She had never liked to identify bodies, but this time she had to, if only to save her own sanity. If it were him, she'd say goodbye, if not she'd keep looking.

Her heart told her that this was him though.

He had been taken from the scene of a crime he had been working in Vegas. Their evidence led them to Atlantic City.

She was the only one they paid to go; the rest had cases to handle back in Las Vegas.

So she had to identify the body. She went into the morgue, where several bodies lay. She didn't mind, she saw dead bodies all the time. The coroner led her over to a covered body in a drawer.

She clenched her jaw and fists, as the corpse's face was uncovered. It was him.

Tears streamed down her face as she nodded to the coroner.

"Did you find any forensic evidence?" She asked.

"Yes, it's being processed," he responded.

"He was a good man. He was a great criminalist and friend. They have to find the man who killed him."

"They will."

She made the preparations for his body to be transported back to Vegas. She went on the same flight. When she left, she called her friends with the bad news. She also made sure that the lab in Atlantic City would keep in contact with the one in Vegas.

Her friends met her when she left he gate at the airport. Their faces were all weary and tear stained.

Her husband took her in his arms and he held her tightly.

"I'm sorry Sara, I know how much you cared for him."

Then he kissed her gently and the group left.

Two days later, they had his funeral. His family was there, and so were many people who had worked with him.

The day before, his killer had been caught, so that eased their pain a little.

Many people spoke of him, and all of them spoke kindly of him. His co-workers couldn't help but say how much he meant to them, and how much he would be missed. Sara spoke last.

"What can I say about him that hasn't been said? He helped me find true love in my husband. He always upheld me when I was down. He never lost faith in me, and for that I will always love him, as a friend.

The last conversation that we had was the day he was taken. We were discussing Latin phrases. There is one that I remember him telling me. Resurgam, which means: I shall rise again. It seemed the most appropriate for his headstone, which is why it will bear that inscription."

She exhaled deeply and sat back down.

Then they were all dismissed as the casket was lowered back into its pit.

Her husband held her, as all of the others left. Slowly they walked to their car too.

"I just can't believe he's gone," he said.

"Neither can I Greg, neither can I. At least we have each other still."

"Yeah, and we always will."

Slowly they drove off.

Both Sara and Greg whispered softly.

"Goodbye Grissom."

THE END

So, what do you think? I'm just curious, how long did it take for you guys to figure out that Grissom was dead? I hope you liked it.