Disclaimer: CSI is not mine, and I don't think my mom will give to me for Christmas.

Spoilers: Season 7 Las Vegas and Season 5 Miami.

A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed. FlyingShadow666 I haven't tried the cheesecake but I've got a pint of Everything but the Kitchen Sink in my freezer. PisceanPal23 I hope your thumb feels better. Thanks again for reviewing. Hoped you liked the story. Bye for now, but I should get the sequel out this week. –Lefty

At the hospital, Greg, Sara and Grissom were having a serious conversation about the relationship between the three of them.

"Look, we need to talk about this." Greg was getting tired of avoiding the issue. He had a crush on Sara since they had first met, and the years of working together had made his feelings grow stronger. Greg knew Sara had a thing for Grissom, but wasn't exactly sure what. If they were together he could live with that, but he needed to know one way or the other. "I know there is something between you two, and I'm not going to run of to Ecklie about it, but I still haven't given up on you, Sara. I at least want to know what's going on. I can just be your friend, if that's what you want." He paused, hoping Grissom didn't put him on dumpster duty again for this. That 419 at the restaurant had been more then enough.

Sara looked at him. She had always known Greg had feelings for her. She had shot him down enough times. Sara wondered if the reason had been that she was afraid it might lead somewhere. Over time Sara had developed feelings for him as well, though she didn't want to admit it, and see what was right in front of her. "I don't know what to say."

Grissom wasn't quite sure how to respond, either. He had seen the way the two of them worked together. They were good for each other. He cared a lot about both of them, and knew Sara would probably be happier with Greg. At least with the younger man, Sara would know were they stood. "I just want you to be happy," he said to Sara. "And, Greg, you can relax. I'm not going to sentence you a career of dumpsters and decomps however this turns out."

Sara spoke, glad to her Gil say that. "I don't know Greggo. We could give this a try, and where it goes. Gil, I really don't want to hurt you, but …"

He cut her off. "I understand. I only want for you to happy. I know Greg can give you that."

Back at the police station, jack was questioning one of Savannah's cohorts. It was the young man that Greg tied up earlier.

Jack leaned across the table and studied the young man before him. There was no way he was a day over sixteen. The kidnapper looked like a scared little kid. Jack knew he would probably be able to get him to talk.

"¿Cuál es tu nombre?" What's your name? Jack had picked up a little Spanish as well.

"Carlos. ¿Qué desean?" What do you want? The young man got strait to the point.

"¿Sabes porqué tu jefe tomó nuestro CSI?" Why did you take our CSI? Jack asked.

"Necesitamos palancada. Tu gente encontró una computadora con muchos de nuestros clientes en ella. Nos ordenaron conseguir si es trasero antes de ti encontramos cualquier cosa." We needed leverage. Your people found a computer with a lot of our customers on it. We were ordered to get it back before you found anything. Carlos was far more willing to cooperate than his boss.

"¿Ella mató a los hermanos?" Did she kill the brothers?

"Robaban de nosotros. La sabana los engañó al desierto y os mató. El único problema era que ella incurrió en una equivocación, y a la izquierda la computadora portátil detrás." They were stealing from us. Savannah lured them to the desert and killed them. The only problem was that she made a mistake, and left the laptop behind.

Jack wondered why the boy was giving up so easily. "Gracias. ¿Por qué me estás diciendo esto?" Thank you. Why are you telling us this?

"Porqué candor tu CSI se escapó, él habría podido matar y no. Cuando el otro Mela Noches descubre sobre qué sucedió, él me castigará. Soy más seguro con ti gente entonces mis el propios." Because when your CSI escaped, he could have killed and didn't. When the other Mela Noches find out about what happened, they will punish me. I'm safer with you people then my own. Carlos explained.

Jack leaned back in his chair, making a mental note to ask the DA to go easy the boy. His testimony, along with the laptop, would enable them to break a ring of weapons dealers and their customers, not to mention put Savannah away for murder, assuming she didn't get the death penalty. Not bad for a day's work. Now all Jack had left to do was get Greg Sanders' statement.

Jack and Horatio entered the hospital room slowly. They found Greg talking to Sara and his boss, while playing a friendly game of chess with Grissom. The conversation seemed to be somewhat personal, so they hung back a bit.

Sanders noticed them standing in the doorway, and invited them in. "You guys here to get a statement?"

Lt. Caine nodded. "We need you to tell us what happened."

Greg sighed, but he knew it was better to get it over with. He told them what happened, not mentioning Speed, because he doubted they would believe it.

Tim himself had been hanging back, but was glad that everything had turned out okay. He felt somewhat more at peace after helping Sanders. And Wolfe, while annoying, seemed to be good at his job.

Greg finally finished telling the story, after several interruptions from Sara and Grissom. He finally had to asked them to stop and let him talk.

"Thanks." Jack told them what Carlos had told him, added, "He's probably going to get some jail time, but his cooperation means he'll probably get a lesser sentence.

Greg nodded. He had seen the fear the kid's eyes and knew the boy would most likely want to change careers when he got out.

Horatio gave a sly smile. "By the way, I thought I'd return this." He held out Greg's iPod. "I even had Cooper make sure it works. Your phone was beyond repair, though."

Greg grinned at him. "Thanks. I didn't think I'd get this back."

Greg was released from the hospital a few days later, and Vegas CSIs flew home. Catherine threw them a huge welcome back party in the break room as soon as Greg was able to go back work. Things seemed relatively normal, though Greg seemed to feel things from others when he got back to work. Sanders rarely got to see ghosts, but sometimes he saw flashes of things in a scene, just enough to tell him what to look for. Greg figured Nana Olaf had been right after all. His 'sixth sense' did exist, but he knew he'd need to find evidence, as it was hard to win a case based something only you could see.

He and Sara grew closer, and were happy together. The two of the were one of the best crime-solving teams the lab had ever seen.

A/N: And that's it. The sequel will start soon, so keep an eye out. The first part of this chapter was interesting to write, though I am not good at romantic stuff, and would like to hear an opinion. I think it makes sense for the three of them to talk it out like adults, rather then start silly, high school type games. Thank you for reading and please review. I need to go start diner, so bye for now. -Lefty