A/N: Because SO many people have asked for me to continue this story...voila! This is to tie up loose ends.

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"Hey there, Robbins Jr." Nick drawled as Greg took his first steps into the lab in a month.

Leaning lightly on a metal cane that resembled the one Dr. Robbins owned, Greg chuckled. "Without the prosthetic leg. And definitely not permanent."

Clapping Greg on the back, the Texan CSI laughed and turned to his bodyguard. "So how you've been, Sar?" He smiled, giving her a one-armed hug.

She frowned, then grinned up at him. "As good as anything. Greg only needs physical therapy 'bout once a week now. Taken longer than the doctor thought, but..."

"Better than nothin', right?"

The brunette nodded. "Put metal discs to replace the spinal cord discs he fractured. It's gonna take some time, but that's what happens when trucks and cars can't stop on a dime." She drifted off, then shook her head. "If all goes well, he'll be off the cane in about half a year."

"Wouldn't have it any other way," Nick said, relieved.

Overhearing, Warrick jumped into the conversation. "Good to hear, man," he congratulated, shaking the man's hand.

"Thanks." Greg smiled in appreciation. Tapping the cane against the tiled floor, he laughed. "I'm a lucky man, it seems." He glanced down at the grey bar in his hand. "You know, I didn't even know I was paralyzed."

The group of friends nodded in unison. "Well, we knew...believe me, if you scare us like that again I will kill you and get away from it." Sara reprimanded, only half-teasing. Even though it wasn't real, the nightmare of Greg unable to move his legs was real enough to her.

When Nick was buried alive under the nursery soil, that was pure torture. But, it was something she could control: find him, he's alive. But with Greg...the world came crashing down. One way or another, he was either temporarily hurt, permanently handicapped, or...dead. And that was something she couldn't control, something she wished that she had had control over.

All that glass and blood, it flashed through her mind sometimes, even though she hadn't been there.

She unconciously shivered, causing the men to look at her.

"Y'alright there?" Nick looked at her in concern, pulling her tighter in his embrace. He was unaware of Greg's frown at this movement-which Warrick was certainly aware of and thorougly amused by. However, he didn't comment.

She nodded, then leaned her head on Nick's shoulder, just as oblivious to her boyfriend's jealousy as her best friend was.

"Jealous much, Greg?" Warrick laughed as Greg scowled.

"I've got every reason to be. That's my girlfriend there Nick's got a hold of," he complained, not too loudly. Ecklie would have had their necks if he caught wind...and everyone knew how Ecklie was married to his carrer. Interoffice relationships did not sit well with their head of department.

Warrick looked at the couple of astonishment. He stood there, gaping, until Nick jabbed him in the stomach. "You guys are dating?"

Nick laughed. "'Bout time, you two." His expression turned serious, and he directed his attention to Greg.. "You hurt her, and you're gonna go through me," the CSI threatened warningly.

Greg held up his hands in surrender. "I know, I know. Texan style kick-my-"

A quick muffle of the lips silenced him, and stepping back Sara admired her work. It was nice knowing you had that power over a man.

The other two men laughed. "Got you wrapped around her finger, Sanders," Nick joked, enjoying the fact that only Sara could get the usually motor-mouth guy to shut up.

He shrugged, straightening himself on his cane. He smiled, giving the side of Sara's neck a kiss. "Wouldn't have it any other way."