Summary: What I think we were really missing from Grave Danger.
Sara found Greg painstakingly sorting bomb fragments in the garage. There was no one else there and it was cool and quiet, just the sound her jeans whispering as she crossed the room and the tinny clink of metal on metal.
"Hey," she said softly, not wanting to startle him.
"Hey," he replied, not looking up.
"How's it going?" she asked, leaning over to see his neat piles. Very carefully, Greg drew a piece out of the mess and dropped it on a pile. His hands shook uncontrollably as he returned to sorting and Sara knelt beside him.
"Hey," she repeated gently, and Greg still didn't look at her. "Stop for a sec. How are you holding up?"
Greg finally looked at her with red rimmed eyes and the tight twist to his lips that said how hard he was holding on. He drew his hands out of the pan of fragments and laid them flat on his thighs. They still trembled against his legs. "I'm just fine. Nick's somewhere buried in the ground, and I'm making little piles of wire. My hands won't stop shaking, I'm scared out of my mind and there isn't anything else I can do but this!" He gestured angrily to the pan of tangled metal fragments and Sara put her hand on his shoulder.
He look at her with tired, pain-filled eyes. Anger was the dominant emotion, but fear lay behind. "How could that bastard do this? He takes Nick, plans this elaborate thing as revenge for his daughter, then blows himself up? Doesn't he realize that Nick has people who love him too? Just like his daughter, Nick has family affected by this, but you don't see Mr Stokes burying Kelly to her neck in quicksand and then taunting her friends. How could he be so selfish? He ended his own pain by causing it for others." Greg turned away, struggling for composure. "If he was here, I'd make him tell me where Nick was, then I'd kill him myself."
"You don't mean that," Sara said, her arm now around his shoulders.
"Yes, I do. You don't know, Sara. Nick still wakes up in the middle of the day with nightmares of being stalked. He hasn't even healed completely and then this? I'm going to lose him, Sara. Lose him to his own mind and fears and it's some lunatic's fault and he isn't even here for me to yell at!" Greg stopped, breathing heavily and took a deep, shuddering breath. He repeated it a few times, clenched his hands and opened them. The shaking was still evident, but not as crippling.
Sara gave his shoulders a last squeeze and stood up. "We'll find him, Greg. You're not going to lose him and we're not going to lose him either," she said with as much conviction as she could muster. Greg gave her a tight smile and she smiled back in kind before heading to the bathroom to throw up.