The real me

AN/ Thankyou all so much for the reviews, they mean alot to me. Hope you enjoy the second part

Hurt, Anger and Regret

"How's she doing?" Grissom questioned a visible upset Catherine who walked out of her office where Sara was now.

"How do you think?" She asked, answering his question with a question, "she's a complete mess"

"She shouldn't have seen him like that … and she never should have found out how she did" Grissom sighed as he push a hand through his hair, with a sigh he held out his hand. "Sofia will want to talk with her…"

"Just…give her a little time" Catherine asked.

"As much time as she needs." Grissom explained "and if you need me I'll be in autopsy. Look after her?"

"I will" Catherine reassured as she turned back.

Walking into the office she'd only left moments earlier, her heart shattered when she hared the light sobs from the brunette who had her head buried in her folded arms. Her back wrecked with the emotional pain. Catherine walked over and took a seat next to her colleague and friend placing her hand on Sara's back she offered what little comfort that she could. Seeing Sara like this was actually painful in it's self and in most ways terrifying – Sara was strong, she was always in control – Catherine had never before witnessed Sara cry. She didn't speak, because there were no words available to comfort the grieving woman. So she did all that she could, and held tight as Sara broke down.

Greg sat in the lab, looking at the photos in front of him. He found it hard, looking at the body, looking at the victim when he was closely connected to the team. He couldn't help but feel bad for Sara right now, and if he thought he could make this better he'd go and see her but he knew he couldn't, no one could make this okay. Someone who she loved was dead and there was nothing that anyone of them could do to change that or bring him back – he was gone, it was over.

The images sprawled out on the table in front of Greg were enough to make anyone sick – even Greg with his training was having trouble looking at them. He wasn't sure if it was due to the identity of this guy or due to the fact there was so much blood, too much pain. Taking a deep breath he went about his job finding it hard, however, to concentrate.

Warrick paced the floor inside the lab that he was occupying, down the hall, as he waited impatiently for the results of the finger prints – there were two found on the knife left at the scene, one confirmed to been the victims – the other however still had no owner. "Come on…" He growled as the computer system muddled its way through the thousands of possibilities – each possible match, each failed print. All Warrick could think about was how he was failing Sara – he had to find the person responsible for doing this.

Each member of the team wanted to get the bastard who had caused so much pain.

There was a knock on the door to Catherine's office, breaking the silence that had fallen over the two women inside. Sara was sat now, her head rested on her hands just staring at the table – not crying, not talking just thinking and trying to deal with what the day had thrown at her. Catherine looked up to see the tall silhouette of the female officer. The door was pushed open and Sofia walked in – "hey – sorry to interrupt – I was wondering if you were able to answer a few questions"

Sara just looked up, instantly locking a death glare on the blond officer, the brunette's eyes were rimmed red as mascara tracks dried – she was a mess but she couldn't have cared less. "Who did this to him?" she demanded.

"We aren't sure…" Sofia explained taking this question as the needed invite into the room. She shut the door behind her and moved closer to where Sara was still sat with Catherine's arm placed around her shoulders. "…Sara, we are doing all we can"

"All you can… just find the bastard that did that" Sara growled with so much anger both Sofia and Catherine were a little un-nerved.

Sofia just nodded, "Can I ask you a few questions?"

Sara just sighed and pushed her hand through her hair before nodding her head – and leaning back in the chair – her right hand was still shaking as her left was holding tight trying to still it.

"I'm sorry about everything that's happened Sara and I want you to know that we are doing everything that we pos…"

Before Sofia could finish her carefully rehearsed introduction she was cut of by a scowl and angry growl from one Miss Sidle, "cut the intro, ask the question and go back out there and find whoever did this"

A moments of shock and a few seconds to recollect her thoughts and Sofia nodded her head, "Very well… when was the last time you saw or spoke to him?"

Sara looked down at the table, "Last night…he came to my apartment" Sara explained.

Sofia nodded her head and made a note on the pad in her hand before looking up again, "Is there anyone that would want to…to…" For some reason Sofia couldn't bring herself to saying the words.

"Kill him?" Sara asked, with a bitter hatred – not towards Sofia but towards who ever had down this. Sara then sat and thought for a moment – she seemed calm, that was until something broke her – she stood up and pushed back the chair she was sitting in before she turned and walked over to the window. Catherine and Sofia both looked at the back of the broken CSI that they considered a close friend. This was going to be a lot harder that Sofia thought – she had anticipated sadness not anger – though she more than understood.

TBC