DISCLAIMER: I don't own CSI

Sorry it's so short, hope you enjoy it anyway! Italics are Greg's flashbacks, and they are the very last flashbacks in this story. This chapter is a bit choppy, goes back and forth between Greg's . and the CSI's P.O.V. As always, review please!

He wasn't sure how long he ran for when he bumped into her.

"Greg?" she'd yelled, taking in the blood on his clothes.

"It's fake." he'd reassured her.

"What the hell happened?" she asked him.

"Can we go somewhere more private to discuss this, people are staring" he said, gesturing to the passers-by around him.

"Well you can't go to a coffee shop looking like that" she laughed "come on, come back to my place"

So he did. He poured out his whole story to her, Sara, the suicide, the note.

"The note!" he exclaimed suddenly "shit, they're going to find that and think I really did kill myself."

"Just call them? Or maybe go to hospital or something?"

"I'm fine, I swear. Please, please don't tell them where I am." he begged.

"Alright then." she reluctantly agreed "But I'm not letting you out of my sight. Just in case you do something stupid."

"I won't." he sighed.

"Whatever, so explain the blood?"

He launched into his story again, telling her about his plan, and how it had failed. After the whole story had been told she'd given him a hug, and offered to give him some food. To his surprise he found he was hungry, he couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten, so Greg accepted. He ate. After they watched television, Greg still felt sad and lonely. He slept on the couch that first night, not wanting to intrude by sleeping in the guest bedroom she offered. He still felt sad and lonely. But that was about to change.

"Hey, guys, we're getting something!"

"What?"

"Greg's cellphone is on!"

"Call him!"

"Quick call the rest of the team!"

"Okay!"

"Nick, Warrick, what's with all the yelling?" Catherine asked, coming into the A.V. room.

"Greg just turned his cellphone one, according to Archie. We just have to ring him and we can track it!"

"If he still has it." Catherine replied. "I'll get the other two."

When Grissom and Sara arrived a minute later, Sara took out her phone and quickly dialled their friends number, while the rest of them connected the phone to the tracking machine.

Greg's food fight was interupted by his cellpohne ringing, so he pulled it out of the charger, where it had lain, forgotten about.

"Quitter!" she laughed at him, picking up the marshmallows they had been throwing and putting them in the bin.

He stuck his tongue out at her as he checked the caller ID. Sara. Not the first person he wanted to talk to, or even think about. Dropping his phone on the couch and letting it ring out, Greg grabbed a cushion.

"Who says I quit?" he laughed, hitting her with the cushion.

"No answer." she said.

"Let's try again in an hour." Grissom said.

An hour later, Grissom tried calling Greg.

Greg didn't want to speak to him either, so he sent a busy signal and then put his eyes back on the road.

"He's ignoring us." Sara said.

"We can try calling him off a number he doesn't know?" Catherine suggested, so they set off around the lba to find somebody Greg had never called or texted. Sadly, every women in the building had given Greg her number, and most of the men had texted him at some time to organise one of the many social events he planned. When they eventually convinced a rookie cop to lend them his cellphone, they were two hourse behind on work and Ecklie had been calling Grissom about several new cases he had for them.

Greg loved the fair. Greg took a sneaky bite of her candyfloss while she wasn't looking, unfortunately she turned away from the ticket booth just in time to catch him and demanded that he give her some of his to make up for it. They began with a scary rollercoaster, then an inflatable slide. Next up was the ferris wheel, the bumper cars, the spinning teacups and something called The Tunnel Of Doom. When they were just picking their horses on the carousel, Greg's phone rung again. Yeliing at her to save the orange horse with a pink mae for him, he flipped it open. A random number. Probably worng number, he thought, shutting his phone again. Then the ride started moving so he had to run after the horse he wanted, trying to grab her hand. By the time he finally took a seat on his horse, the ride was nearly over. So naturally they went again.

"Greg..." Nick groaned. "answer us..."

"He probably doesn't want to talk, that's all" Grissom assured everyone. "Anyway, for now, we better go take some new cases. Let's meet back here at the end of shift to try again, okay?"

Everyone mumbled their agreement so they set off to their various locations, solving the crimes that meant nothing to them.

Warrick's case turned out to be open and shut. He had the guy who faked his own break in for insurance arrested by the end of the shift.

Nick and Catherines five car pile-up turned out to be a deliberate set up, for revenge against one of the poeple in the cars. They spent most of the night chasing four drivers around Vegas, trying to get statements and make arrests.

Grissom and Sara puzzled over a murder in the middle of nowhere with no evidence of a second person besides the victim, yet no murder weapon to be seen for miles, ruling out suicide.

Everybody finished at different times, so they decided instead of waiting for each other, they would just meet in the morning instead.

Greg slept very well. When he woke up, they made breakfast together, than lay across the table eating it and exchanging stories from their past. When the CSI's woke up, they all ate quickly and headed to work, meeting in the A.V. lab before Archie had even arrived.

Nick decided to call him. Greg checked the caller ID and decided to answer it.

"Sanders."

"Oh thank God."

"Nick?"

"What happended man?"

"Oh, yeah...nothing, I'm fine."

"Where are you Greggo?"

Greg paused for a second. He was having fun, and if he was honest, he didn't want to go back. Didn't want to go back to his job and his problems. Greg liked living this way. He knew deep down that he couldn't go on like this forever, it was more like a vactaion but Greg had always hated packing his bags to go home.

"It doesn't matter." he said eventually.

"It does matter Greg!" Nick replied, raising his voice.

Then Greg heard voices that he knew all too well. They were all there, with Nick.

"Hey, you're breaking up..." Greg said, and luckily, she understood exactly what he was trying to do and handed him an empty crisp packet out of the trash. Greg smiled gratefully and begun to crinkle it intot he phone.

"Hello? Hello? Nick? Are you... He...hello...he...lo...? Anybdoy there? Wha...what? I...can't hear you...breaking up...hello? Helllooo?"

Then he hung up.

"What was that?" Catherine asked, looking around at the other surprised faces.

"Who knows." Grissom replied. "But we've tracked his number."

"Yes!" Sara exclaimed.

Nick began copying the location off the computer screen onto a post-it sheet.

"Let's go, right now" Warrick insisted, heading to the carpark closely followed by the others.

They headed off in one of the Denali's, not recognising who owned the house they pulled up at. Grissom checked the codes. Yes, this was the right location. Sara ran ahead, not even knocking on the door, just opening it and running in. Then she stopped and all the others were unable to slow down. They crashed into eachother, like dominoes. Then they saw what she was staring at.

Greg Sanders, most certainly not dead, was kissing Wendy Simms.