So sorry I haven't updated in ages. I've been really ill in hospital, but I'm out now and I'm back!

Grissom was constantly back at the hospital. Guilt racked him as he thought of all of the outcomes. It was the third day since the operation when the Doctor wanted to do keyhole surgery to try to remove the lodged bullet. Grissom had agreed to it going a head and was currently pacing Greg's room, waiting till they wheeled him back.

The phone rang and a nurse came to tell Grissom that Greg was on his way back up to his room.

"Thank you" Grissom sighed, sitting back down.

In time the bed was brought back up and Grissom sat by Greg, taking up his hand again and once again begging him to wake up. This time however he felt Greg squeeze back on his hand.

Grissom smiled and rubbed his hand. "Just come back to us slowly." Grissom said watching Greg and knowing that he was just slowly battling his own body.

A few weeks had passed and the whole team had visited Greg again. He was awake now and feeling was slowly returning to him. He could move his arms and could talk just about fluently again. But he still found he couldn't feel his legs. Today the doctors wanted to get him to stand up in which a physiotherapist would message his legs and then try to get him to walk a few steps. The physio. wanted Greg to learn to flex his ankles again and move his knees and hips.

The whole team had said they would be there for him to encourage him and help him along. For the first time they saw him smile when they got him on his feet and witnessed him wiggle a few of his toes.

No infection developed from the lymphatic vessel rupturing and by the end of the sixth month, Greg was back at his apartment with Nick and Warrick staying to help him out.

Catherine and Lyndsey would often drop by to see how he was doing. Sara often brought Mia and any of the other lab techs round to see him. He was getting around on crutches but by the end of the month he was down to just a walking stick that Doc Robbins had donated.

Exactly eight months later Greg was back to work and was limping around joking with everyone. Grissom sent him out on a case with Catherine and Nick and smiled as he joked about driving again.

He was surprised when he went back to his new office to find a present wrapped on his desk and a small card lay upon it. Opening the card and reading it caused him to smile.

'Thanks for being there when I was lost in my darkness.'

Grissom put the card down and ripped open the paper to find a small cardboard box. Written on the side was, 'for your ever growing collection.'

He opened the top and lifted out a glass jar with a fish inside. He frowned and read the sticker across the top lid.

'Angler Fish'

He laughed quietly as he remembered Greg talking about a documentary about deep sea fish and saying he was fascinated by the large jawed Angler fish with a small light on the top of its head.

Grissom put the new jar beside his fettle pig jar. He tore off a bit of paper and scribbled something down before going to Greg's locker and pushing it through the gap.

It wasn't until later that night when Greg came back that he found the note. Unfolding it he read the note and laughed, packing up the last of his spare stuff and headed to his car.

'What a shocking result to a tragic time. Good to have you back.'

Greg passed the wall before the door and stopped to look at it. Across the entire length of the wall were plaques with CSI's lost in duty. He smiled quietly at the newest plaques that looked down on him. Archie Johnson, David Hodges, David Phillips, Sophia Curtis and Bobby Dawson. He sent a silent hello to them and stepped outside and into his car.

'It is good to be back'

Well I hope you all enjoyed that. Have not been feeling well so sorry if this seems rushed, but I lost my trail of thought on the story, might redo the ending.