Brass's POV
I'd known him for as long as I can remember since moving to Vegas. I saw him when he was at his most depressed and his happiest, and I have never seen a man change as much as he did.
When he was with Sara, there was life in his eyes and some of the old him came back, but take Sara out of the equation and you have a man with nothing to live for but his work.
We all tried to get him to go out more, go to breakfast with his new team, integrate in the same way he had with his old team, but he wouldn't listen.
We couldn't even get him to retire or take some holiday time; he just shut himself in his office, ignoring the rest of the world, only his pet tarantula for company.
I retired, a couple of years after Sara married. I was sort of forced to because of my physical condition after the shooting. Now, all I do is sit at home with my plants. I'd never enjoyed gardening before my retirement. I guess I didn't have enough time.
Even in my 'lazy' days, I still saw him at various birthday parties the 'CSI babies' had. The last one I saw him at would have been Nick and Sofia's eldest- Laura's party.
He's gone now. I just hope that wherever he has gone, he's a lot happier than he was on Earth.
I'm not blaming anyone for his misery than himself. It was his own fault and arrogance that stopped him from being happy.