Sonya opened her eyes and she saw all of the CSIs sitting around, watching her.

Warrick was the first to notice. "Well, welcome back to the world of the living."

Everyone spun around and smiled at her as he slowly lifted herself up. "I never thought I would be back in a hospital so soon," Sonya said, grinning to Sara, who returned it.

"Why am I in here?" She asked. Catherine shook her head, "They have to keep you under observation because of the trauma."

That is when everything came flooding over her again. Grissom noticed and said, "Okay, everyone, crime scenes are waiting."

Nick and Warrick looked over to each other and said, "Woo," in unison and with pure sarcasm. Everyone said goodbye and exited when it was just Grissom and Greg.

Greg walked up first and Sonya was the first to speak.

"I never realized how hypocritical I was, Greg," she said, lifting her hand to run it down his face as one single tear fell from his eye. "I couldn't let go of what my father," her voice cracked, "Of what he did to me."

Greg held her hand and kissed her on the cheek, "Don't worry about a single thing, Sonya. I would wait until the end of eternity for you."

Her eyes welled up in tears as he leaned in for their first real kiss, one without bad memories. Greg broke away, because he knew Gil was still in the room, and wiped her tears off her cheek. He winked and left, leaving Gil sitting on a chair across the room looking at her.

Greg was outside and looked through the window. Nothing was said, yet everything was resolved as Grissom walked over to his daughter and hugged her. They embraced and both were crying. Out of respect, Greg lowered his gaze and walked away.

Sonya awoke as she looked over to the clock, which read ten o' clock at night. She looked over to the couch in her room and smiled as she saw Greg lying on it, his legs hanging out awkwardly because he was too tall.

Greg opened his eyes and saw Sonya smiling at him. He grinned back as she said, "I think it is way past visiting hours."

He sat up and said, "Well, they don't check the bathrooms for spare visitors."

Her eyes grew wide as she said, "You hid out in the bathrooms?"

He grinned bashfully as he ran his fingers through his hair. He walked over and the moonlight from the outside window was the only thing lighting the room. He sat down next to her and he said, "For good reason. I forgot to tell you something."

"What?"

"I love you. I am in love with you."

He leaned in and kissed her again, and this time Sonya wasn't haunted by bad memories... she was melting... she felt like she was melting...

Sonya felt butterflies in her stomach as she said, "I love you, too. I am so sorry I shunned you... it's just that... before you, all I knew of love was a lustful hate..."

Greg knew she was talking about her father. He leaned in and looked at her and whispered, "I know you're still afraid, from what your father did. I know you're afraid because he would leave you alone, wouldn't he?"

Sonya nodded, remembering herself alone in the corner of her bedroom and crying.

"I am never going to leave you, Sonya." He climbed into bed with her, and hugged her close to him, forming a protective cocoon around her as her tears dried and they slowly drifted off to sleep in the comfortable silence.

"I will never leave you..."

"If you lose yourself / your courage soon will follow / so be strong tonight / And remember who you are. . ." –Bryan Adams