Nick's POV
We sort of lost the bound we had had when I first joined the lab. When I became Supervisor of the other day shift team, we rarely saw each other unless it was one of the kid's birthdays or one of the social occasions Catherine set up every now and then.
I occasionally saw him about the halls of the lab, but every time I saw him, he looked more and more depressed.
Sofia communicated with him a lot more, through emails and the like. The kids adored him, always waiting excitedly for their Grandpa Grissom to arrive.
But even though he laughed and smiled with them, it was clear that he saw something he would never have in front of him; a family.
When Sara had left him and the lab, it had struck him hard. I think that deep inside he was still holding on to what remained of their love. Hoping that she would leave Alex and her children to go back to him.
But for all his faults, he was liked and there was a large turnout at his funeral.
He was religious once, I know, but there was a lot of debate about whether he should be buried in a graveyard, or have his body donated to a body farm.
We decided on a funeral. It later turned out that his will dictated that he did not want to be an experiment. By the end of his life, I think he was fed up with experiments and just became tired, even though he loved his job.
I'll miss him, I know that much. I'll genuinely miss him now that he's gone and I know a lot of people will miss him, especially the old Graveyard team.
After the funeral and wake, we went out for a meal, just the old team, to remember the man that had made us who we were today…