AN: Oh my God. This is getting to be a really looooong story. I admire anyone who has the patiance and the time to read it all. This is so cool. I love this story so much. And I don't see an end to it either. But of course, as those who have read my other stories know, I am prone to do random things. So this could end at any moment. I think I might go all the way to next summer though. I want to bring in Nick's babysitter (that evil last minute babysitter he was susposed to trust) and his siblings too. I was watching a rerun, something I had taped, the other night and aperently Nick has a brother AND sister. I always pictured him as an only child for some reason. So I have to do that. But I got to stop right around next summer anyway (storywise, not real life) because Catherine graduates (so does Cassy and Fredy and Grissom) and we all know she dosen't go to collage. So maybe I'll stop it there. But again, when my mind takes over and I write, all I can do is keep up. So my advice: enjoy it while you can 'cause I don't know how long it's gonna last. I'm gonna try to bring in Grissom more, and I want to work in Bobby and Mia in somehow. Not sure if that's gonna get off the ground or not. Okay done with my rambling, I took enough of your time anyway. Hope you like this chapter, oh and by the way: all that happens to Greg, actually happened to my friend, in it's entierty too. God my friend was crazy.

The Nerd Squad, like any group of random, semi-normal teenagers, loved their week at the beach. It was great fun for all of them, and the days feel into a pattern. They'd wake up around 9ish, make breakfast. Greg actually had a fun time with this despite how prone he was to burning any food he came in contact with. After eating, they'd spend the day at the beach, which was really their front yard, and come back around 7 or so for dinner. Then they'd all gather in the living room for a movie, either something Greg bought or a rented movie from the local movie place. And then they'd all sit around talking, like they group of friends they were, until they all wondered off to bed.

Things were relatively uneventful for the most part, until Thursday. On Thursday, when she was swimming, Sara heard a scream. Greg was actually the one doing the screaming, and for a good reason.

When she swam over to him, his face was twisted up in pain, and he was clutching his right arm, and blood was seeping out between his fingers.

"What happened," Sara demanded. Greg couldn't answer, he just shook his head frantically, and Sara didn't bother trying to make him answer. She half-lead, half-dragged Greg out of the water, trying very hard to maintain her calm. Her eyes scanned the beach for Kiley, or Archie, or Catherine or anyone really. Anyone she knew.

"What happened," came Kiley's freaked, panicked voice. She was running up to them, a towel wrapped around her waist.

"I don't know," Sara sais quickly. "Kiley, go find...find Ty or someone, and give me that towel. Kiley handed her sister the towel wrapped around her waist without question.

The blood from Greg's arm was dripping into the surrounding sand. Sara quickly pressed the towel to Greg's arms, and Greg held it there. He seemed to be getting his control back, even though it still really hurt.

They went back to the beach house, and Sara hurriedly looked for gauze bandages, pulling out the medicine cabinet, and looking for a fist aid kit. She didn't find anything when Ty finally got. And by that time, Greg, who was sitting on the couch, had almost passed out from blood loss.

"Did you call 9-1-1," Ty asked. Sara blinked a couple times and shook her head. That idea had completely escaped her. Ty went and got the phone and called 9-1-1.

The beach house was otherwise empty. Ty must have told Kiley to stay out, and keep the other guys out.

"Okay, the ambulance is coming," Ty said, coming into the living room. "What happened."

Sara shook her head. "I have no idea. No clue," She said softly. She was looking worriedly at Greg.

"Stop that," Greg said. It wasn't with his usual spunk, but at least he was talking. "I'm not dead yet."

If they were under any other situation, Sara would've laughed, because it was funny. After it stopped being horrible and scary and all that.

When the ambulance got there, Greg had indeed passed out. The wound on his arm just wouldn't stop bleeding, and Sara had entered anxious-freaked-out-panic mode again.

"I'm riding in the ambulance with him," Sara said quickly. The paramedics instantly moved aside for her. Ty nodded and helped her into the ambulance.

"I'll meet you at the hospital," Ty said.

When Ty got to the hospital, Sara was pacing the waiting room.

