Hi ya ppls!

Man, I need to stop updating two at a time, or I'm gonna run out of chappies soon! Oh, wait, you'd all probably like that though. Shrug We'll see what happens! KK, I just realized that I had promised to put the summary to another story in my last chappie, but I forgot. So, I'll add it to this one! If anyone's interested, it'll be at the bottom of the story. Let me know if you think it's a good idea, then I'll work form there! KK? KK!

GEEZ! I don't even have the last chappie up for an hour and I already had three reviews! Wow! You guys stay up WAY too late, and just to read my story. Sniffle I feel loved. KK, here are those faithful late niters!

James' Grl: Shrug I dunno bout the spelling, and I'm too tired to look. But, I hope you didn't have to stay up too late to read this, and I apologize for it. But thanx for reviewing chappie 6 too! I thought it was well written too, but I didn't give anyone a chance to review it before I put up another chappie. Oh well, you did it!

Cheelalaucha: AHHH! KEEP EM AWAY! KEEP EM AWAY! Here's the chappie like I promised! Lol. Well, it was tempting to end it warly, but I though it'd be really mean (which I am, but not tonight) so, save your head for another time!

AcidOverRideChic: Thanx very much! I hope you enjoy the rest!

KK, if I forgot anything in here, then I'll add it next chappie; I'm too tired to think right now.

This has also been Disclaimed!

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Chaoter 10 (Yea! We're in double digits! Sry. I'll move on now.)- A Little Light Shines Through The Darkness

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"No! Get him outta there!" Grissom took Greg's feet, while Nick got him by the shoulders. They lifted him carefully out of the box, then set him on the ground.

"Warrick, go help Brass!" Grissom yelled as he laid his head on Greg's chest. "His heart stopped. Nick, start chest compressions!"

Nick immediately cupped his hands just below Greg's ribcage and firmly pushed down about two inches. "One, two, three, four, five."

Grissom plugged Greg's nose and lifted his chin before slowly blowing two breaths into the younger man's mouth.

Nick watched Greg's chest rise and fall with each breath, but nothing happened.

"Do it again! One, two, three, four, five."

Breath. Breath.

Nothing.

"One, two, three, four, five."

Breath. Breath

Greg suddenly took in a harsh breath and began to choke on the stale air still in his lungs.

"Yes! Ha ha!" Nick cheered.

Grissom carefully lifted Greg's upper body by the shoulders and rested the younger CSI's head against his chest. "Don't worry Greg, we've got you now. Just slow your breathing and the choking will stop."

Greg continued to cough for a few more seconds, but they quickly turned into loud sobs as he cried into Grissom's chest. Nick cautiously reached forward and grabbed onto Greg's bound hands. Greg's grip only tightened when he saw who's hand he was holding. His broken and half-strained cries echoed in the small room. "Nick."

"Don't worry Greg, you'll be fine, and Nick is gonna go get the paramedics and bring them in." Grissom raised his eyes to meet Nick's.

The Texan hesitated, but then realized he needed to hurry. "Ok, Greggo. I'll be right back, I promise." With that, Nick slowly released his grip and ran to the door, jumping over Jackson's prone body in the process.

Greg immediately felt the loss of his friend's warm hand and tried to curl in on himself, seeking the safety he believed it held. He was trembling uncontrollably, and it was only getting worse.

Grissom quickly pulled Greg back up and into a sitting position again. "Greg, I've got you. Nicky will be right back. Sshhh, you're safe now, nothing will happen to you again. I'm so sorry you had to go through this Greg. Warrick, I need a jacket."

Warrick Immediately worked his jacket off over his blistered hand, then he and Brass slowly walked over and knelt next to the two. He handed the heavy jacket to Grissom, who took it and covered Greg with it as much as he could, helping to fight back the shock.

Grissom slowly looked from the trembling form in his lap, to the two kneeling next to them. "You two all right?"

Brass nodded, "Yeah, he just knocked me in the head; it'll be fine. But Warrick here is gonna need a few stitches in his hand."

Warrick was holding his right hand against his chest, his shirt slightly bloody from the wound.

"Okay. Warrick, you go in the ambulance with Greg and get that looked at," Grissom ordered.

Warrick nodded, but he hadn't really heard what Grissom had said. His attention was on Greg, who was able to slow his breathing slightly, and was now looking up at him. "Hey man, you're gonna be all right." He reached forward and rubbed Greg's hair a little, carefully avoiding the cloth.

Greg nodded slowly. Tears were still flowing freely down his cheeks, but the human contact he was receiving was slowly helping his feelings get back into check.

Nick suddenly burst back into the room, paramedics right behind. "Here. I grabbed the wire cutters from my field kit. Let's get those ties off so he can be put on the stretcher."

Grissom helped Greg lift his trembling arms from his lap, causing Greg to visibly wince and hiss in pain.

"Sorry Greggo. We'll get those ties off and get you to the hospital."

Nick carefully slipped the blade under the tie around Greg's wrists and snapped it loose. Nick saw Greg bite his tongue against the pain, but all he could do was move on. The same was done to Greg's ankles, before Grissom allowed the paramedics lift Greg onto the awaiting gurney, the CSI jacket still wrapped tightly around Greg as his only safety blanket anchoring him to reality.

Grissom watched as Greg was lifted into the ambulance and Warrick jumped in after to have his hand checked, then he turned to Nick. The senior investigator could see the fear in the young Texan's eyes as he watched the medics put an oxygen mask over his best friend's mouth. "Go with them Nick." His head snapped toward Grissom immediately. "Go with them. I'll tell the girls what happened and meet you at the hospital."

Nick didn't need to be told twice as he immediately jumped in next to Warrick.

Grissom and Brass watched as the doors were shut and the ambulance pulled away.

