Disclaimer: I still don't own CSI and Greg Sanders but I wish I did. I am just a poor student so please don't sue me.
A/N: Chapter two in my follow-up. I am sad. No one has reviewed this story of mine sob. I guess the summary is not interesting. Ok, fine I will change the summary. But please read and review. Let me know if you like. A lot of you enjoyed my first fan fic.
Nick's Perspective
I had to get out for a while. I had to think. Greg's words had cut me like a knife. He was referring to all of us when he said that we didn't know anything about him. Including me. But he is right I thought. I don't know anything. I didn't know he had a heart disease and that every night he left to take his medication. I was angry at myself for not knowing this. Then I wondered if I had been neglecting him. Of course I thought. You have been neglectful. You haven't been much of a friend to him lately. I sighed. I felt bad for not noticing him and neglecting him. I was beginning to hate myself because of what happened to Greg. When Greg gets out of this hospital I swear I am going to be a better friend to him. I am going to help him.
"Nick?" A voice called breaking my reverie.
I looked up and saw Warrick standing in front of me. He sat down beside me and placed a hand on my shoulder.
"Hey, man I have been looking all over for you." He said. "Are you all right?" He asked.
"Yeah, I am fine. I just needed to think." I said.
"Your thinking about what Greg said." He said.
"Yeah." I said. "I feel so guilty." I continued.
"Look man, it is not your fault. None of us knew about Greg's condition." He said.
"That's why I feel guilty. I should have known about it. If only I had more attention to Greg." I said.
"Nick, you were the one that found Greg. You were worried about him." He said. "Anyway, that's why I am here man. Greg has been looking for you. He asked Grissom about who found him and who was worried. And Grissom said your name." He continued. "So, let's go back to Greg." He said.
He stood up and I followed. We walked back to Greg's room in silence. Upon reaching Greg's room we enter. Greg smiled when he saw me. And the others decided to leave for a while and get some breakfast. I nodded as they offered to bring some food for us. They left leaving me with Greg. I made my way over to Greg's bedside. I sat on the chair.
"Hey, Greggo." I said.
"Nick, Grissom told me everything." He said. "He told me that it was you who found me. And that you were worried about me." He continued
"Yeah, Greggo I was." I said. "I care about you, we all care about you." I continued.
"Yeah, I know that now." He said. "Thanks." He added.
"That what friends are for. Besides, you're like a brother to me. I wouldn't want anything to happen to my little brother." I said.
Greg's Perspective
The others arrived just as Nick finished talking bringing the food. We all ate and talked like one big happy family. Well, in a way that is what we are, a happy family. A family in which Grissom is the father, Catherine is the mother, Warrick, Sara and Nick are my older siblings and I am the youngest, the baby of the family.
That is how I see my friends and co-workers in the graveyard shift. I have always thought of Grissom as a father figure and Catherine as a mother figure. As for Nick and Warrick I have always thought of them as my big brothers, especially Nick. And Sara, even though I have a crush on her I still see her as an older sister. I consider them my family. In fact I have listed Nick and Grissom as my next of kin.
So, I was pretty happy to see all of them here with me. I realized what I said earlier was pretty harsh and that they do care about me. I guess they realized that they have been neglecting me and were trying to make it up to me. But, still I was happy knowing that I was not alone.
My entire biological family has been dead for a long time. I have been alone since I was 18 years old. I worked just to get myself through college. After college I started working at the crime lab. At first I felt so unwelcome until Nick opened up to me and became my friend. After a while I felt at home. The graveyard shift at the Las Vegas Crime Lab became my family. And now they are the only family that I have got.
After that they all left to get some sleep including Nick, because I told him to.
The next day, they all came back after shift. We were all talking and joking around. When the doctor came in with the tests results. The results were pretty good.
"Greg, do you live alone?" The doctor asked.
"Yes." I replied.
"Do you know anyone with whom you could stay?" The doctor asked.
"No." I replied "Why?" I asked.
"Because you can go home tonight if you can stay with someone. I can only release you if you are in custody of someone." The doctor replied.
I sighed. I have been living alone for quite some time and now, I have to live with someone so that I can be taken care of. But, I didn't know where I was going to live.
"Greg can stay with me. I have a spare bedroom." Nick said.
I looked at Nick but the doctor was nodding his head.
"Ok, and one more thing. Don't let him work to hard. He needs a lot of rest. His work hours should be cut short." The doctor said.
Now, Grissom was nodding his head.
"You can come to the lab tonight but no working. I just don't want be alone at Nick's. It's safer at the lab. And you heard what the doctor said. You need rest. If you feel tiered, you rest, got that." Grissom said.
I nodded. And a few hours later I was out of the hospital. Nick brought me home to get my things then we went to his apartment. I slept soundly and later that night we both headed to the lab.