AN: Man I am on a roll! Another one! I guess because I'm so close to the end and I just want to get them out and over with. Well, anyways here it is..

Warnings: Despite the fact that I have been watching medical shows for a good portion of my life (ER was my first TV show obsession), I'm still no expert with the stuff. So, I tried to use as little as possible, but it was still needed. So to all of you who know more about medicine and medical procedures: I'm sorry to disappoint. I tried to keep it as realistic as possible based on the info I already know. So.. Just bare with me. Thanks ; Oh.. and a little more questionable language.

Enjoy!

Everything was rushing by a mile-a-minute, Nick couldn't hold on. It was all too much, seeing Greg like that, knowing that he could die at any minute. He didn't want to be there, and yet he couldn't have willingly gone anywhere else. He needed to be here for his friend. But it was so hard. The medic was slinging out words that he only half understood. Most of it just flew over his head, not really because he didn't know all that medical jargon, but that he was not focusing on anything other than his broken friend. It was obvious that the stab wound was the biggest problem at the moment, but Nick couldn't understand why it happened. Greg hadn't been stabbed on the video they had seen. Maybe Don had tried to finish him off, and then freaked out about it and tried to kii himself. Bastard, Nick thought to himself.

Nick watched as the one medic and an officer gently, yet quickly got Greg down, his body limp as it was relived of it's chains. They laid him gently on the floor, trying not to move his neck.

"We need a gurney," the medic shouted.

Nick stayed where he was, not wanting to leave Greg at all, but Sara decided to go find the needed gurney.

She was almost relieved to leave the room, or torture chamber was a much better name for it. She ran out of the room and around the nearest corner where she saw a pair of medics loading a man on a gurney. It was the kidnapper, and she immediately questioned why he got two medics, while Greg only got one.

"We… We need a gurney now!" Sara shouted at the medics.

She watched as the two medics looked at each other quickly, then back at Sara.

"We don't have one!" One of them yelled.

Sara stopped momentarily, then her anger took over her.

"Then where the hell is one," she yelled back.

"There isn't one! We only had two ambulances, the other ones gone. We have to go!" They started to push the man, who Sara knew was Don the kidnapper, but she grabbed the gurney.

"AND YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING TO TAKE THIS ASSHOLE BEFORE GREG?!!?" She screamed, and just then Nick and Warrick came around the corner with a very impatient and worried look.

"Ma'am! I'm sorry, but we have to take whoever is in worse condition!" The other medic yelled, then pushed past Sara.

This was more than they could handle. Warrick and Nick ran after them, out of the house and down the driveway. Right after they pushed the man on the gurney into the ambulance, Nick grabbed the closest medic's arm and pulled him out of the ambulance.

"You better figure something out now, because the innocent man is in there is dying," he said quickly and fiercely.

The medic stopped, looked at Warrick and Nick, then back into the ambulance.

"I.. I… We just phoned for another ambulance" he stuttered, then tried to return to the ambulance. But this time, Warrick grabbed him and pulled him to his face.

"Get some supplies and we'll take him in the car, but he sure as hell is not waiting for another ambulance. He's bleeding freely from a stab wound," Warrick said, in the most demanding tone Nick had ever heard come from him.

Warrick's harsh words seemed to convince the EMT, because he ran back into the back of the ambulance and grabbed a back broad handed it over to Warrick, then stuffed his arms with different things, and practically threw them over to Nick. Without any further words, he closed the ambulance doors from the inside, and then the ambulance was off, it's sirens blaring.

People stood shocked all around them, but Nick and Warrick wasted no time, they immediately took off at a sprint back into the room where Greg was at.

"There are no ambulances. We have to get him there ourselves," Nick shouted.

Everyone in the room gaped at these words, but the medic seemed the most worried about the idea.

"I, I can't do that. We have nothing to care for him." The medic blurted out, but still kept his eyes on Greg and his hands doing different things with him.

"No, we have some things," Warrick said quickly and emptied their arms of the different medical supplies.

