Everything happened in a blur to Grissom, the moment Yasso said, "Goodbye", someone had shoved him aside as soon as he heard Yasso fired the gun. He turned around and caught the person who shoved him over and realized it was Greg as another gunshot filled the air.

It felt like no one was in the room expect for him and Greg. He saw Greg's face in pain and as soon as he saw Greg's bloody right hip, he started crying along with him.

"Oh Greg," Grissom cried, "You're shot…why did you have to save me?"

"Sticks and stones," Greg quip, "You save my life, I saved yours." Greg gave him a weak smile.

Grissom returned the smile; only his was a supporting smile. They suddenly realized the world around them, police were in the room and the team was standing in awe, staring at them. Then they quickly rush to their side, saying choruses of,

"Greg!"

"Grissom!"

"Are you okay?"

Greg didn't respond, he was wincing again at another pain that went through his hip. Grissom realized that it was bad, "We need a medic!" he screamed.

Brass and Ecklie ran over, "Oh man, who is it?" Brass asked, he couldn't see who was wounded since the team was in the way.

"Greg," Grissom answered.

"Hold on buddy," Brass told Greg then he walked away and started screaming in his walkie-talkie, "We need a medic in here NOW!"

"How did you find us?" Catherine asks Ecklie.

"We remembered the vic's name from Grissom case when we were searching for you!" Ecklie responded, kneeling towards Greg.

They saw Greg wince again at another pain and Nick put a supporting hand on Greg's shoulder, "You'll be alright buddy,"

That's when the medics came in with a gurney and they quickly position Greg onto the gurney and wheeled him out. The team followed the medics out, saying supporting words to Greg. They watch the medics placed him in an ambulance and they all stood close to each other as they watch the ambulance drive away.

Grissom rose up his right hand and stared at the blood on it. Greg's blood.

"He'll be alright," Catherine assured him, but she knew she was only trying to convince herself that Greg would be okay.

"I know," Grissom said, "He's a fighter."

He better make it, was his only thought as the ambulance disappeared from his sight.

Nick hated waiting. He hated hospitals. He wanted to get a fairy to sprinkle dust on Greg and make him better. But he knew that this is reality. This is real life. Life was unfair. He got up and walked over to the small counter over by the phones, and he grabbed himself a cup of coffee.

He saw Sara nearby drinking some too; her eyes were all red and puffy. He walked over to her,

"Hey."

Sara looked up at him then back down at her coffee, "Hey," she replied weakly.

"Are you okay?"

"I don't know am I?" Sara stared at him.

Before Nick could respond she went on,

"I'm scared Nick, I never been this scared since Greg was in here due to the lab explosion. It was so scary, the whole thing with Yasso…"

Nick looked at her eyes and saw the tears starting to run down.

"I was scared too but we're all safe,"

"Not Greg," Sara said, "Any minute now a doctor might come out and say that Greg is dead…"

Nick shook his head, "He'll make it, and he has a lot of fight for and a lot to live for."

"I don't know Nick, sometimes you don't get the things you want in life."

Warrick and Brass were sitting quietly.

"How you're feeling?" Brass asked.

"Like shit, Greg is in surgery and I'm out here doing nothing." Warrick replied.

"There's nothing you can do but wait."

"I don't want to lose him, like her."

"You mean Holly Gribbs?"

Warrick stared at him, "Yeah,"

"He'll make it," was all Brass said.

And the two sat in quiet once again.

Grissom was sitting still. Not moving, not doing anything. Only thinking, that the whole incident was his fault.

Grissom saw a coffee cup in front of his face and he took it, knowing who was giving it to him, "Thanks Catherine."

As if she could read his mind, she sat down next to him and replied, "It wasn't your fault."

"I should have never put him in that position, I shouldn't have done the whole target thing…"

"He chose to, we all did. There was nothing you could have done."

"I should have said no," Grissom retorted.

"And you didn't because you and Greg both wanted one thing at that moment."

