Trouble in Paradise Chapter 10: Never Forget, a csi fanfic

Yeah! Two new chapters in one night! Yes, Cary, a promised Styx song. Enjoy, and don't forget to R&R! 3 G.

"Babe" by Styx

I don't own Styx either. I'm suddenly very depressed. L

Never Forget

A week had passed and Greg was out of the hospital. At Ryan's, he slowly helped little John put on his little suit for the funeral.

John looked up at Greg. "We're going to say good-bye to Mommy today, right?" he asked.

Greg looked sadly at his son and nodded. "Yes, Johnny, we're going to say good-bye to Mommy. But it's not forever." He finished buttoning John's jacket. Standing up, he held himself and coughed lightly. He still felt sore from the day he was shot.

John frowned as Greg finally stood. "Is Mommy sad because you got hurt too, Daddy?" He looked curiously at Greg.

Greg smiled slightly. "I'm sure she is, son." He looked to the door as Ryan entered.

"You ready?" Ryan asked. He was dressed in a black suit like Greg's.

"Yeah," Greg replied. He and John found Emmy, then followed Ryan out to their cars. Greg followed Ryan to the cemetery.

"Daddy?" Jenna asked from the backseat.

"What, sweetie?"

"Since Mommy isn't here anymore, can she still hear and see me?"

Greg smiled a little. "Of course, sweetie. Mommy will always be watching over us."

"So she'll never forget us?"

"Never."

"Good, 'cause I won't forget her."

Greg swallowed tears. "I know, baby."

"So will Mum be at my wedding?" John asked, randomly.

Greg laughed a little. "Yes. You're thinking about that already?"

John smiled triumphantly. "Emmy and I wanna get married when we grow up."

Greg smiled, slightly amused. He listened to his children's conversations as he continued on to the cemetery.

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Everybody stood in a large circle around the gravesite. There was a light drizzle, and everybody pulled their jackets tighter around them. They watched as the preacher paused during his speech to ask if anyone wanted to give a final good-bye. Greg stepped foreword. There was silence as he stepped in front of the coffin.

"Sara," Greg whispered, shakily. He paused for a moment to swallow back tears. Sighing sadly, he finally continued. "Sara, I miss you so much…I…I love you and…the kids miss you too. Please…don't forget us…I love you…good-bye, love." He placed a single red rose on the coffin before stepping back into the crowd. He forced back tears as they played Sara's favorite song as they lowered her coffin.

Babe, I'm leaving, I must be on my way
The time is drawing near
My train is going, I see it in your eyes
The love, the need, your tears
But I'll be lonely without you
And I'll need your love to see me through
Please believe me, my heart is in your hands
And I'll be missing you.

You know it's you Babe
Whenever I get weary and I've had enough
Feel like giving up
You know it's you Babe
Giving me the courage and the strength I need
Please believe that it's true
Babe, I love you.

Babe, I'm leaving, I'll say it once again
Somehow try to smile
I know the feeling we're trying to forget
If only for a while
But I'll be lonely without you
And I'll need your love to see me through
Please believe me, my heart is in your hands
And I'll be missing you
Babe, I love you.

Everybody filed out as the song ended. Ryan squeezed Greg's shoulder as they began to leave. "Are you going to be ok?"

Greg smiled sadly and nodded. "Yeah, I think so."

Calleigh approached him and embraced him tightly. "It'll take time, I know. We'll always be here if you need us."

Greg cried lightly on her shoulder. "I know, thank you." He pulled out of her embrace slowly as the others approached.

Grissom hesitated for a second before squeezing Greg's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Greg…for Sara and the way we treated you. It wasn't your fault, we were wrong to assume that. There's always room for you back in Vegas if you change your mind."

Greg smiled slightly. "Thanks, Griss. I appreciate it." He shook Grissom's hand, and shared final good-byes with the rest of his team.

"Good luck, man. See you around," Warrick said, patting Greg on the back.

"You better come visit us," Catherine said. "Lindsay will want to say good-bye too." With tears in her eyes, she hugged Greg tightly. "You've always been a son to me."

"We'll miss you, buddy," Nick said. He hugged Greg slightly. "Take care of yourself."

"I will," Greg said. He watched as the others left before heading to his own car.

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The slight drizzle had escalated into a full blown thunderstorm by nightfall. The lightning and loud thunder crashes scared Emmy. "Mommy! Daddy!" she exclaimed, rushing into Calleigh and Ryan's bedroom.

Calleigh, who was cradling Daniel to sleep, looked up. "It's ok, sweetie, come here."

"Mummy, I'm scared," she cried, holding onto Calleigh's leg. She jumped us as Ryan entered. "Daddy! I'm scared."

"Oh, it's ok, baby," Ryan said, picking her up and holding her close. "The noise won't hurt you." He rocked her back and forth until she fell asleep, then set her down on the bed. As he watched her sleep, he though back to the events of the past two weeks. He looked up as Calleigh sat next to him.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked, putting her hand on top of his.

Ryan held her hand and ran his thumb over it. "Everything that's happened," he answered. He looked at Emmy, then at Calleigh. "Cal, I would have died if that was you and Em. I don't know how Greg does it." He hung his head.

Calleigh put her arms around him. "I promise I won't let anything happen."

Ryan hugged her tighter. "I promise too."

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Greg was undisturbed by the storm, but was shaken by bad dreams. He had to be on the flight to Vegas in seven hours so he could pack his belongings, along with Jenna and John's, and move to Miami. The dreams weren't letting him sleep.

"Daddy?" John asked, seeing Greg thrash around in his sleep.

"Daddy!" Jenna exclaimed. She bounced on the bed, forcing Greg awake.

Greg held himself since the thrashing made him sore. He turned his head as his eyes welled up with tears.

"Dad, are you ok?" John asked, joining Jenna on the bed.

Greg looked to his children through tears. Sitting up slowly, he put his arms around them and cried slightly. "I'm ok," he whispered.

Jenna hugged him tighter. "We miss Mommy too, Daddy. Don't cry."

Greg swallowed a sob and nodded. Laying back down, he held his kids close on either side of him until they were all asleep.

TBC

Almost done. Two more chapters left. Lemme know if you though this chapter was sad or not. Keep reading and R&R. If you R&R, the cookie fairy will pay you a visit. Lol! 3 G.