Nick was getting to his feet, trying to stop Greg. "No. No, that's enough."

Greg shook his head and rolled onto his back, sitting up. "It's something I have to say!" He grabbed Nick's arm. "Please, you said your piece, I have to say mine!"

Nick pulled his arm away. "No. You're going to hurt yourself."

Greg didn't wait and it came out fast and hit Nick hard.

"There's a part of me that wishes you had died! That the box had crushed you! That Sara had made you forget about me! That I had suffered more and died that night! That you never cared more than you had to! That Catherine and you had abandoned me!"

Nick's hand trembled on the doorknob. His eyes were wide and his heart ached even more. He felt like he could cry, but instead, he started to open the door.

"I wish I hadn't survived. I wish you cared." Greg's voice was growing fainter. "I wish I could love you better. I wish you and I weren't..." He yelled the last part as the door was closing and he even threw his pillow. "DON'T COME BACK!"

Nick pressed his forehead against the door and felt the hurt hit him like he'd just jumped to his death.

A hand touched his shoulder and he gasped.

An older woman looked at him sadly. "Are you okay?"

She was a patient from next door.

Nick nodded and gave her a kind smile. "I'll be okay."

"You wouldn't be Nick, could you?"

He blinked. "How-?"

"When he used to bring little Melissa here, he would tell us stories about a man named Nick. Oh, how he would describe him. He made this Nick guy sound like everything and nothing at the same time. Such a brave man with such great weaknesses." She touched her cheek as she blushed. "He was so certain that man would rise to great heights." She waved her hand as if she were fanning Nick. "Oh, listen to me. Well, I was going to say good morning. Excuse me."

She knocked and Greg answered, in a flat tone.

"Mr. Greg?"

He smiled at her and Nick saw the lack of tears and pain in his face. Well, the lack of emotion. "Hey, Jane. Did you eat already?"

Jane, as he called her, picked up his pillow and walked to his bed. She propped it behind his head and sat on his bed. "No, they're bringing it now." She patted his knee. "I hope you know that you've gotta calm down. The nurses were worried. Did you take your blood thinners yet?"

Greg shook his head and was rubbing his casted arm. "I hope there's french toast this morning."

Nick had to walk away.

"What happened?"

He turned and gave Catherine a little "no" with his head before he pushed the button to go down. "I can't explain it."

Catherine stood beside him. "Nick, did something happen?"

Nick made a fist in his pocket before he turned to her. "I feel like a load of BS right now."

Catherine put a hand on her hip. "Explain."

"He talked about something dark." Nick shook his head. "It didn't sound like him. Did you know he stalked all of us? That he photographed us and put us on his wall? Along side strangers and murderers and gangsters? It just sickens me."

"But did he tell you about this one?" Catherine turned her phone to Nick.

He was sleeping at the break room table. He was wearing his favorite gray long sleeve. His face was relaxed and his lips were touching his class ring.

Nick's heart could've been in his boots. "No. He just said he kept one."

"This was a long time ago. But he had it taped to his window when we went over his things." Catherine sighed. "He kept you away from the rest of us. But one of the boxes we found had your picture and a case file that was never solved." She flipped to another photo. "This is it."

Nick took one look at it and knew what it was. "Greg's personal case."

"Right before he started, they couldn't find a reason to prosecute Ivan. He walked free and we have a feeling he tormented Greg. He may have been the reason Greg was so wild before." Catherine touched Nick's arm. "Tell me, are you sure nothing happened?"

Nick was about to answer when the doors opened. Langston looked up. "We've got work to do. Greg's going to have to wait."

Nick had to bite his tongue as he got into the elevator. As the doors closed, he saw Jane come out of Greg's room. She looked sad as she reached to close the door. He closed his eyes and breathed.

-Greg-

He was finishing his dinner when he noticed a nurse come in. She was accompanied by a lawyer and Greg put his fork down.

'Shut the world out. Remember what happened.' He smiled at the man in the sharp, black suit. His crisp white shirt contrasted with his lime-green tie and silver cuff links. His briefcase was, shockingly, black. Greg slowly pushed the tray and table aside. "Can I help you?"

"I'm here as your lawyer for the case of the Las Vegas Crime Lab versus Ivan and Alexis. I'm here to represent you in court."

Greg nodded as Sara patted his arm. "Want me to wait outside?"

The lawyer shook his head. "No. We're going to need an eyewitness to Greg's testimony when we set up the wireless feed." He smiled at Sara. "You'll do. You are a CSI, so, it works."

Greg felt Sara hold his hand. The fresh dressings felt odd when he moved his hand to hold her's. "Then I'm ready for the questions."

The lawyer set a recording device on the bed on Greg's knees. "Just leave it there. I'll move it if you need to get comfortable." He pressed the red circle. "This is lawyer Bartlow interviewing Criminal Investigator Greg Hojem-Sanders with Criminal Investigator Sara Sidle present."

Greg stared at the blinking red light. 'Time to let it fall.'