The medic stared at the supplies, then at everyone's hopeful looks in the room.

"Look, if he can wait about ten to fifteen minutes, then he can stay, but otherwise we will take him to the hospital, with or without you," Grissom said finally, kneeling at Greg's side but staying out of the medic's way.

The medic looked back at Greg, felt his pulse, then turned back to Grissom.

"Ok, we take him in the car. Help me out," he said, and pushed something into Grissom's hand.

"Squeeze this every 5 seconds noy too hard or quick, you two, help me get him onto the board after I get the neck brace on," the medic said, taking charge of the situation. Warrick and Nick got ready to help place Greg on the board. They watched as the EMT placed the large red neck brace on Greg's neck, and then looked up at the two men.

They came in quickly and helped him get Greg on the board.

"OK we'll need a big car, police escort, and you two women will be with me, got it?" The medic barked out. Everyone nodded.

"OK GO GO!!"

Warrick and Nick, holding the back board started to move quickly out of the house, and Grissom did his best to keep up with them, as well as focusing on squeezing the bag every five seconds. Sara, Catherine, and the EMT ran before them, moving people out of the way, clearing a path to the CSI Denali.

"JIM! Get in the car and take us to Desert Palms!" Catherine shouted, opening the back door of the Denali and made sure that it was empty for Greg and the medic.

Brass ran to his cop car, and turned on the lights. As Warrick and Nick placed Greg in the back of the Denali, the EMT jumped in and took over Grissom's job. Catherine and Sara got into the back of the Denali with the medic, and started doing as he said. Grissom ran to the front of the Denali and got it ready to drive. And off they went.

Nick and Warrick ran to Brass' cop car and jumped in, and they also started down the street and in front of the Denali to clear the path of all oncoming cars.

They were now flying down the long road they had come down hours before, but now they had Greg. That made things better, even though they were unsure of how long they would be able to keep him.

Grissom focused solely on driving, knowing that the last thing they needed was to get in a crash going the speed they were, with a very unstable Greg in the back. However, a small part of him was also listening to the EMT, who was still barking out orders to Catherine and Sara. As long as he didn't hear anything like "We lost his pulse", things were going alright. Grissom turned his attention back to the road and the bumper of Brass's car.

In the corner if his eye, he could see both Nick and Warrick turning around in their seats to get a better view of the contents of the Denali. Grissom couldn't help but find this slightly amusing, given the situation. It made him think of two little kids trying to get glimpse of a movie star, or maybe even a Christmas present.

In the back of the Denali, Catherine was bumping up and down, trying to pay attention to what the EMT, named Tony, was saying. She managed of course, but it was hard to focus every time she looked at Greg. He was unnaturally pale, even under all the blood. His eyes were closed and his body limp.

"Dammit! I'm losing breath sounds!" The medic screamed, causing Catherine and Sara's heart to skip a beat.

"HOW MUCH LONGER GIL?" Catherine screamed from the back,

Grissom was scared now, but answered steadily.

"We're almost there! Just one minute!" He replied, keeping his eyes focused on the road.

"We need to get him out of here now," Tony said under his breath.

A minute later, the Denali screeched to a halt and a medical team that was waiting at the emergency entrance threw the door open and just like that, Greg was whisked away.

Everyone had gotten out of there vehicles now, and watched as he disappeared into the white building. They stood there, and caught their breath, something they had been holding for the last couple of hours.

It was then they noticed that they were all covered in Greg's blood. It was so unreal to them all. None of them panicked at the sight of their blood soaked clothes and skin, just stared at themselves. Everything that they had just seen and done rushed through their minds. Then, they knew it was time to go face the next phase of the entire ordeal. And possibly, the most important.

He had survived everything up until this point, and from here on out, his survival was all up to his doctors, and his own attitude. They all knew Greg was strong, but even the strongest person has their breaking point. The point at which they cannot take anymore, and just stop trying and allow themselves to just go along with the ride.

Deep down they hoped Greg hadn't reached that point.

