Disclaimers: see part 1.

Author's note: Thanks for the reviews, some of you brought me in a bit of a difficult situation since I'm a slash writer and not a gen. writer……. But I decided to change the story a bit and to write two different endings (on for the slash fans and one for the gen. ones)……so it's going to take some time to finish the story, please hang on. Now on with the story.

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CSI Lab

The sight that greeted Grissom when he arrived was one of utter chaos, forget all the well coordinated rescue teams that you always seen on TV, this was despair in it's truest form. Policemen, ambulance personnel, even some people who had managed to get out of the building in time where running around looking for survivors.

Grissom could hardly believe his eyes, although the news had sounded bad enough he had not imagined this kind of destruction. A war zone didn't do the scene justice. The smoke that came from the building could be seen from miles away. Every ambulance, fire truck and rescue service that was available was present and ready to transport survivors to the hospitals. It had taken Grissom more then two hours to arrive at the scene, after being forced to stop multiple times because the roads could not handle the massive amount of vehicles. And know that he had finally arrived he almost wished he hadn't: Catherine, Sara, Greg, Nick, Warrick even Hodges they were all dear to him…..they were his family. But seeing the destruction of the building he knew that it would be a miracle if even one of them had survived.

For the first time in his live Grissom knew utter grief, sinking to his knees he stared in trance at the flames, which were slowly consuming his entire life, and the firemen who were trying to extinguish it.

Closing his eyes he allowed the pain he felt inside of him slowly consume him, after all the pain was all he had now.

Overwhelmed by his grief Grissom almost missed the voice calling his name.

"Grissom, o my god your alive. Are you alright? Please open your eyes…..Grissom?"

Slowly opening his eyes blinking away the tears that were streaming down his face, Grissom studied the figure in front of him, his eyes widening when he recognized the figure "……your alive…"

TBC….ok short one I know but I'm rewriting the story for the gen. readers, I'm also trying to finish my first CSI: NY fic (posting it very soon), so stay with me ok? O, does anybody have a clue who might have survived the explosion? Because I do evil laughter