A/N: My goal is to finish posting this by the end of the week... which shouldn't be too hard, considering I have one more chapter to post... lol. Anyway, I still only own Mia and the Doc, who actually gets a name in this chapter! lol. I hope you guys enjoy, and please review!

Chapter 6: Busting Free

Greg sat on the bed, his feet dangling over the edge. He was too bored to leave them flat on the floor. She walked into the doorway, smiling at him. "Finally breaking free, huh?" she asked. Greg laughed.

"Yeah," he said quietly. "Thank you, for everything." She smiled.

"Just doing my job." He chuckled.

"You know, that's what I tell people who thank me for finding their kid's murderer or rapist or whatever." She smiled.

"Yeah. It's good to see you happy, Greg."

"Yeah, I know. I feel a lot better than I did when I came in."

"I'm glad."

"Thank you, Dr. Masterson." She smiled.

"You're welcome, Greg. Your ride should be here soon." He nodded, and she walked forward with the clipboard. "Sign this, and you're all set." He smiled.

"Great." He signed the form, and she stepped back.

"Best of luck, Greg."

"Thank you, Dr. Masterson." She smiled, walking out of the room and leaving Greg to kick his feet in the silence.

"Remind me why I let you drive again?" Mia grumbled. Nick sighed.

"Because I have the bigger car," he replied as they made it to the nurses' station. She groaned, and Nick turned to one of the nurses. "Hi, we're here to pick up Greg Sanders." He nodded, standing.

"Follow me," he said. They did as they were told, with Mia still grumbling quietly about Nick's driving.

"Get over it, Princess."

"Bite me," she said.

"That's Greg's job," Nick retorted. Mia bit her lip, turning slightly pink.

"Shut up." Nick laughed as the nurse pointed at the door and walked away. The two of them walked in, and Greg looked up.

"Finally," he said. "What the hell took so long?"

"Traffic," Nick said.

"Nick doesn't know how to drive," Mia retorted, looking at him.

"Well, that I knew," Greg joked.

"Ready, Psycho?" Greg nodded, and the three of them left the room. The staff wished him well as he walked by, and he smiled. "Quite popular, huh?"

"Did you expect anything else?" Mia laughed, and Nick shook his head.

"Every damn day, you get more like her," he commented. Greg shrugged.

"Yeah, well every damn day, she gets more like me," he replied.

"It evens out in the end," she added as they left the unit and the hospital. Greg took in a deep breath. "You're free again. Don't do anything stupid or we'll put you right back."

"I won't. I have no reason to. You're here." She blushed.

"Yeah." Nick chuckled, and she smacked him. "Shove it, Tubby."

"Hey, it's cute," he said. She rolled her eyes, and Greg chuckled, taking her hand in his. She smiled, squeezing his hand gently.

"So, Psycho, how about breakfast?" she asked. Greg smiled.

"Sounds good."

"Nick's already agreed to buy."

"I have?" Nick asked, looking at her. She nodded, smiling. "Good to know I opened up my wallet."

"Hell, you've gone all out before," she said with a wink. He laughed, shaking his head. Greg watched the two of them quietly.

"So, question," he said. Nick and Mia turned to him.

"Yeah?" Nick replied.

"When did the two of you become best friends?" The two looked at each other before laughing.

"I don't know, probably after you left?"

"Something like that," she said, climbing in shotgun. Greg climbed in the back as Nick plopped in the driver seat.

"So, where are you treating us to?" Greg asked, looking at Nick.

"Frank's," he replied.

"Why do we always go there?" Mia griped.

"It's tradition," Greg replied. Mia rolled her eyes.

"You want tradition? How about the tradition of being a glutton on Thanksgiving."

"Hey, that's a nice tradition," Nick said. "A time to join your family around the table and share a holiday meal and be happy." She looked sharply at him.

"Fuck family," she said. Greg frowned in the backseat.

"You have a jaded view, Mia."

"Yeah, but still."

"Can we… not talk about this?" Greg said suddenly. Nick looked up at him for a bit before nodding. Mia turned her head back. She thought of commenting, but decided against it. The three of them rode in a relative silence to the diner, where they walked in and were greeted by the waitress, Vega, and Brass. They chatted amicably over breakfast, happy to have Greg out of the hospital and with them once again.