While Brass and another police officer moved the Denali and cop car, the remaining CSI's started their walk into the building, not knowing what to expect, but all hoping for the best.

Two hours. Two long hours of waiting. The same waiting that they had been having to endure for about the past week. Warrick sat quietly in the same place he had been for all two hours. He looked around at his friends all spread out across the waiting room, looking so tired and exhausted. Luckily, they had all been given scrubs in exchange for the blood soaked clothes, as they had all refused to leave the hospital until they got even a little news on what was going on.

The only thing they knew at this point was that Greg had been red-lined to the OR, and the only reason they knew this was because they saw him being rushed to an elevator and heard the doctors suggest to them to go onto the third floor and wait there. Once they got up there, they discovered for themselves that it was the OR waiting room they were now in, as apposed to the ER waiting room.

Other than that, they had got nothing for the past two hours. And after just the first hour, they had given up in their attempts to harass information from the passing doctors and random hospital workers. They had all noticed the difference in the doctors now as they walked past the waiting room. They all sped up and didn't make any contact with them.

So now, out of exhaustion and the knowledge that they had no other choice, they all relaxed as best they could.

Warrick noticed Sara's puffy red eyes recovering from crying earlier starting to droop. He wanted her to go to sleep. He was sure none of them had really gotten any real sleep for the past few days, and if one of them got the opportunity to sleep, then by all means, sleep away.

Catherine had spread out across about three of the waiting room chairs. She wasn't going to be going to sleep anytime soon, that much she knew. It definitely was not because she wasn't tired, but it was because there was too much going on in her hear right now. Every time she closed her eyes, the pictures of the night, graphic pictures of seeing Greg flickered through her mind like an old movie. She couldn't bare to see it all over again though she knew it was as bad as it was only because they had no clue how Greg was doing. Once she was able to see him again, the pain of what she had seen would ease significantly. Or so she hoped.

She looked over at Grissom, and debated what to do about him. He was in the same position he had been in since they had been moved up to the OR waiting room. He sat fairly straight in his chair, staring out at nothing. He had the vacant Grissom look that he always got when he was thinking too hard about something. But Catherine answered her question quickly when she remembered just how hard it had been to get Grissom to come back to reality long enough to change out of his clothes soaked with Greg's blood, and into scrubs. And even now, he hadn't washed off all of the blood from his hands and arms.

However, this didn't worry her too much. This was Grissom, after all. He reacted to situations differently than most people. She was however worried about Nick. He had found himself a chair off in the corner of the waiting room, away from everyone else. They had all noticed it, but decided not to pursue it, knowing that all of this was different for him. They thought it was best to give him some space, and besides, none of them really wanted to talk about anything right now anyway.

Catherine couldn't see his face anymore because he was leaning against the wall, but he was not asleep. She wished she could say something to him that would make him feel better, but she knew there was no way she could help him because she didn't know what he was going through. She had never been kidnapped herself. But, in her defense (and the other CSI's) they had already had to deal with having someone they cared about be kidnapped. So, their situations were all different. However, their friendship and love they shared for Greg was the connector, and would therefore give them all something to talk about. However, not now.

And then, their prayers were answered: A man in a white lab coat walked out of the doors that Greg had gone into hours ago and came over to them all.

"Excuse me? Who all is here for Gregory Sanders?" He asked softly, trying not to disturb them too much, as it was well past midnight now.

But it was no bother to any of them, quite the opposite really. They all perked up and even Nick left his isolated chair to join the others before the doctor.

"I'm guessing you are all his co-workers? Crime Scene Investigators?" The doctor asked.

They exchanged kind of confused looks, but nodded back to the doctor.

"Ok then, well you should know that on his emergency records, he requested to keep you all informed of his medical conditions, so I am allowed to tell you all what's going on."

They let out a sigh of relief, but wondered when Greg had changed his emergency contact sheet. They decided to think about it later, and went back to holding their breath as the doctor spoke.

