Author's Note: Okay, I'm really sorry about the last chapter, I just had that urge to kill someone.

Chapter Eleven (Greg)

As we left, the roof collasped on me.

I screamed till my throat burned.

Currently, I can't feel my legs.

The firefighters are working to get me out.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Sara and Grissom standing there watching.

They're holding hands.

It's about time those two got together.

I couldn't deal with anymore of that sexual tension.

A firefighter moves a piece of concrete.

Blood rushes to my deprived legs.

All I feel is pain.

Apparently, that was the last piece of debris.

There is a team of paramedics ready with a gurney a few steps away.

Great, second I get to ride out here on a gurney.

Fun stuff.

Grissom and Sara follow as the paramedics run me out.

I can see Catherine, Warrick, Brass, Robbins, and David.

They see me.

Warrick runs over.

"Oh man..." he says.

"I'll be okay," I say with what I hope is a convincing smile.

The others are there now.

"I'll be okay," I repeat.

They put me into the ambulance and we drive away.

The drive is short.

We arrive at the hospital.

I can see through the windows in the room I'm being operated on in.

I manage to see the person on the gurney next door.

Nick.

I see the nurses and doctors frantically running around.

I see the flatline on the heart monitor.

I close my eyes and wish I had died too.

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