Well done to those who answered the riddle, the answer is 'the surgeon is the mother' and nice try to the people who said a priest. A few people answer that way. Again thanks for the reviews, glad people like it.

Catherine watched Greg as he slept, he had been released from the hospital and they were all currently packed into one of the company jeeps. Nick was driving with Greg in the front passenger seat. Herself, Grissom and Sara were in the back seat with Warrick leaning out onto the headrest behind her from his space in the boot.

She watched as Greg's apartment came into view from round the corner. Two marked cop cars were waiting outside after having checked the apartment. The vehicle came to a stop and Warrick hoped out of the boot, helped Catherine out of her side and then approached Greg's door. He opened it as Nick shook Greg's shoulder carefully; he had healed fast but was still sore.

"Greg, we're here." Nick whispered and gave him another shake.

"Wh…What?" Greg asked blearily as he sat up straighter.

"We're at your apartment." Warrick filled in, grabbing Greg's arm and helping him from the car. Grissom came round and grabbed Greg's other arm, helping him to balance and then slowly led him to the front door where an officer held the door open.

"Get some rest." Grissom said, leading him towards the bedroom. Between Warrick and himself they managed to hold Greg up and guide him to the large bed in the middle of the room. Sara dashed forward and Nick and her both pulled back the covers. Nick held Greg's back and helped to lower him onto the bed. Noticing the wince from his friends he rolled him onto his side and then crept off the bed, pulling the sheets over Greg's shoulders. They all stood in silence and watched as the young man sank back into a state of sleep. The room seemed to collectively sigh. They closed the door and walked into the lounge where the officers and Brass were waiting.

"How's the kid?" he asked

"Tired." Sara said simply, shaking her head.

"So what's going to happen?" Nick asked the room.

"Well Brass and I have searched the crime scene," Grissom started, pausing to sigh. "Nothing of use. We know it had to be Martin, but he's keeping a low profile."

"What do we do about Greg?" Warrick asked.

"We'll have some officers here in the flat and others outside." Brass told them.

"No, I mean what do we do?"

"We find the sick fuck." Nick growled.

"But we be here for Greg." Grissom injected. "He's going to need us here to help him." Everyone nodded. "I suggest one of us stays here each night, we go on a rotor shift, while the rest of us deal with the case." He stated, daring anyone to defy him.

Greg woke up and looked around the room, his room. As his fogged brain began to process everything that had happened he felt his heart freeze, just that little bit as the pain returned to him. Stiffly sitting up he changed into some clean clothes and shuffled into the lounge. The first thing he saw was Nick flicking around on the TV. He plopped down on the sofa next to him and watched the screen.

"Want something to eat?" Nick asked casually, glancing at him out the corner of his eye.

"Yeah, please." Greg said, smiling slightly as he noticed Nick's reaction. Nick was also smiling because he thought this would be hard, trying to pull his friend out of his pain.

After having a proper meal the two watched some movies and talked over general topics, only once did it get awkward when Greg touched upon the subject of his sister, but other than that they forgot their problems.

"Any luck?" Catherine asked Sara as she walked into prints lab. Sara just shook her head as she dropped the little charred box onto the table.

"I can't lift anything of…anything from the house." She moaned, rubbing her temples.

The two sat in silence, lost in their thoughts, when Archie suddenly jumped into the room and rushed to the computer. Both women raised their eyes to the young man watched as he flicked through the computer database. Archie's hands were frantically typing away on the keyboard, his eyes flickering through the information on screen.

Sara glanced at Catherine who shrugged and continued to watch the computer tech. He suddenly stopped, his fingers dying over the keys, his eyes widening and his face paling.

"No." he whispered, falling backwards. Catherine sprang up and caught him before he hit the floor. She glanced up at the screen and almost fell back her self.

"How?" she whispered looking across at Sara as she started t frantically type away muttering to herself.

"This can't be!" she repeated over and over until the same ID came back to her. "No!" Sara cried stepping back to help Archie up. "How did you know?" she asked shaking him.

"There's a case came in about a drug house being shot up. I was asked to check the prints, but that lot came up first. The second I saw the name, I knew something was wrong. Its not him, it can't be!" Archie ran off in one breath. "It can't be." He repeated staring back at the computer.

"What can't be?" Warrick asked stepping into the room and taking in the pale faces. "What happened?"

Greg and Nick sat playing some video games when a knock came from the front door.

"Must be the cops." Nick said, jumping up and answering the door. He turned from the screen and faced the open doorway, and frowned. "Who…" he saw the but of the gun coming up to his face but couldn't do anything until it connected, causing him to fall across the door.

"Nick!" Greg cried, scrabbling to his feet and charge to the door. He, however, spotted the person in the doorway and stopped dead in his tracks. "What!?" he cried, open mouthed.

"Miss me?"

Know it's not that long and a bit confusing am running out of inspiration! Any ideas anyone?