Lima, Peru. Wednesday. September 23, 2012. 2:36 AM. Grissom was peacefully asleep in the tent that he had now called home for 2 years. He had spent the day surveying and documenting the growth patterns of the eriopis canrash – a beetle indigenous to Peru. His results turned up nothing new or incredibly interesting. It seemed that each day his work was becoming less and less fulfilling. The day had been just one of many disappointing days that he had been enduring these past few weeks and it was about to get worse. His slumber was interrupted by an obnoxiously loud ring coming from his phone. He looked at the caller ID: SANDERS. He propped himself up on one elbow, turned on his reading light and flipped open the phone.

"Grissom."

"Hey it's Greg." Said Greg, noticeably uncomfortable.

"Hey Greg." Grissom responded. "What is it?"

"Griss, uh. I don't really – I don't - " He struggled to find his words. "Sara was in an accident."

Grissom stopped breathing. "What happened? Is she alright?"

"She was in a car crash. She's stabilized but pretty beat up. She has a dislocated shoulder, a couple of slipped disks and fractured ribs, a few pinched nerves, a sprained ankle, torn rotator cuff and a few broken toes. I know there's more but those are the ones I can remember."

"Oh god." Grissom moaned.

"Yeah, and there was also, uh - " He began slowly. He really did not want to do this. "There was some brain damage as well. She's lost some memory."

"How much?" Grissom quickly asked.

"The doctors aren't totally sure," Tears were starting to well up in his eyes and he didn't know why. "It's looking like about 9 years."

There was silence on the other end. Grissom was in total shock. Sara and him hadn't begun dating until 6 years ago. They had only been married for 3. She doesn't remember their wedding, their honeymoon, their first –

"Grissom?" Greg interrupted his thoughts. "The doctors need to see you. You need to answer some questions about Sara's medical history. How fast can you be here?"

"It's a 10 hour flight, Greg. I can see when the next plane out of here is but at the very least I'm 15 hours away."

"I'll let Sara's doctor know. Call me when you figure out your flight."

His head was still spinning. "I will." He was already up and packing. "Will you tell her…"

"Yeah?" Greg asked after a moment of silence.

The only thing he wanted to say would confuse her. "Never mind. I'll keep you posted."

The line cut off.