"Well, I've been informed that you all assisted on getting Mr. Sanders here in one piece, and I must say that it is a good thing that you all did, because when we got him, he probably didn't have more than five minutes left, so you can all congratulate yourselves on that one," he stopped and let them all soak in these words, knowing that it was a lot to deal with.

"And because he got here when he did, we were able to save him. Up until this point, at least. Now, I strongly believe he will stay that way, but there is always the possibility." He stopped again.

"Well, well what all's wrong. What's the main problem now?" Catherine asked quietly.

"Well, as you may have guessed, blood loss was our main concern. We successfully conducted a blood transfusion, and we're just waiting to make sure his body excepts it. That is probably our biggest concern as of now. We were able to repair the damage caused by the stab wound, but he is covered in other injuries, inside and out. You were all able to see the multiple cuts and abrasions. And bruises, but there are also some broken bones. The ribs were the most troublesome of that category because they were very close to puncturing his lungs, but we fixed that in time. Other than that, he has a broken collar bone and fractured wrist. And finally, he was dehydrated pretty bad, and slightly mal-nourished." he took a deep breath then added as he took off his glasses and looked them all in the eyes. "All-in-all, he was very lucky. I know that sounds awful given the state he is in, but with all he went through, he should have been dead. He must be a very strong fighter," he finished with an encouraging smile.

They all allowed themselves to breath again. Greg had fought. The idea made them smile themselves. Everything was ok for the moment, and none of them really thought that that would change. Greg had made it that far, and they didn't think he would lose hope now.

"So… so his chances are good," Nick asked quietly.

The doctor looked at him and was sure to add as much encouragement as he could, noting at how scared the young man, and all of them for that matter looked.

"I personally think that he will make it. It's really up to him now, and given the fact that he has held on for this long, I don't see any reason to suspect he won't make a full recovery. With time and help from all of you, of course."

They smiled with watery eyes and nodded. They were going to be there for them at every movement he needed them, and maybe even a little more knowing how Greg could be. They weren't going to let him go through this alone.

"Doctor, when do you think we can see him?" Sara asked, reasonably happier but still sleepy.

The doctor smiled, and thought about it for a minute.

"Well, he just got out of surgery, and it is way past visiting hours, so I'm afraid I cannot permitt anyone to actually go inside his room," he paused and looked at their dissapointed expressions, then added with a mischevious smile. "But I don't see why you guys can't stand outside the room and look in. That is if you would like to see him."

"Thank you, Doctor"

He smiled and nodded, then led them to Greg's room.

"Now don't be alarmed when you see him. We have him in the ICU and there are a lot of tubes hooked up to him, including a ventilator. We needed the ventilator because as I mentioned earlier, his ribs were close to puncturing his lungs, so they aren't working their best right now, but it's nothing to be too worried about. Just want to warn you all before hand, because it usually looks worse than it really is."

He finally stopped at a door, and right away they could see him through the glass window.

Right away, they knew this was going to be very difficult.

Brass had been coming in and out of the hospital over the two hours, checking on the CSI's and getting any new information they had. He had seen the kid before he was sent to the hospital and it wasn't good. However, he himself had ended up at the very same hospital with a very serious gun shot wound, and yet here he was. So, if anyone could keep the kid alive, these people could.

The last time he had come into the hospital, he noticed everyone had left the waiting room. Right away he asked the lady at the front desk and she had briefed him on what was going on. After hearing that they allowed everyone to go see Greg, Brass had thought about going, remembering that Greg had been there for him when he woke up, but then changed his mind.

This was a time for the people closest to the kid, and the little glass window was going to be crowded as it is. Besides, the lady had told him that Greg wasn't expected to wake up anytime soon, so Brass figured he would make better use of his time.

He had just come from the other OR waiting room after checking on the suspect, who was still in surgery, but was also still alive. After hearing that, he was told that the man's son, Benjamin was on the first floor. So, he decided to go see if you could get any information from Ben.

