and felt his legs again. "Am I paralysed? Will I be able to walk?" He asked them slurring, tears building in his eyes.

"Greg, calm down. Whatever happens we'll all be here." Russell told him.

"Yeah, try to relax; you've only just woken up." Sara told him.

Greg shuffled on the bed, pulling a pained face as he did so. "Honey, you're hurting yourself, please lie back down." Catherine asked him, putting her hand on his shoulder.

But he didn't listen. He rubbed the front of his legs with his left arm, the right sitting on his right leg. Just then, his doctor came in. "Mr Sanders. Mr Sanders calm down, I'm Doctor Allen. Greg? Greg I need you to lie back down for me."

Greg looked up to him taking deep, painful breaths and slowly leant back in bed. "That's it. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave whilst I talk to Greg." Dr Allen said.

They all stood to go but Nick looked back to Greg and saw the panic in his eyes. "Can I stay? Please. He needs someone here when you tell him." The doctor nodded and Nick turned and watched the others leave.

"Tell me what? Am I going to be able to walk?" Greg asked quietly, fearing the answer.

His doctor took a seat where Catherine had previously been sat, whilst Nick sat back down the other side. "Greg, you sustained an injury to your back which caused a lot of problems. Not to mention that you have multiple breaks in your legs. We had a specialist come and take a look at you and I'm afraid it's not good news. They assessed you and the prognosis was that, you have a very, very slim chance of being able to walk again."

"I'm not... I can't walk? What am I...? Can't, can't you do something? Can't you fix it somehow?" Greg asked him, and Nick could see he was getting more worked up by the second.

"Greggo..." Nick started, shaking his head. "There's nothing more they can do."

"But..." Greg looked down as tears rolled down his face. Doctor Allen looked up to Nick before getting up.

"I'll come back later to go over the rest of his injuries."

Nick nodded and watched as he left. "Greggo, I'm so sorry, man." He said sincerely as he pulled Greg gently into him and let the man he classed as his brother cry and sob into his chest.

"I am so sorry."

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After crying into Nick for so long, Greg had exhausted himself so much that he fell asleep again. Catherine and Russell had come back in the room and could see not only the redness around Greg's eyes, but the red rings that surrounded Nick's eyes also. "You okay, Nicky?" Catherine asked him, giving him a small smile.

He smiled back at her and nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"It's just... this is gonna be so hard on him, especially after he's been through everything he has, just to have this as his outcome, his reward for making it through all that?" Nick shook his head. "It's not fair."

Catherine and Russell nodded solemnly. "We know, but we will all be here to help him through it. He's never going to lose us, no matter what." Russell told them both. "We're all here for each other."

They both nodded and turned their attention to Greg whose eyes were opening once again.

Catherine squeezed his hand gently in hers. "Hey."

He looked over to her and twitched his mouth as she stroked his hair back on his head. She saw the tears build again in his eyes and noticed how he pushed his head into her hand slightly. "Oh sweetie."

He managed to keep his tears in but he just laid there, with nobody saying anything, the tears just sitting in his eyes.

After a while he spoke again croakily. "Has somebody called my Papa Olaf?"

Russell spoke up. "Yes. I rang him when you first went missing and I rang him when you arrived at the hospital. I last spoke to him yesterday when you woke for a minute, he said he was going to try and catch a flight over here to see you."

Greg closed his eyes and let a tear slip out. "No. I don't want him to see me like this." He told them sniffling.

"He'll want to see you though bud." Nick told him.

"No, I don't want him to come here." Greg told him.

"Shh, alright. Don't worry about that, ok? You just need to rest for a while." Catherine told him, wiping away his tears. She looked at Russell and Nick. Russell had got a call a few hours ago from Greg's grandfather saying that he had arrived in Vegas and Russell had sent the girls to go and pick him up.

He sniffled again and then on cue his door opened. "Look who we just picked up at the airport?" Sara said with a smile as she and Morgan came in, followed by Greg's Papa Olaf.

Greg opened his eyes and looked away from the door. "No, get him out, I don't want him here." He told them with the loudest voice he could get out. "Please, I don't want him in here." He told them again. Morgan looked to Nick and frowned in confusion at Greg's reaction.

"Hojem, I'm here. Look at me." His Papa Olaf said as he walked into the room and sat where Nick had given up his seat. "Hojem." He said again sharply.

Greg reluctantly turned his head to his Grandfather and burst into tears as he was pulled into him. "I'm sorry." He sobbed into his Papa Olaf's shoulder.

"Shh, now stop it, you have nothing to apologise for. Nothing." His Papa Olaf told him, rubbing his hand on his Grandson's back. Catherine and Russell stood up to leave but he signalled for them to sit back down. "Please, stay. I want Greg to put a face to the name for me. He's told me so much about you all."

The team smiled and all came to sit down. Greg's grandfather pulled away from his Grandson. "Hojem, tell me who everyone is."

