A/N: Hello everyone. I'm sooooooo sorry this has taken so long to post. This ws originally suppose to be posted like a week and a half ago but things came up and just when I thought I was going to be able to post it, I started geeting these killer headaches. But everything is okay now so, here's the last part. Nostice i didn't say last part of this story. Nope, a sequal is in the works (FYI, I originally didn't plan for a sequal but just thank The Fray cause one of their songs inspired it.), but it probably will take longer to get it up and running because of school.

Once again, thanks to all of you who read and reviewed. I'm glad you enjoyed this part of the story. So, without further adeu, here's the epilogue...Oh, the song is from the band The Fray.

Epilogue.

Heaven forbid you end up alone, you don't know why
Hold on tight wait for tomorrow…

Greg didn't go to work that day or the following day. He was right when he said he had a lot of vacation time. He took the next two weeks off, reason: unknown.

Grissom was worried about him, but when he drove by his apartment, the landlord said that Greg had moved out a few days ago, and that he hadn't left a forwarding address yet.

It wasn't till the end of those two weeks that Greg came back to work. As soon as he walked through the doors, he was bombarded by the whole team with questions on where he had been and what had happened. Only Grissom watched from a distance as Greg gave a faint smile and explained where he had been.

"I was moving my Papa Olaf into my new apartment," Greg said, "He lived in San Francisco and it took a long time to get him settled. I'll bring him to work tomorrow so you guys can meet him."

Everyone was satisfied with that answer, only Nick and Catherine asking him if he was still sick.

"A little," Greg said catching Grissom's eye, "but I think I'll be okay from now on."

Nick and Catherine looked at each other, then to Grissom who just shook his head. He wasn't going to tell them.

It was then that Greg opened his locker.

"Hey Greego," Nick said, glancing inside Greg's locker, "Whose that little boy on you shoulders in the picture? And why are your heads shaved?"

"That's my son," Greg said, "And his name was Nathan Hojem-Sanders," Greg smiled.

The whole team was shocked for a moment, but Greg immediately began talking again.

Grissom caught Greg's eye and saw that Greg was laughing through the faint tears that fell from his eyes, telling a story that was making the whole team laugh.

"You gonna dye your hair yellow when it grows back daddy?" Nathan laughed at his dad who was rubbing his shaven head.

"What do ya think? Should I go all crazy and make it look cool?" Greg said, glancing at his boy.

"I think so," Nathan said, "I think that's a good idea."

"Hurry," Greg said, "Let's take a picture. I think mom will want this one forever."

"No daddy," Nathan said, "I want you to keep it. That way, you'll always know what you look like with no hair at all," just then Nathan started laughing.

"I don't see what's so funny," Greg smiled, "You're head looks just like mine."

"Yes daddy," Nathan smiled back, "But I'm not the one who's going to have to tell mom why you don't have any eyebrows either."

"What?!" Greg yelled, reaching up to his eyebrows, or at least, where his eyebrows had been when he went to bed last night, "What did you do mister?"

"You said you wanted to match," Nathan said, trying very hard to keep a straight face, "Besides, it looks better that way."

Greg ran over and grabbed Nathan, tickling him for a moment before putting him on his shoulders.

Both were laughing so hard that Greg didn't know till months later that Michelle had taken a picture.

"You know," Greg said, "It took Nathan's eyebrows only two weeks to grow back but mine still weren't growing. I honestly thought I was going to have to go through life without eyebrows. It wasn't until three months later that I woke up to Nathan shaving my eyebrows that I realized what was going on."

"It took you that long?" Nick asked, not knowing whether or not to laugh.

"Yeah," Greg smiled at the memory, "Nathan never let me live that one down."

It was then that that Greg laughed, causing the whole team to laugh. Even Grissom thought it was funny for a young kid to fool his dad that long. Of course, that kid had been Greg's son.

Grissom smiled and looked at the boy he considered his son. He knew that Greg was hearing another laughter mixed in with the teams', and right then, he knew that "the could have been's" weren't going to be so hard to deal with anymore.

Greg stepped back and looked around and for a moment. He paused when he heard a young boy's voice whisper.

"Promise me you'll never stop making people laugh."

Greg looked at the team. He knew he would okay now. He was back with his family and he would never forget what joy laughter brought to the people he loved.

"I promise," Greg whispered, knowing from now on he would never break it.

And Greg knew, just like Grissom knew, that he would always have family from now on to help with "the could have been's". And Greg couldn't help but smile at the thought that he'd finally found his family, ever though they had found him a long long time ago.

"I promise Nathan."

…you'll be alright.

FIN, for now...