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Brass hurried to the hospital the suspect Captain Coburn talked about was in. He hoped that the suspect could help them find Greg - he had no idea that the suspect actually WAS Greg! Captain Coburn didn't tell him Greg's name – mostly because he wasn't sure it was his real name, and Brass forgot to ask for it. He was too excited. He prepared to interrogate a suspect. All the anger and tension he felt was getting stronger. But it all quickly faded away when he stormed into the hospital room and found Greg, strapped to his bed, wearing handcuffs.

"...Greg," Brass said. The surprise was obvious on his face.

"Thank god you're here!" Greg exclaimed with tears of joy in his eyes.

The anger was back again. "Why the HELL is he cuffed?"

"He tried to leave the hospital twice. He's a suspect, so..." Captain Coburn got interrupted.

"He's NOT a criminal! He's a CSI! Uncuff him!" Brass yelled.

The police officer waited for Coburn to approve Brass' demand. He did, and the officer uncuffed Greg.

Brass walked over to Greg and gently patted him on the shoulder. "Are you alright?"

He nodded with a faint smile on his face.

Brass smiled as well. He took his cell phone out and dialed Catherine's number to tell everybody that Greg was okay. After that, Greg told Brass what happened and how he got here. He also told him about the patient he thought he'd recognized. "I'm not sure, but I think he might be one of the hostage takers..."

Brass nodded. "I wanted to talk to your doctor, anyways. I'll ask him about this patient while I'm at it. I'll be back in a minute, alright?"

"He got very lucky. A few minutes later and he would've been dead," Brass said. Him and Greg were standing in front of an intensive care unit room, looking in through the window.

Greg had a concerned and pitiful look on his face. "What happened to him?"

"The doctor said he has multiple blunt force trauma to the head and face... His whole body, actually. They probably beat and kicked him. Then they shot him. He was found just a few miles from where you were found," Brass tried to explain.

"Will he going to be fine?"

"The doctors are optimistic, but they're not sure yet. He nearly bled to death and has a concussion."

As Greg stared through the window into the room, Brass noticed a look. A guilty look. "It's not your fault. He knew what he was getting into."

"I know... But I don't think I would've made it out alive if it wasn't for him. Corey was the only one of them who was nice to me. He saved my life and now... he's fighting for his own."

Brass started to wonder if Greg developed the Stockholm Syndrome, too. "Nice? Several hostages said he attacked you in the bank."

"Because I provoked him. He even apologized for it." Greg sighed. "But that's not the point. He doesn't deserve to die."

"Alright, let's get you out of here and back home. The doctors will tell us if anything about his condition changes and he'll be moved to Vegas once he's feeling better."

"Hey, Hot shot!" Nick walked up to Greg with a smile on his face. "You're back?"

"Yeah..." he said with a sheepish smile. "Catherine's a bit too caring, I don't need any sick days."

"Yeah but it happened just yesterday. You should've gone home and gotten some rest. One day off can work miracles, you know."

"I don't need any rest, I'm fine. Besides, there's still enough work to do."

"So how're you doing? Were you able to get some sleep last night?" Nick asked as he walked with Greg through the hallways.

"Like a baby. I guess whatever they gave me continued having an effect on me."

"The robbers or the doctors?"

"Both, probably." Greg laughed a bit. He walked into ballistics. "Hey Bobby, I got something for you," he said quite upbeat, handing Bobby a bullet fragment.

"Thanks," he replied a bit surprised. "You're already back to work?"

Greg smiled. "Yeah." He walked towards the exit.

"Well, welcome back, then!" Bobby said before getting back to work.

"Thanks!" he replied as he walked out.

"You're in a good mood, huh?" Nick asked, still following him.

Greg stopped, turned around to Nick and patted him on the shoulder. "Everybody made it out alive. The bank manager's going to make a full recovery, Ray will be released from the hospital tomorrow, why shouldn't I be in a good mood?" He kept walking again.

Nick shrugged. He was right, he thought. "Any word on how the hostage taker's doing?"

Greg shook his head.

Sara walked up to them. "Hey guys. Catherine just talked with the D.A. They're not going to prosecute the hostages that attacked you and Ray."

Everyone stopped walking.

Greg didn't say anything for a moment, but then said, "If the D.A. thinks it's not a good idea to prosecute, it probably isn't."

"Wait a minute." Nick grabbed Greg's arm before he could walk away. "They beat Ray into the hospital and you don't think they should be prosecuted for what they did?"

"Well, first of all, the hostages didn't start anything. The robbers disguising themselves as hostages did. And second, the D.A. knows it's a case you can't win. They'll claim they did it because of the emotional stress they went through... and maybe that's the real reason."

"Some of them didn't apologize for what they did and didn't want to cooperate with the police after they were released. I don't think they did anything because they were stressed out, Greg," Sara said.

"Ray said it's common that hostages feel positive towards their captors when they develop the Stockholm Syndrome, even after they've been released. I don't get it, either, but they still feel like we were the bad guys."

"Well, aren't you kind of angry with them?" Nick said, finding it hard to understand how Greg could see this so rational.

"Maybe a little. But anger's not changing anything, does it? These hostages are not dangerous when they're not being, well, held hostage. They don't belong in jail. I'd rather see the hostage takers behind bars. Too bad we can't help finding them."

"The FBI's taking care of it, don't worry. They can't hide forever, they'll find them sooner or later. Let's just hope this Corey guy will be able to talk soon," Sara said with a smile on her face as she walked away.

"I gotta say, man, I'm proud of you, how you're handling this," Nick said, patting Greg on the back.

"Thanks," Greg replied sheepishly. "I'm not angry with the hostages... But this nurse and the psychiatrist at the hospital in St. George... You think I could sue them? You know, get a few million bucks and stuff? Buy a mansion, maybe a yacht. Could work miracles with the ladies, don't you think?" He joked as he walked with Nick through the hallways.

Ende.