Greg's POV
He taught me everything I know as a CSI, as a supervisor, as an adult. I got promoted a few years ago, just after Sara left the labs. She became a science teacher at the local elementary school. She was an automatic hit from what I can gather. The children love her and idolise her, I know her own children do.
You know, I think Sara leaving was one of the blows for him. He seemed to always hold on to the idea that she might come back to him. She never did. Poor guy, he really did love her. Always, right up to the day he died.
I try to remember him by being a good supervisor; by teaching everything he had taught me to my new CSIs, to my little children. I know he wanted children, you could see it in his eyes whenever he saw the 'CSI babies'. He taught them and they taught him, in their own way. Every birthday and Christmas there would be a small gift for them.
So, as I sit at my desk facing the door, I can't help but look at the Billy Bass fish I got from his office, above it as photo of him; my teacher, my friend, my 'father'.