Author's Note: Okay, I know I'm extremely mean, but I'm not bringing Nick back to life. Once you die, you die. By the way, time from now on will pass more rapidly.

Chapter Twelve (Catherine)

We all drove to the hospital.

There has been no word on Nick.

We're worried to say the least.

Greg's room is 319.

ICU.

They say he's critical.

We're allowed to visit anyways.

I spent the most time with Greg when the DNA lab blew, but the thought of seeing him so helpless scared me.

We walk up silently.

Grissom knocks gently on the door and opens it slowly.

He's sleeping.

I sit down with Sara.

She looks so shocked.

I see Grissom's hand inch around to hers.

Warrick sighs softly.

A doctor comes in.

We ask how Greg is.

"We really don't know. All I can say is that these next 24 hours will be extremely important."

Great, thank you doctor for stating the obvious.

He informs us visiting hours are over.

We drive back to Crime Lab silently.

We get out of the car.

Brass' phone rings.

"Hello?...Are you sure?...Oh, God...Yeah...Okay...Bye."

"What is it?" I ask.

"Nick died."

Sara breaks down.

Warrick tries not to break down.

Grissom closes his eyes.

Brass sighes.

I freeze.

We walk to the entrance of the destroyed lab.

My thoughts are interupted by the sounds of another explosion.

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