Two weeks had passed and everyone was settling into a routine. There was still a search out for Martin Garth, but nothing had turned up. There was also still a police watch on Greg and Carley.

Greg had come back to work early and had somehow convinced Grissom that he could handle what was happening, on the deal that if things got too much, Greg would have to seek out Nick, Warrick, Catherine, Sara or himself. Greg had been rather taken back by this deal as he had never thought Grissom to be a people person and had quickly agreed.

The nightly routine had become either Catherine or Nick driving Greg off to his sister's apartment where he say 'hi' to the watch officers who were normally in a car out front. Then he would go into his sister's house, help her out with any early morning chores and wait for his own watch to come.

When his own Police came they would drive him back to his own apartment, where they would search it out to check and then go out to their car and let Greg get some sleep. By early afternoon Greg would wake up, get dressed and invite the two officers in for a late breakfast. From there the three would watch a bit of TV and let Greg do any paper work or accounts he had to finish.

By evening time Warrick or Nick would come and pick Greg up and take him into the CSI building and the night would start all over again.

It was reaching the third week; nearly a fortnight after the burial and Greg was looking very stressed and tired. He'd been very snappy to Archie who had been looking out for him a lot recently. Even Hoges had been overly kind to Greg, which usually consisted of less snide comments. But Greg had not taken to being smothered by his co-workers and was very testy if people stopped to chat. It ended up with Nick dragging Greg off to the break room where the other CSI's minus Grissom were waiting for him. They hadn't wanted to do this but they felt better if they were all there for him.

By the end of their little chat, Greg had finally snapped, falling to the floor and cried his heart out. The problem was he wasn't the only one. Nick had become very teary eyed as he knelt beside his friend. Catherine had soon followed as she heard the full extent of Greg's pain.

"I'm sorry." He whispered after a few minutes of being hugged by Catherine. "I should be strong for my sister."

"Greg! You're not weak at all. Your strong, stronger than most people would be in your position!" Sara told him, as she rubbed his back.

"Yeah man, I've seen people flip at these moments. You've held strong." Warrick chipped in.

"Thanks guys." Greg muttered, wiping his eyes. Nick and Sara swiftly brought him to his feet and into a chair, where the handed him some coffee. He took one sniff of it and grimaced. "Top, left shelf…tin colored bag at the back." Doing as Greg said, Catherine found his stash of Blue Hawaiian coffee.

"Nice one Greg!" Warrick laughed.

"Yeah, we've been wondering where you stashed that." Nick shook his head. "Well the best coffee for you then."

Archie stood outside the closed break room door and smiled. Greg was actually laughing!

"Don't you have work to do Archie?" He jumped a mile, span round and came face to face with Grissom.

"Yeah…yes Grissom." And he was off, leaving a smiling Grissom in his wake.

Grissom turned to the closed door and figured out what Archie had been smiling at. Greg sat between his CSI's laughing. He had obverslly been crying earlier but was assured that that had been worked out of his system. Smiling himself he walked back to his office.

Greg watched Grissom and nodded. Things were slowly returning back to normal and for a brief second, Martin was forgotten.

"Right, I think I'm picking you up later Greg." Catherine explained. "Warrick's cars out for the count and I think a trip to each side of town is a bit much for Nick."

"Yeah. Thank Cath!" Greg answered, slamming the door and jogging up to the unmarked police car. He leaned in to find out the how things were and then walked to the door.

"Carley?" Greg called softly as he unlocked her front door and pocked his head in. "Must have gone back to bed." He said to himself, shaking his head at the absurdity of talking to himself. He got the door open and stepped inside, only to stop with his foot half in the doorway. There came a mumbling from the lounge. Leaving the door open he walked in and looked around. There was a pool of blood by the wall and the mirror was smashed in.

Instinct took him behind the sofa, where he found his sister. She was kicking about and trying to scream from behind the gag, tied to the legs of the sofa. Pulling down the gag, he held her head.

"Get out Greg! He's set a bomb!" She screamed. He saw it, underneath her. Running back to the mantle piece by the window he grabbed her letter opener and turned back to her. All he had to do was untie her and the two would run. But as he turned back to her, the bomb went off.

Greg was thrown through the window, across the lawn, landing on the cop car and rolling off to the other side of it. He raised his head, his vision obscured by the dark spots flickering before his eyes.

"Carley!" he breathed, before the darkness claimed him.

Catherine had watched Greg go into the house and was about to start her engine. Just as she turned the ignition she spotted Greg through the window by the mantle piece. He picked up something sharp looking and turned his back to the window. Then everything went in slow motion.

A flash came form the room Greg stood in and then he flew through the window as the rest of them smashed around him. Flames licked out of the entire windows, through the front door and up to the roof, blasting hole in that.

Greg covered his face as the flames engulfed him, before he left the lawn area. He then fell onto this back across the bonnet of the cop car, rolled off backward and landed face down in a bloody heap.

Catherine threw open the door and felt the heat of the flames as they reached higher. She took off towards the car as the police stumbled out, shaking glass of their bodies and calling for assistance. As she came to the back of the car she saw Greg say something, before his head fell and his eyes closed.

She knelt down next to him and watched helplessly as Carley's house went up in flames, and Greg lay unconscious beside her. She was too scared to turn Greg over incase he had suffered a spinal injury; instead she checked his breathing and pulled out her phone.

"Grissom." She heard on the other end.

"Gil! It's Greg!" She stuttered across to him.

"What happened? Catherine? Calm down."

"There was an explosion! And Greg…he was thrown out. Oh God! Gil he's hurt bad."

"Where are you Cath?" Grissom asked, trying to keep her calm and himself.

"At Carley's house." She finally said.

"Right I'm coming over, I'll call the others. You just look after him." He finished, ending the call. He jumped up, grabbed his coat and raced off to the car park.

Just as he ran out of the building he spotted Sara climbing into her car and Warrick getting into Nick's. He waved his hands and called for them. They each waited, confusion etched across their faces.

"Its Greg. We have to go to the house." He gasped.

"Which house?" Nick asked, jumping out and grabbing Grissom round the arms.

"Carley's. There was an explosion." He tried to stay calm, but just couldn't, he was too worried for Greg.

"Right lets go!" Sara shouted, jumping into her car and tearing off towards the house. Above all the lights of Vegas, she could just make out the thick, black, billowing smoke of the burning house.

"Hold on Greg!" Everyone whispered as they made their way towards the building. "Hold on!"