So he made his way down to the first floor, and found the area where Ben was waiting. It was just one of the rooms that are seperated by curtains. Brass pulled back Ben's curtain and entered. When he walked in, he immidiately saw Ben sitting on his bed staring at nothing. There was white gaze wrapped around his head. He turned his gaze up to Brass, and he noticed that the boy had been crying.

"Hello, Benjamin Everett?" Brass asked cautiously then continued when the boy nodded. "I'm Captain Jim Brass, and I was wondering if you could give me any information on what happened tonight?"

When Brass finished asking the question, Ben kind of looked away, as if getting the courage to speak. He turned back to Brass.

"Yeah... well, I was asleep for most of the day," he said quietly and without really concentrating on what he was saying. "My uh.. my dad" he stopped at the word 'dad' and a few more tears rolled down his face. "Well, he had insisted on doing this.. and I, I didn't want to but he did it anyway. And, he started getting too violent with it so.. so we got in a fight and... well I got this," he pointed half-heartedly up to his wrapped head.

"So, I was sleeping for most of the day and.. and I don't know what happened while I was asleep because.. because he promised that he wouldn't use those chains unless.. unless it was an emergency and.." he stopped again and looked down.

"Well, when he woke me up, I... I knew it was all over, and.. and I got mad at him, and went to see.. Gr.. Greg and..." he bowed his head and stayed like that for a moment. Finally, he looked back up at Brass.

"I yelled at him to let Greg go, and I.. I thought he was going too, but then he just... oh God.." Brass guessed he was gettting to the part where Greg was stabbed. And though he felt some sympathy for the kid, part of him knew that Ben could have done more to help Greg out, so he urged him on.

"He told me that he wanted me to leave. Go outside to you guys. But... but I said no, because I was afriad that he only wanted me to leave so he could kill Greg. So I stayed," he scrunched up his face, more tears falling down.

"We fought about it for a moment, but then... then he just.. just stabbed him... he just stabbed him."

The pain on this boy's face was real, and even though Brass still felt slightly suspicious of him, he also couldn't think a lilttle higher of him as well.

"He told me that the longer I stayed in the house, the longer Greg was going to go without... getting any help. So... I started to leave... And then he grabbed me from behind... I had no idea what to think... But now, I think it was... so that you all would see me as... as just another prisoner.." This seemed to be the big finish to everything he had just said.

"Ben, you realize that your father shot himself, right?" Brass asked cautiously.

Ben sat in silence for a second, then looked up, his face looking completely different. It was anger.

"Is he dead?"

Brass looked at him and understood how he could be angry at his dad.

"No, actually he's just barely alive, though they don't expect him to live."

There was something like triumph on Ben's face, but it disappeared quickly.

"Look, I... I know there was more that I could have done.. to... to help Greg. And I know that I could have some criminal charges against me. But.. but I just want to apologize to.. to everyone that.. that knows him. I know how it feels to have... someone taken from you... and I know how much it hurts, especially.. if they die."

Minute by minute, Brass liked this kid more and more. He was in pain, but he was also right: he could have done more. But he saw no reason in making Ben feel worse than he aldready did.

"Thank you for your help Ben. And, we do have a cop watching you, just in case. But we won't know the extent of the charges, if any at all, until Greg is able to tell us what happened," as Brass said this, he secretly hoped that it would in fact happen. He had heard that they were still not entirely sure he was going to make it, but Brass decided to believe he was until something happened to give him any reason to stop believeing that.

Brass stood up, nodded his head a little saying goodbye to Ben, then left the room and started his walk to the third floor to see Greg.

AN: Don't you guys just love how they are all taking charge? Haha, I loved writing about Nick and Warrick ganging up on that medic. HAha, he stood no chance against them. Sorry for the lame ending. Ok so, this one is long like the others... I think its in the 4000's or over. But ya'll better not be complaining about it!! hahah ok well, the next one will be out soon, and apparently, I'm not going to be able to get this one at before we go back to school, but its ok.

Also, to everyone that reviews, I try to reply to them, but because the alert things aren't working, none of you get them.. so.. just know that I reply to most of the reviews I get. So thanks everyone:)