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This is the last chapter I promise!

A gunshot rang through the air.  A special CSI fell to the floor.

Nick looked up slowly and looked in Greg's eyes.

"Sorry…" he whispered. His head fell. Greg could only stare in disbelief. His friend…His best friend…was..

"Dead." John said. He laughed. Greg glared at him. "He is finally dead."

But Greg didn't believe he didn't want to.

'NO HE ISN"T! He's alive…."

He was interrupted with sirens. He heard voices down bellow. The smile from Johns face faded.

"There somewhere upstairs!" someone yelled.

John turned towards the door. Greg struggled. He was going to get away!

BANG!

John fell forward. He hit the door and slide down the wall. Nick was kneeling holding a gun.

"Nick your alive." Greg exclaimed. His heart suddenly lifted.

Nick turned and smiled at the lab tech…he forced a laugh. "For now."

"I thought.. how did you get the gun" Greg asked.

"Hid it…in my… coat." Nick winced. John had shot his right in the stomach….He held his hand up to the  wound.

4 men came bursting into the room. Brass and Grissom guns held and 2 other police men.

Brass was shocked at the sight. John was lying on the floor dead. Greg was tied to a chair. And Nick was….

"Nick!" he exclaimed. " Are you ok? What happened?"

"John…. took Greg…shot…. I shot him…." Suddenly Nick was swept up in a wave of complete and total darkness.

Beep. Beep. Beep

Nick slowly opened his eyes. The light was blinding. He looked around. He was in a hospital bed. He turned his head and saw that Grissom sat at his right along with Warrick.

"Hey.." He managed to say. His throat felt like he hadn't opened it in ages.

Warrick looked up!

"Nick! Hey buddy!"

Nick looked at Grissom.

"Grissom, listen I'm sorry I…'

'Its ok Nick. If anyone is sorry, it should be me. I admit I have been holding you back. But, I just feel like its not time for you to…"

"I know.. 'Anyone who's great at anything does it for their own approval' .. that's what you said last time anyway."

"Glad to know your listening!"

Nick sat up.

"How's Greg?"

"Fine. Couple bruises but alive. Your lucky to be here to!"

Nick laughed.

"Tell me about it!"

A week later

" Greg! Did you get those results?" Nick tried to yell over the blaring music!

"GREG?"

Greg looked up.

"WHAT I CAN"T HEAR YOU?"

Nick turned off the stereo.

"Results?" he asked with a smile.

"Nope don't have them yet. I'm really backed up. A lot people have been giving me stuff."

"But how many of them are your best friend?"

"I dunno Nick. Last time I was your best friend I ended up tied to a chair…"

"Yah… point taken. What if I lent you Charlie's Angels on DVD?"

" Isn't that the one with the hot girls in spandex?" Greg asked interested.

"I think so. What do ya say?"

"I'd say your stuff just moved to the top of the pile!"

THE END! FInALLY!