Greg pulled away and wiped his face with his hand as Sara and Morgan came in and sat down. He took a few breathes to try and compose himself, ready to speak but he just couldn't do it.

"I'm Nick, this is Catherine, Russell... and I'm sure these two have already introduced themselves but, Morgan and Sara." Nick told him, speaking up so that Greg would not have to.

Papa Olaf nodded and smiled, "It's great to finally see you all. Greg tells me a lot of good things about you."

"Likewise Sir, Greg thinks very highly of you." Nick told him and the others agreed.

"Mm, he is a good boy. Always has been. His Mom always sang his praises to everybody."

Greg sniffed and smiled slightly. "So do you all work 'in the field' as Greg calls it?" Papa Olaf then asked them, stroking his Grandson's hand comfortingly.

"Yes. Nick, Sara and Catherine have worked here in Vegas for fourteen years now, Morgan has been here for two years now, and I came here not too long ago." Russell informed him.

"Oh did you take over Gil's job?"

Russell shook his head, "No, Ray Langston had the position before I did."

"How is he, Sara? You are married aren't you?" Olaf asked her.

Greg nudged his grandfather, "They're not together anymore, Papa."

"I thought you only married a year or two ago?" He asked her.

"We did. It just didn't work out. We live very different lives; there was a lot of distance between us..." Sara told him.

Papa Olaf raised an eyebrow. "Well... I'm sorry to hear that."

"Don't worry about it," Sara smiled, "We've kept in touch, and he's doing okay. He actually helped us... he helped us find Greg." Sara told him with a small smile to Greg.

Greg looked up to her in surprise, "He did?"

"Yeah. He came all the way over here, I called him and told him that we'd found you and that you were in the hospital and he said he would try and come up to see you." Nick told him.

Greg thought about it for a minute and smiled, however it didn't last long.

"Where... where did you guys find me?" Greg asked the team quietly.

The team looked at each other apprehensively. "You were out in the desert. A single house was there. You were in the basement." Russell told him.

Greg swallowed and nodded. "How long was I there?"

"Hojem, you don't need to know these things." His Papa Olaf told him.

Greg's eyes moved to his Papa. "I just want to know how long I was there." He told him subdued.

"No. Now stop asking." He was told sharply. The team looked at each other and down at their hands as an uncomfortable silence fell between the two.

"Don't I at least deserve to ask one question?" Greg said quietly.

"Hojem!" Everyone jumped in surprise at the stern voice that dominated the room. Nick looked up to Greg's grandfather and saw out the corner of his eye Russell subtly shake his head to not say anything.

"I said enough. Ok? I don't want to hear you talk about it once more. Do you hear me?" Papa Olaf asked Greg, yanking his hand slightly to make him look at him.

Greg looked up to him and nodded, then looking down ashamed. The team were silent for a minute before Catherine spoke. "Anybody want a drink? I know I need some coffee." She told them with a smile as she stood up, Russell following her actions.

"Yeah, I think I'll come with you both." Nick said standing too. "Sir, would you like anything?"

"I'll have a water please." Greg's grandfather told him with an appreciative smile.

Nick smiled, "Greg?"

Greg looked up to him and shook his head. "Alright. Coffee you two?" He asked Morgan and Sara

They both nodded and Nick smiled as he left with Catherine and Russell.

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"Does he really think that's how Greg needs to be treated right now?" Nick asked.

"Nick, he thought he was going to lose his grandson. Can you even begin to imagine how he must have felt? He's just trying to protect Greg; he didn't mean it in a bad way." Catherine told him.

"I understand that, but the poor guy has been through hell. He should get to ask whatever he wants." Nick argued.

Russell nodded, "Well for now, let's stay clear of the subject ok? We have other things that are more important."

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It was the next day and Greg's grandfather had gone to stay at a hotel and the team had gone home before his Papa Olaf left, leaving Greg alone. He tried to close his eyes and get some rest, but his body wouldn't let him. He didn't want to sleep because he was scared that when he opened his eyes again, he would be back there, and everything would have just been one big dream.

Before Nick left with the team, he had brought along a new phone which the lab had brought since Greg's had been smashed when he was taken and had taken the time to put in all the numbers that he would need. He put it on the side and told Greg that if he needed anything, to call him.

Greg leaned across painfully and grabbed the phone off the side. He slid the bar along and went into his contacts and hovered over Nick's before hitting call.

"Greg? You ok?" Came the groggy response.

"I'm sorry, you're sleeping. I shouldn't have called." Greg apologised, for some reason feeling tears build in his eyes.

"Don't be stupid. What's wrong? Do you want me to come down?" Nick asked him, sounding more awake already.

"No. I Just- I can't sleep. I'm sorry, I just... I thought that you might be awake, I'm sorry." He apologised again, wiping his eyes.

"You don't have to apologise, I'm coming down there alright?

"Nick you don't have to, I'm just being an idiot. Go back to bed." Greg told him.

He heard movement on the other end of the phone.

"Greg, I'm coming, I'll be ten minutes."

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