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"What're we gonna do without you?" The audible note of distress in Nick's voice made Grissom pause in his packing.
"I'm presuming you mean beyond solving crimes," he said benignly, looking over at the younger man.
"First Sara...now you. We're losing all the greats and---"
"--and things change, Nicky. You know that." Grissom kept his voice gentle and kind. "You are a good CSI. You, Catherine, Greg, Warrick--you will be fine. And those who come after will benefit from your intelligence, experience, and compassion."
"Won't be the same," Nick muttered rebelliously, pulling down books from the top of one bookcase, packing them methodically in a box.
"No, it won't," Grissom agreed quietly. "You said a few months ago, when you thought my retirement was imminent, that you would miss me. The same goes for you--for all of you. I never imagined I would be part of such a fine team."
".....thanks," Nick said finally, taping the box down.
"You know that you can call, correct?"
"We'll all be taking you up on that."
"I'm presuming you mean beyond solving crimes," he said benignly, looking over at the younger man.
"First Sara...now you. We're losing all the greats and---"
"--and things change, Nicky. You know that." Grissom kept his voice gentle and kind. "You are a good CSI. You, Catherine, Greg, Warrick--you will be fine. And those who come after will benefit from your intelligence, experience, and compassion."
"Won't be the same," Nick muttered rebelliously, pulling down books from the top of one bookcase, packing them methodically in a box.
"No, it won't," Grissom agreed quietly. "You said a few months ago, when you thought my retirement was imminent, that you would miss me. The same goes for you--for all of you. I never imagined I would be part of such a fine team."
".....thanks," Nick said finally, taping the box down.
"You know that you can call, correct?"
"We'll all be taking you up on that."