A/N: The end of Nancy's song.

DISCLAIMER: Not real, not mine all the work of my imagination...blah... blah...blah. I am not 'lucky' enough to be a part of the 'beloved' CBS.... LMAO. MK and I both have strong feelings about CBS especially after the whole firing fiasco.... but we won't get into that. Eva's mine that is all.

Seasons came and changed the time
when i grew up, i called him mine
he would always laugh and say,
"Remember when we used to play?"

When he saw her, he told no lies. He didn't try to laugh. He didn't try to smile. He watched her sleep, her chest rising ever so slowly, every so often. Grissom's hands wanted to take her away from this dark and confusing world that she was too beautiful for. Take her away from the hurt and say he was sorry. That was never enough though was it?

He watched as Sara's knuckles suddenly tightened up.... fleetingly. As if she was in the throes of a nightmare. Then they loosened and sank back blending in perfectly with the pristine white of the bed sheet. He sighed, he wanted to have been there but what could he do? Every time he tried to be with her she ended up getting hurt. Whilst Sara was getting shot, Catherine was comforting him. As he finally let himself say out loud his true feelings about that nightmare weekend, he had told her how he was losing faith in himself. Now he knew it. Now it was true. Here she lay all alone and he could do nothing.

Maybe...maybe there was one thing.

Bang bang I shot you down

Bang bang you hit the ground

Bang bang that awful sound
Bang bang; I used to shoot you down

She didn't find a letter in her mailbox or even a note in her locker not even a call 'as a friend'. He was gone. Catherine focused on Sara. She was the real victim, but when left together in that sterile room. Neither of their eyes could hide the truth. He was gone and no one had known. "I wish I could have been there for you," sighed Catherine in a rare sign of comadry she reached out for Sara's pale hand and patted it. Sara shrugged and smiled "It's all right. Really. I don't even know what I was doing there" lied Sara. Catherine shook her head sadly "according to the CCTV you went in straight after.... the shooters. Looks like you spotted them, worked out what they were up to and went in after them. You know how dangerous that was don't you?" Sara feeling awkward at how easily Catherine only saw the good in here changed the subject. "I never really got to thank you that time...y'know. When that...that guy tried to use me as a bargain" she murmured. Catherine stood up and peered out of Sara's window. She shook her head quietly but her voice hid her sadness. "Hey well.... what are friends for?" she turned back to Sara and sat at the edge of her bed. Sara held out her hand, her smile now fully belying the worry she felt at Grissom's abrupt disappearance. "Friends" she asked warily Catherine didn't even have to ask why "friends" she agreed and shook Sara's hand earnestly.

Sara's visitors came and left, each assuming that she was getting better from her chirpy, wise cracking demeanour. Instead, she sank deeper and deeper into a hole of despair at Grissom's leaving. Without a sound, note letter, call or even an email. She didn't mind if all she got was an awkward and abrupt goodbye note. Anything but...not knowing. In the big looming hospital bed she shed a tear.

Music played and people sang
Just for me the church bells rang

Now he's gone. I don't know why
And till this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie

Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down

TBC....