Ah. I posted this fic a couple weeks ago before but I lost inspiration for it so I put it down. I'm putting it back up cause someone was looking for it.

SARA'S POV

I rub my eyes, the sound of ringing waking me. 8:45 am. I've only been in bed for 2 hours. Minus the nightmares, I've only been asleep for 30 minutes. I grab the offending item. I'm tempted to throw it across the room- but I stop when I realize whose number was registering on the screen. Grissom.

Didn't he just tell me two hours ago to get some rest? I clear my throat before answering. "What do you want, Grissom?"

He doesn't answer and I realize that he's hesitating. A smirk appears on my face. He was probably thinking the same thing. Just two hours ago, he had to drag me out of the lab, furious after learning that I was on my third shift. The two of us had gone into one of our verbal spats- one that he obviously won.

I chuckle. It was ironic that he was calling me in. The man had too much pride in him.

"Grissom, if you're going to ask me to go to shift after you man-handled me out of the lab, then go ask me. Don't worry. I won't mock you." She paused. Not that much anyway.

He still doesn't reply.

I roll my eyes with vexation as I head for the kitchen. I can't believe that he's letting his pride get to him. I assume that this is probably one of those high-profile cases- all hands on deck. He would never call me at this hour if t wasn't. Especially since it would be admitting that he was wrong and I was right.

I hear my stomach rumble and I realize that I've been living off coffee for a week. I needed food to at least keep me up. I open my fridge and my stomach rumbles in disappointment. There's nothing but rotten takeout food instead. I grab the box and throw it in the trash.

"Grissom?" I repeat again. He's getting into my nerves now. Sighing, I decide to start talking for him. He's probably too nervous to admit that his mistake. "Look, I'm going to get some food to eat before I head for the lab. If you're going to-

The sound of footsteps cut me off. I hear the sound of sirens. "Grissom, what's going on?"

I run a hand through my hair and wait for him to answer. He doesn't. I hear people talking and I raise my brow. I grin and decide that Grissoms dropped his cell phone in the crime scene. Boy, is he going to be pissed when he realizes he's lost it. Like most CSI's, Grissom's cell phone was a life line.

I walk over to the house phone. I need to call Brass and tell him that Grissom's dropped his phone. If I kept the line open, they could probably trace it. I decide to make this a peace offering for the spat we had two hours ago.

I lift the phone and dialing but I never get to finish because someone's voice stops me.

"He's not breathing. Check for a pulse."

I hold my breath. I have no idea what's going on but I'm frightened.

I realize that they were EMTs when I hear someone's familiar voice. Hank's.

"I know this guy. Gil Grissom." I hear Hank say, and I realize that Grissom's been hurt. I realize that he must have called me to ask for help and I had ignored him. I mentally slap myself. What was I thinking?

"He's got a pulse but it's slow. We gotta get this guy to the hospital. Fast."

I close my eyes and decide to hang up. I have to head for the hospital.

TBC