DISCLAIMER: Oh yeah, I own the TV Show CSI... and George W. Bush is a rap singer.

SETTING: After "All for Our Country," so the beginning of Season Four.

FYI: Edited and Updated 4/2005, no big changes.

1- "You're Going to be Okay"

The fluorescent lights zoomed by above him. He was lying on his back, and everything seemed to happen in slow motion. He slowly opened his eyes and saw the lights. They were so bright, and he squinted and ripped his eyes away from them. He saw the faces above him, all worried. He slowly moved his sight to the man who just arrived in the surgical mask.

"You're going to be okay, Mr. Sanders. Can you hear me?"

Greg Sanders, lab tech to the Las Vegas Crime Lab, walked out to his car. Nick Stokes walked with him.

"You better watch yourself next time," Nick smiled to him, "I'm planning something totally embarrassing for your birthday."

"Happy birthday, Nick," Greg said, smiling. He jumped into his car. The neon lights of The Strip lit his normally black car ablaze in bright colors. He turned the key and his car jumped alive. He cautiously backed out of his parking space by the restaurant and drove home. It was Saturday night.

He began his drive south towards his apartment complex. He pulled out into East Bonanza Rd, heading east, when he came to North Las Vegas Blvd. It was a busy intersection, and as he prepared to turn south, it happened. He wasn't sure, for one, but was later told that it was a drunk driver. Sadly, there always is a significant number of DUIs in Las Vegas.

The next thing he remembered was a face. It wasn't even the face he totally remembered. It was her eyes. The eyes of an angel.

"Sir! Can you hear me?" She had his wallet. "Greg? Greg, please answer me. If you can hear me, we have called 911 and they are on their way. Please stay with me. Greg..."

He fell back into the darkness, seeing nothing but those green eyes. Those dark green eyes...

"Is he going to be okay?"

"Yes, ma'am. His wrist was fractured and we inserted pins to help the healing process. He has some severe bruising from where the steering wheel crushed up against his torso. Ma'am, can I just say that if you weren't there to pull him out, he would have died..."

"I know. Thank you for all the help, doctor."

"If you think nobody cares if you are alive, then try missing a couple of car payments." -Unknown