The paramedics asked Grissom to move aside to get to Greg and Catherine. Catherine demanded to ride along in the same ambulance as Greg.

At the hospital they admitted Catherine due to the concussion she suffered. She wanted to know about Greg, but they would not tell her anything. He had been taken into surgery immediately. He had lost a lot of blood again and they were not sure what kind of damage or organs the knife possibly impacted.

Grissom and Brass went to see her and asked her to tell them exactly what happened. She told them she was not sure exactly what happened between Tyler and Greg because she could not see them from where she had been tied up on the bed. She was too worried about Greg to tell them much more. They said they would come back later on once they knew about Greg. She was able to fall asleep even though she was worried about Greg's condition.

She had been asleep for a while when Grissom and Brass came into the room, looking grim. "Catherine," Grissom said to her. She opened her eyes and saw their faces.

"What's wrong? Where's Greg?" Her heart raced with panic.

Brass looked down. Grissom spoke softly. "I'm sorry, Catherine. He didn't make it through the surgery."

Catherine thought her heart stopped. "No! NO!! He can't be dead. You are lying to me. Where is he? Let me see him!" Catherine burst into tears, screaming.

She woke with a start, sitting up in bed. She looked around and no one was there. It was a dream. It had to be just a dream. She was about to get out of bed when Warrick and Nick walked in.

"Whoa, Catherine. You are supposed to stay in bed," Nick told her as he and Warrick tried to get her to lie back down.

"How's Greg? Is he alive? Please tell me!"

"Catherine, he is fine. Just minus his spleen now, but otherwise he is in ICU now, sleeping." Warrick sat down in the chair next to her bed.

"I want to see him," she demanded.

"He's fine. You can't do anything for him right now. Grissom is in his room with him now anyway. The doctors want you to stay put for now. You suffered from a pretty good concussion they told us. So just think about your own self for a bit. Greg will be there still later on." Nick said, trying to calm her down.

"You're sure he is going to be fine," she asked one more time.

"Yes, we promise," Warrick stated.

She relaxed some. They would not lie to her about this. "So they had to remove his spleen?"

"Yeah, too much damage from the knife. They said he was lucky it was a small knife. A large one could have killed him."

Catherine leaned her head back, relieved to know there was not too much damage. Greg had been through too much already.

"Are you doing okay," Nick asked her.

"Yeah, my arm and leg are just sore. My head feels better now."

They talked some more about what happened, but never brought up her relationship with Greg. She was not sure if Grissom told them or not. Then they let her get some more sleep, as they could see she was drifting off.

The next day Grissom was sitting in Greg's room in ICU. He had not woken up yet. He had promised Catherine that someone would stay with him until he woke up. He had just replaced Sara and let her go get some rest.

It was hard seeing Greg in the hospital again. The only thing that made him feel better about it this time was that Tyler Renning was now dead and maybe Greg could find some real peace.

He was reading a new issue of the forensics journal when he noticed Greg seeming to wake up. He put down the journal to greet Greg.

"Greg?" Greg opened his eyes slowly. He noticed Grissom looking at him. It was nice to have someone there this time when he woke up. Last time he remembered being alone.

"Hey Grissom," he said weakly.

"Glad to see you awake. How are you feeling?"

"Sore, but otherwise okay considering. How's Catherine?"

Grissom smiled. "She is fine. She is in her own room a floor down. They wanted to keep her overnight due to her concussion, but she is well."

"Glad to hear." He closed his eyes again and thought about the fact that he killed Tyler. He worried for a moment about that. He opened up his eyes and looked at Grissom.

"I killed Tyler in self defense, you know. I had to or I would be dead right now and probably Catherine too."

Grissom knew Greg was probably worried about having to go through another Coroner's Inquest, but this was a completely different kind of case from the Demetrius James one. "Greg, we know that. You do not need to worry about anything. This is a different sort of case. There will be no inquest on this one."

Greg took a shaky breath. "Are you sure?"

Grissom smiled at him. "I am sure, Greg. You will be fine."

Greg nodded his head in relief.

"Is there anything you need," Grissom asked him.

Greg felt weird asking but he asked if he could see Catherine.

"I will talk to the nurses and see if they say it is okay. If it is, I will bring her by myself."