"Well, that's it," Brass said quietly. "Our nightmare is over."

Grissom shook his head slowly. "No Jim. Our nightmare may be over, but Greg is nowhere near waking up."

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God! I thought that would be such a sweet ending! But, there is so much of the story left to tell! So.. on we go!

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Air and consciousness rushed back to Greg as he began to choke.

"Yes! Ha ha!"

Greg tried to smile at Nick's overjoyed outburst, but it only made him choke harder. He felt himself being lifted off the ground, then his head was resting against someone's chest. He could faintly hear the person's erratic heartbeat underneath their shirt.

"Don't worry Greg, we've got you now. Just slow your breathing and the choking will stop."

Greg tried to follow Grissom's instructions, but the coughing continued a few more seconds, tearing up even searing throat even further. When he was finally able to stop, he immediately broke down into sobs.

"They found me. Thank God, they found me."

He suddenly felt someone grab onto both of his hands with a tight, but comforting grip. He opened his eyes, and when he saw who it was, he gripped their hand even tighter.

"Nick," he croaked.

"Don't worry Greg, you'll be fine, and Nick is gonna go get the paramedics and bring them in," Grissom's voice echoed slightly in his head, but he didn't really understand it.

It wasn't until he heard Nick's voice that he focused. "Ok, Greggo. I'll be right back, I promise." And when he felt Nick's hand slip from his own, Greg lost what little sanity he had left.

"No! Please don't leave me! You can't leave me here!"

He subconsciously curled into a fetal little ball, trying to get away from everything. He was almost immediately pulled back up and held tighter. It was then that Grissom's voice drifted back to him.

"Greg, I've got you. Nicky will be right back. Sshhh, you're safe now, nothing will happen to you again. I'm so sorry you had to go through this Greg. Warrick, I need a jacket."

Greg slowly opened his eyes as he felt the heavy material placed on top of him, reaching all the way down to just above his ankles. Voices were drifting in and out around him, but all he was focused on, was the person kneeling in front of him. Warrick was staring intently at him, but his gaze was full of worry and fear for his friend.

"Hey man, you're gonna be all right."

Greg nodded. "They-they all keep telling me the same thing. But I seem to fell better every time it is said."

The next thing Greg was aware of, was his arms being raised and an excruciating pain coming from his wrists. His eyes snapped shut as he hissed in pain.

"Sorry Greggo. We'll get those ties off and get you to the hospital," Nick apologized quietly.

He watched as Nick slid the blade of the wire cutters under the tie, jarring the torn skin in the process. It broke with a snap, but as the tie was pulled out of the gash, a blinding white pain passed through his head, but he bit up the yell that was gurgling up his throat. The same pain rushed through him again, but this time from his ankles as they were too freed.

Almost as soon as the ties were removed, Greg was being lifted off the ground and placed on what he could only guess was a gurney with his eyes closed. He immediately tensed with the loss of the human contact he had had with Grissom, but he made sure that the CSI jacket was still pulled tightly around him and he held back the trembling that was struggling to worsen again.

He kept his eyes closed as he was pulled down the stairs and lifted into the ambulance. It wasn't until he felt a hand slip into his again that he opened his eyes. His gaze locked once again with Warrick's, whose grip only tightened slightly. Greg tried to lift his own hand to tighten his grip, but it wouldn't move. The fear must have shown in his face as his question was answered.

"Don't try and move Greggo."

Greg's eyes snapped to the right where Nick also sat, his hand unknowingly on Greg's knee.

"They have ya strapped down you don't move your wrists or ankles."

Greg slowly nodded as the medic carefully lifted his head to remove the blood-soaked cloth and replace it with thick gauze.

"I can't do anymore here after I have bandaged the wounds," the medic said, "Just make sure he stays awake until we arrive."

"Sure," Nick said.

Greg didn't hear any of this, as his eyes were locked on Warrick's hand that wasn't holding his own in a vise grip.

"Y-you're hurt," he rasped quietly.

Warrick's eyes clouded with slight confusion, then he looked at the hand in his lap. "Oh, it's just a scratch. Don't worry 'bout me. Just take it easy, all right?"

Greg nodded slowly. "So," he said with a slight smirk, when he saw how upset the other two were, "Did ya guys…miss me?" His smirk immediately disappeared as he saw the genuine concern flare up in his friends' eyes.

"Of course we missed ya," Warrick said, "Everyone was lookin for ya. But don't you be expectin' us to be goin' out and savin' your butt everyday. I only have one more hand."

Greg smiled lightly. "Thanks guys. You're the best."

The ambulance came to a stop and the doors were thrown open by two nurses. They each grabbed a side of the stretcher and pulled Greg out and onto the ground.

"Sorry," one of the medics said as Nick and Warrick tried to fallow. "He's being taken into the ER for his head. You'll have to go around front. And you need to get your hand checked out by a nurse up there; it's gonna need a few stitches."

"Okay, thanks," Nick sighed.

Warrick put a hand on his friend's shoulder. "We got him back."

Nick nodded. "Yeah, but he's still got a hell of a way to go before he's recovered."

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KK! Greggo's been found and taken to the hospital! Yeah! Next chappie will be the girls and a few other things I haven't thought up yet! So it will be a surprise for us all!

So, here's the long awaited for summary to my next story:

Greg and Catherine are left alone at the lab as the others are all called out to different scenes. A single phone call is the thing that brings them both into more danger than they have ever seen. Who knew a quick trip to the local gas station could end up with one of them injured, and both of them being left to battle the elements of the desert? How will the others find them?

Well, what do ya think? It's better than it sounds, I promise. But let me know!

Now, it's 2:30, and I have Drumline in the morning, so I have to get to bed.

C ya all!

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