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Spoilers: season seven

Greg cautiously opened his eyes. He found himself lying on a stretcher. His ears were still ringing as he tried to get his bearings. He attempted to sit up, but was stopped by a painful twinge through his ribs. Moving seemed to be a bad idea at the moment.

Sanders lay back down, shivering. It was freezing out here. He could hear people shouting, as he remembered what had just happened. His head was killing him. He took a deep breath. The night air felt good despite the cold.

He then decided to try and get up again. Greg shivered, ignoring the pain as he struggled to get a better look at what was going on around him. They had found the primary crime scene only to have it explode. He remembered trying to find Nick, that his friend had been hurt.

He staggered to his feet, wanting to figure out what was going on. After a quick look around, Greg saw Horatio talking to some paramedics a few feet away. He limped over to see what was happening.

It still hurt to move, but Greg was feeling a little better now that he was on feet again. After Horatio was done talking to the paramedic, Greg went over to him. "Hey."

"Good to see that you're up again." Horatio smiled at him. "You okay?"

"More or less." Greg said, surprised at how raspy his voice had sounded. "Is Nick okay?"

"He's with the paramedics now. They said his injuries were pretty minor." Horatio turned toward Greg, who was visibly shaking. "You sure that you're all right?"

"Just cold." Greg looked back at him. He shrugged. "First time I found an exploding crime scene."

"Happens to me all the time." Horatio said. They were interrupted by the arrival of two department Denalis.

Horatio went to greet the new arrivals, while Greg went to find Nick. It wasn't that difficult.

Nick was with two paramedics trying to explain that he didn't need to go to the hospital. "I'm fine!" the Texan insisted.

Then he saw Greg watching a few feet away. "Hey, Greggo. You all right?"

Greg rolled his eyes. "I'm f-fine." He couldn't tell if he was shaking from the cold or from rattled nerves. Either way, between that and the sore throat, it was hard to talk.

Nick studied his friend for a moment, noticing a nasty looking burn on Greg's arm and a cut over his right eye. He was also shaking like a leaf. "You don't sound fine, G. You must be freezing." He offered Greg his jacket.

From the way Greg put it on, Stokes knew that was Greg hurt a lot worse then he pretended to be. "You defiantly not fine." Nick told him.

'Nick…" The last thing Greg wanted was to be made to go home. Nick shook his head and gently poked Greg in the ribs. "Ow!" Greg yelped before he could stop himself. "Okay, point made. Just don't do that again."

"Medic!" Nick's shout brought over Hank Pettigrew, EMT, and their friend Sara's ex. Greg grudgingly allowed him to look at his injuries.

"Let's see, minor burns and lacerations to the forearm. Then he looked over at the cut on Greg's face. It wasn't that deep, so Hank just bandaged it. "Are you injured anywhere else?"

After an annoyed look from Nick, Greg took off the jacket that Nick had loaned him and his shirt to let Hank examine his ribs. "I think something hit me when the bomb went off."

"Doesn't look broken, but you really should go to hospital to make sure, or at least get some rest. You don't look so good."

Sanders rolled his eyes. "I'll take that under advisement after we catch the psycho who did this. By the way, could you take a look at my friend here? He was out cold when Lt. Caine and I got him out of there."

Hank did. "Nick seems to have a minor concussion and injuries to his leg. Nothing that serious, but it's my professional opinion that neither of you should be working right now." He walked away, knowing that they would completely ignore his advice.

Greg grabbed his shirt and the coat Nick had loaned him. "We should go see hat the others are doing." He told Nick about the Denali's arriving.

The two of them limped over to see what was going on. Grissom, Warrick, and Natalia greeted them. Horatio was also waiting for them.

"Hi, boss." Greg said. "I've got good news and bad news."

Grissom shook his head. Only Greg would come up with something like that.

"The good news is this is our primary crime scene."

"And?"

"The bad news is it exploded."

A/N sorry this so late, but I've been kind of busy. I will try and update again early tomorrow. Thank you for the reviews.