Greg smiled in appreciation at Grissom. "Thanks."

"No problem, Greg. I will go now and see. Get some more rest until then." Greg nodded his head again and then closed his eyes.

Grissom came in a little while later to see Catherine. She was watching the television. She turned it off seeing Grissom come in.

"Hello! How are you feeling today," he asked her as he stood by her bedside.

"I think I am ready to get out of here. Um, have you seen Greg yet?" She looked hopeful that he had.

"As a matter of fact I just came from his room. He was asking about you." He smiled at her.

Her eyes lit up. "Really? He is awake and talking?"

"Yes, he is a bit weak still and in ICU, but he will be fine they say. I was wondering if you wanted to go see him now?"

"Of course I do. I have been worried sick about him."

"I figured so much, so I will get the nurse to bring in the wheelchair to take you over to his room." Grissom could see how happy this made Catherine.

The nurse opened the door, while Grissom wheeled Catherine into Greg's room. Catherine smiled as she saw Greg open his soft brown eyes. He smiled at her.

"Hey! Didn't I tell you I wasn't going to die?" He said meekly.

"Yeah, you did," Catherine smiled back.

Grissom cleared his throat a moment. "Um, I got some work back at the office. Just call for the nurse when you want to go back to your room. And Greg, glad to hear you're doing well."

Once Grissom felt, Catherine moved closer to Greg's bed. "So I hear you are spleen-less."

"Yeah supposedly you can live without the thing for the most part. Guess I am lucky Ty did not know how to really cause damage."

Catherine held his hand and looked at him seriously. "How are you really doing?"

He appeared thoughtful. "Honestly, even though Ty still managed to stab me, I am glad he is dead. When I walked in your room and saw you…I was so scared for that second." He closed his eyes and shook his head of the memory. "But I knew it had to be Tyler. I saw you look and instincts just kicked in. I should have realized he had another knife on him."

"You couldn't have known." She caressed his face. "You're okay and I am okay, that's all that matters now."

"Yeah, I guess so. Grissom said I won't have to worry about an inquest or anything like that with what happened."

"I should hope not. He would have killed you and then me if you had not done what you did." She looked down at the floor. "I do not know what I would have done if you had died." Her eyes gazed back into his. "I've become really attached to having you around. I know a part of me would have never been the same if you died."

He smiled. "Well I feel the same about you. I am just grateful he did not hurt you too badly. He's one sick bastard. He actually licked my blood off his knife, saying how sweet it was." Greg made a disgusted face.

Catherine's eyes widened. "He did it again?"

He narrowed his eyes in questioning. "Again?"

She lowered her eyes. "Yeah he did it back in the hotel room, after slashing your back. You could not see it, but it is an image that has haunted many of my dreams about that day."

Greg's face was solemn. "I'm sorry that had to be hard to see."

She shook her head. "You have nothing to be sorry about. I am just sorry you had to go through all of that and here again you are in the hospital."

He shrugged his shoulders, grimacing with the movement. "Well at least you are here with me this time around." He held her hand tight.

She caressed his face. "I am glad I am here with you this time too."

They took a moment just enjoying being alive and in each other's presence before Greg spoke again. "So the cat's out of the bag now? Has anyone said anything to you about us being together?"

Catherine shook her head. "No, I think they are just giving us time right now before they say anything more."

Greg smiled some. "Well, then I think we need to take advantage of that time as much as we can."

She smirked at him. "We can't do much here in the hospital bed. Besides you just had surgery yesterday."

He frowned, knowing he was still in pain. "I know, but when I am out of ICU, you know there is always foreplay." He could not hide his grin.

Catherine laughed. "You are crazy."

"And that's one of the reasons why you love me," he said still smiling.

She gazed at him adorningly. "Yes, it is." She scooted over to him and kissed him.

THE END!

A/N-Thanks everyone for reading. Thanks to KyliedaRock, Haldir's Heart and Soul, Teamarie, GoldenLocks, tricks-meuler, and everyone else for leaving lovely reviews. I really appreciated them a lot. You all rock! Thanks to my so called editor winks at slappywhite for your help. I am thinking about a sequel to this...but not quite ready to do one yet.