Grissom stared at her, as if asking her What?.

"You both wanted the man who did this to be caught, you both wanted justice for the victims."

Grissom nodded, "Yeah, I know."

Catherine gave him an assuring smile, "He'll make it,"

"I hope so,"

A few seconds after Catherine and Grissom sat in silence, the three young CSIs sat down next to them.

"Hey Grissom," Nick said, "We wanted to thank you for everything you've done for us."

"And for saving our lives and caring." Warrick included, "Not many people would've have gone beyond the distance to save us."

Grissom gave a small, but thankful smile.

Catherine took a sip of her coffee then gave a disgusted look, "Man what I wouldn't give for Greg's Blue Hawaiian coffee,"

Nick smiled, "Grissom, remember when you first tried Greg's coffee?"

Grissom chuckled at the memory,

Greg barged into the lab, "No, no, no! Don't touch it, that's my pot!"

"Your pot?" Grissom questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"From my own private stash…Blue Hawaiian. 40 bucks a pound only grown a couple times a year on the big island. Hand picked to perfection!"

"Good," Grissom quip, "You're using my water that makes it a community pot," He turned to Nick, "Want a cup Nick?"

The team laughed. The memory round continued, Warrick spoke up, "Well I remember when I told Greg to print the mummy prints,"

Greg stared at the finger, "You know I could've have sworn I heard Grissom telling you to do this."

Warrick looked at him, "Yeah? You know what rolls downhill?"

"Apparently bloated fingertips," quip Greg.

Warrick smiled at the memory, "He always has something weird to say…" Sara spoke up as quickly as Warrick finish as a memory dawned upon her, "I remember when I smelled so bad, and Hank ran off…."

Sara watch as Hank walked away. Greg walked by and stopped right next to her.

"You smell like death," he said.

"I've heard!" She replied, almost angrily.

"You know, a real man wouldn't mind," and he walked off.

The team smiled at that. "How sweet," some of them replied. Catherine spoke up, "The weirdest thing I remembered him doing was dancing around with the showgirl's headdress.

"MATCH-BOOM-MATCH BOOM!" Greg sang; he finished as he turned around and saw Catherine, "MATCH!"

Catherine tried not to laugh, "You wanna take that thing off your head Greg, its evidence."

"Cool your jets Cath, I already got all the evidence out of it, now its all woman…" Greg replied fixing the headdress on his head, "Did you ever wear one of these when you were dancing?"

"I wore nothing but skin," Catherine teased.

"Oooohhhh…"

That memory causes the team to break down to series of laughter. "I can totally picture him doing that!" Nick laughed. "It was him," Catherine smiled. The four turned to Grissom, "Hey Grissom, share a memory with us, what your most interesting moment with him?" they asked.

Grissom stared at them, he had the perfect memory, "Greg did some undercover work for Warrick's and I case and discovered evidence from the suspect; after we check him out I went in the lab to see what the blood result in suspect's car was…."

Grissom walked into the lab, "How's it look?"

Greg looked up, "Oh," He handed Grissom the paper, "Blood in the car in the victim's."

Grissom raised an eyebrow at Greg's un-enthusiasm attitude but looked at the paper anyway, "Keith Mercer made a bad call."

Greg nodded, still writing on the paper he was working at, "Told you that dude was busted."

Grissom looked at him, "What happened to your enthusiasm, Greg?"

Greg glanced up at him, "Well, every time I make another DNA match in here my world gets a little smaller," He paused, "Out there…felt large."

"Out there means a pay cut."

"I'm not about the money."

Grissom took off his glasses and stared at Greg; impress, "That's good to know."

They all sat in silent, smiling at Grissom's memory.

"I hope he makes it." Nick hoped.

"Yeah, me too." Grissom replied.

At that moment a doctor walked into the waiting room,

"Gregory Sanders?"

The team got up and stared at the doctor.

The doctor took a deep breath before heading on over to them,

Oh no Grissom thought.