Catherine knocked on the door of one of Sara's neighbours. She had been hoping that something would give away Natalie's intentions after she attacked Sara, but so far there had been nothing. Canvassing had become a last resort, something that Catherine had insisted on before the two women headed back to the lab.

"May I help you?" asked a young man after opening the door.

"I'm Catherine Willows, from the FBI. I was wondering if I could ask you some questions."

"Sure."

"Do you know your neighbours?"

"Yes. The one on that side," he pointed to Sara's house, "works nights. We don't really talk much cause of work hours. The other one is a good friend, we work together."

"The one that works nights, did you talk to her yesterday?"

"Briefly, when she was getting mail."

"Did she seem okay?"

"She was happy. She's been really sad lately, I'm not sure why, so it was a nice change. Did something happen to her?"

"She was attacked early this morning. Did you happen to see anything?"

"No, sorry, I was probably asleep. Is she okay?"

"She's in a coma. What was your name?"

"Harvey Milton."

"Okay. Thanks for your help Mr Milton." Catherine walked off and Harvey closed his door. "Nothing helpful. Maybe we should just go back to the lab Finn."


"Wait, go back," said Morgan excitedly.

"What is it?" asked Henry.

"That's her. Going into that house. Right?"

Henry looked at the screen and a smile appeared on his face. "We need to tell Russell."


Hodges finished explaining his findings. Finn had gone to the hospital to process Sara, and returned with a lot of evidence. It seemed that Natalie was getting sloppy.

"So basically, paint chips in her hair," said Russell dejectedly. He had been hoping for something more.

"Not just any paint. Nail polish. I bet that Natalie has pink nail polish on her fingernails," smiled Hodges.

"Okay, thanks David." Russell walked out of the lab and into Henry and Morgan. "You two got something?"

"We sure do. Come on." Henry's excitement was evident.


"Wait a minute. Henry, can you enlarge that man's face?" asked Catherine.

"Sure, just a second... There you go Cath."

"What did you see?" asked Russell. He had seen the video already but nothing had stood out, other than a location that he was contemplating sending the women to.

"That guy, he lives next door to Sara. I spoke to him about an hour ago. He said he didn't see anything."

"Go." Russell watched Catherine and Finn leave the lab. Hope of finding Natalie was setting in.


Voices were starting to intrude on Sara's peaceful sleep. It had been a long time since she had slept properly and this rest was something that she needed more than anything. So the voices were rude, according to Sara. She tried to ignore them, but it eventually became too much. As other sounds began to penetrate her mind, Sara opened her eyes, ready to yell at whoever had woken her.

"Shut..." The words died on Sara's lips as she registered her surroundings. "What the hell!?"

Someone stopped talking and looked at Sara. The face came into focus, and Sara found herself looking into Catherine's face.

"Welcome back Sara. How are you feeling?" asked Catherine.

"What the hell happened!?"

"You were attacked in your bedroom. Don't you remember?"

"Uh, no. Cath, what day is it?"

"Thursday."

"Time?"

"Four in afternoon."

"I need to get ready for work. Can you take me home?"

"You aren't working until the doctor says you can."

"But Grissom is on his sabbatical. It's just you, me and Keppler tonight."

"Honey, Keppler's gone. He's been gone for six years. Grissom is working overseas somewhere."

"Grissom sent me a plant though. Didn't he?"

"Not for a while. About six months actually."

"What are you talking about?"

"You and Grissom broke up."

"We aren't even together Cath." Confusion had lit up Sara's face.

"What's the date Sara?"

"Uh, I think it's the twelfth."

"What month?"

"October."

"Year?"

"2007."

"Okay honey, I'll be right back." Catherine stood up and left to find Sara's doctor.


"Hi Sara. I'm Dr Smith. How are you feeling?"

"Tired. Cath said that I was attacked. Is she telling the truth?"

"Yes."

"I don't remember that."

"I'm aware of that. Miss Willows says that you think it's 2007."

"It is though. Isn't it?"

"No. It's 2013."

"What!?"

"Relax. It's normal to have some memory loss after being unconscious."

"Yeah, like a few days, not a few years!"

"It's okay Sara. I'll do a test and we'll see. It's probably just temporary."

"How long is temporary?"

"A few days, a week at the most."

"I want to go home."

"Maybe tomorrow."


"Okay Sara, just relax. This will be over before you know it." Dr Smith turned to his computer screen, watching the images of Sara's brain. Everything looked normal to him.


"Okay, so she'll be okay?" asked Dr Smith. He was talking to a friend from the neurology department.

"Definitely. She'll need to rest, but otherwise she should be okay in a few days." The neurologist smiled and then left.

Dr Smith walked into Sara's room with a smile on his face. He was glad that he had good news for his patient. "Sara, you will have your memory back soon. And you can go home in the morning."

Sara let out a breath and let go of Nick's hand. Catherine had gone back to the lab a while ago, swapping with Nick. Nick had told Sara that he was waiting for Grissom to reply to his message.

"Nicky, don't go please," whispered Sara sadly. She liked the news she had received from the doctor, but was sad because she wanted Grissom back. She still thought that it was 2007, but she knew she had a relationship with him.

"I won't. What's wrong?"

"I don't know. I guess I'm just scared. I wish Grissom was here."

Nick could see pain on Sara's face. She genuinely missed him, but she was going to remember that he broke off their marriage. When that memory came back, Nick knew she was going to be hurt. He was going to be there for her when that time came.

"He will be. I'm going to call him right now actually." Nick pulled out his phone and dialled Grissom's number. After a minute, Grissom's voice answered.

"I got your message Nick. I'll be at the hospisoon in about ten minutes. Is Sara awake yet?"

"Yes and she wants you."

"She remembers our relationship?"

"Kind of. I'll explain when you get here."

"Okay, bye."

Nick hung up and looked over at Sara. He could see the hopeful look on her face.


Grissom knocked on the door to Sara's hospital door. Sara looked up and smiled. She still didn't remember what he had done to her. Nick had explained that Sara thought that she and Grissom had a secret relationship. She didn't know that Natalie had left her to die under a car. She didn't remember getting married or breaking up with Grissom.

"Come in Griss." Sara smiled again.

"Thank you. How are you feeling?" Nick had also said that the doctor wanted Sara to remember everything on her own.

"I'm tired. Everyone says that I've lost my memory of the last six years, but I don't know why. It's 2007."

"No honey, it's 2013. But your memory will come back."

"Why can't I remember?"

"I don't know. The doctor said that you're probably repressing a memory that hurt you." Not probably, thought Grissom, definitely.

"Oh, what memory?"

"Don't know."