Hey everyone, I am so close to being done! I really hope that you all enjoyed this. Not the last chappy, but we're getting there!

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Later that night, hours after their first visit, the Sanders were allowed a half hour with their son.

Mr. and Mrs. Sanders sat at their son's bedside. Mrs. Sanders had Greg's good hand clasped firmly in her own, praying desperately that he would be okay. The tube going down his throat fed his breath to him. Others hydrated him and fed him nourishment. All of them nessecary to keep him alive. His other arm was encased in a cast, laying limply at his side.

Seeing her son there, so pale and helpless, broke Mrs. Sanders heart. She wept as she held his hand and squeezed it gently, willing him to squeezed back. Greg's hand lay limp in hers.

Quietly Mr. Sanders brushed a hair from Greg's forehead. He looked over his son. He knew that he had always told the young man, that grown men never cry, but... his son was so close, yet, so far away. No matter how much he tried to hold them back, the years of unshed tears came crashing down. Never had he cried since Micheal had been killed. This situation warranted it, he knew.

A tear dripped from his cheek and gently landed on his son's hand. Time seemed to stand still as Greg stirred slightly and squeezed his mother's hand.

A small noise came from his throat as he tried to speak and Mrs. Sanders pressed the call button. A minute later the nurse came in ad called the doctor.

"Hello, Gregory. I'm Dr. Deredsa," the doctor introduced herself.

Greg nodded slightly.

"Ok, I need you to hold your breath for me sir," Dr. Deredsa told him.

Greg complied and she gently pulled put the resperating tube.

"Can I have some water?" Greg asked meekly.

"Of course," she smiled cheerily at him and had a nurse bring him some water with a special straw so he didn't need to sit up. "Small sips now, sir."

Greg sipped the water and looked to the other side of the room, "Sara?" He asked.

"Still unconcious, but she'll be fine," the doctor assured him.

The doctor smiled and excused herself. Greg glanced at his father and then looked at the floor, "I'm scared," he admitted, " I'm sorry, Dad."

Mr. Sanders looked at his son and told him, "Son look at me."

Greg lifted his head and looked at his father's face. His brown eyes were red with tears, "Uh hmmm," he murmured.

"It's alright to be scared. Hell, when I got that call, I was terrified," he told his son.

"Really?" He asked in a small voice.

"Really," his father smiled.

"Who's gonna protect me and Sara from them?" Greg asked his voice barely audible.

"Baby..." Mrs. Sanders interupted, "You never have to worry about 'them' ever again."

Greg looked up at his mother and whispered, "I love you Mom," he turned to his father, "You too, Dad."

"Son, I am so proud of you. I couldn't have asked for a better son," Mr. Sanders replied, "I love you too."

Mrs. Sanders smiled, "We'll always love you."

"Thanks," Greg said teary eyed. He was so glad to be with his parents and away from the people who had kidnapped him and Sara.

"Help us, oh god someone help us. We're dying. They are going to kill us!" Sara screamed in her sleep.

"Sara," Greg said quietly, his throat still sore, "it's okay. We're safe now."

Sara opened her eyes slowly, as if not wanting to believe it, and stared over at Greg in the other bed, "Thank god."

Greg smiled over at her.

Mr. and Mrs. Sander we're herded out of their room when the doctors returned to check on them. After the doctors had tended to them, they were left alone.

"I can't wait until we are out of the hospital. I hate them," Greg voiced.

Sara agreed, "I hate them too," she told him.

Greg sighed, "I'm sorry I didn't stop him," he said quietly. Sara started to reply, but the door to their room opened quietly and both of them tensed. Greg remembered his mother said he wouldn't have to worry about 'them' but she might of only been trying to make him feel better.

Brass entered first and they calmed down. Grissom, Catherine, Warrick and Nick followed them.

"Hey, you guys decided to join us," Brass joked.

"Haha," Sara said sarcastically.

"Hi guys," Greg said quietly.

"You two okay?" Nick asked.

"We are in the hospital, nearly died and..." Sara trailed off, "No we are not okay!" She yelled.

"Calm down, Sara," Grissom soothed.

"Gris?" Greg inquired.

"What is it Greg?" Grissom asked.

"Did you catch them?" Greg wanted to know.

"You don't need to worry," Grissom answered, "We will."

"Glad you're back," Catherine told them.

"Glad to be back," Sara said.

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Kinda short and lots of dialogue I know! Tell me if you hate it or if you love it. Three more chappies to go!