"Did you tell the others," Sara asked. Ty nodded.

"They're at the house all scared and anxious, waiting for a phone call," Ty said.

"They won't tell me anything," Sara exclaimed, resuming her pacing again. "Nothing!"

"Sara," Ty said, grabbing her shoulders and looking at her. "Calm down! Deep breath," Ty said.

Sara glared at Ty for a meant, temporally fueled with fire and defiance and worry, and then she seemed to collapse. She sat in a chair and seemed to lose all her fire.

"What happened," he asked. Sara shook her head.

"I heard him scream and saw his arm all bleeding...I saw Kiley and told her to find you...that's it," Sara said hopelessly.

Ty nodded and placed a hand on her shoulder. "It'll be okay Sara," he said. He smiled slightly when he spoke and said it with such sincerity, that Sara actually believed him. Even though the better (smarter) part of her brain was telling her it was hopeless, this new part, that seemed to awaken with the introduction of Greg into her life, was telling her to hope. So she did, she hoped.

All in all, this hope payed off. After a few hours, a doctor came out and told Sara that Greg was fine, awake and asking to see her. Sara smiled with joy and relief. She walked quickly to the room Greg was in.

"Hey," she said to Greg. He was laying on his bed and, aside from the bandage wrapped around his right arm, he looked relatively normal.

"Hi," Greg said happily, smiling and not even flinching.

"You look much better," Ty stated. He had walked in and smiled at Greg. Greg nodded enthusiastically.

"Where is everyone else," Greg asked, craning his neck to look at the door.

"They're back at the beach house," Ty said. "Did the doctors tell you when you could get out," he asked.

Greg nodded again. "Yeah. They said an hour, if I check out. They just needed to stitch me up," Greg said with a shrug.

"39," Greg said, apparently thrilled. "I got 39 stitches. I woke up after they wrapped up my arm and all that. They were gonna put me back to sleep to stitch me up. But I told them not to, just use the numbing stuff, 'cause I wanted to watch."

Sara rolled her eyes. It was so typical of Greg. "So did you," she asked. Greg nodded.

"I watched them put in all 39 stitches. It was so cool," He exclaimed. He was obviously having the time of his life right now.

"So do you know what did it," Sara asked. Greg shook his head.

"I heard them say something about a sand shark or something like that. But I don't know. It didn't feel like something bite me, so I don't know," Greg said. But he obviously wasn't going to let this stop him from having his fun.

"I'll bet I get a really cool scar," he said.

"What is it about guys and scars," Sara muttered.

"Scars are cool," Greg insisted. Sara laughed.

"So how do you like the hospital," Ty asked him.

"It's cool here," Greg said. "I hope I get to come back. Maybe I'll explode my house or something," Greg said with a grin on his face. Sara could tell that he was only half-joking and wondered what on earth gave Greg his personality.

"Yeah...Let's not do that Greg," Ty said. Greg laughed this time.

"Okay," he said, pretending to be very upset and discouraged.

"Greg Sanders," came the voice of a nurse. They all turned to the door.

"You're free to go," she said. "Just sign out at the desk. And get the information about coming back to get the stitches removed okay."

"Yay," Greg shouted and practically leaped out of bed. The nurse smiled, looking a bit shocked with Greg. Ty laughed.

"Okay, come on, let's get you home," Ty said.

"Are you dead or dying or any of that," Kiley asked Greg as soon as he walked in the door. Greg shook his head.

"Nope. I have 39 stitches in my arm, but that's all," he said grinning. "Were you all scared," he said in a mocking tone.

"No, I was hoping that there was a complication and they'd have to saw your arm off," Kiley said, not missing a beat.

"You wound me, Kiley," Greg said, placing a hand to his chest.

"I didn't put that gash in your arm."

"That's not what I meant."

"Don't try to keep up Greg, you don't have the brain capacity," Kiley said. There were grins on both Greg and Kiley's faces and it was apparent they were joking.

"So did you watch them put the stitches in," Kiley asked. Greg nodded enthusiastically.

"Yep. All 39," he said happily.