AN: Minor angst warning for this chapter. Nothing too major, just an untidy way to build up to the next chapter, and so on. Please review, I'd love it :D And I'd love you to review :D

Grissom pulled into the parking garage with just minutes to spare before the night shift started. Stepping out of his Denali he looked over, and didn't see the Tahoe.

"Huh," he gave, shrugging his shoulders ever so slightly. 'Maybe she took a cab,' he thought. A rather sudden blizzard had covered Vegas earlier. It was quite the freak snowstorm.

Once in the lab he carried out a thorough search for the missing CSI. It didn't take him long to realize that she wasn't there.

By this time he was starting to panic. Swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat he picked up the phone. First he hit speed dial one, straight to Sara's Cell, she didn't answer.

The lump re-formed as he dialed in her home number. No answer, again. He put the phone down and grabbed his keys. Gil bolted out to the Denali. He drove as fast as he could, considering the weather, to Sara's apartment. Grissom knew he was being irrational, and he had no reason to worry, but his gut was still telling him to go faster.

With carelessness he parked in her parking lot and dug out the door key, 'in case of emergency' she had said when she gave him the key. Once he'd let himself into the building he thumped up the three flights to her apartment. Testing the door he discovered it locked, and he took little time in unlocking it.

"Sara!" he shouted when he walked in, door closed behind him.

Hearing nothing he looked around in a panic, until he saw that the bathroom light was on. He knocked on the door and called her name, again, and again he heard nothing.

Pushing the door open he looked in and saw her, lying in the bathtub. It was a large tub, large enough for her tall frame to lay in it. It appeared that she had slipped below the water at some point, whether to rinse off her not he didn't know, though that didn't appear to be the case. What he did know was that she was now floating motionless.

"SARA!" he cried louder and hauled her out of the tub and onto the carpet, before covering her with a towel.

He checked for breathing and a pulse, all the while pulling out his cell phone. He found neither of what he was looking for as he finished dialing the number and was talking to someone on the other end.

"Dispatch."

"This is Gil Grissom with the Las Vegas Crime Lab. I need an ambulance, now," he then gave the address and pertinent information before hanging up and hitting she second speed dial on his cell.

"Willows."

"Catherine," his voice was unsteady and cracked as he said her name.

"Gil, what's wrong?"

"Just… just come to Sara's, I can't talk now," he requested before hanging up. He knew Catherine would be t here before the ambulance.

Grissom then started CPR on Sara as he tried to scan the room. The only unusual thin he saw was the now destroyed book lying in the tub of water.

He was mid-breath when Catherine walked in, she hadn't bothered to knock, and he wasn't surprised.

"Oh god, Gil," the woman uttered when she walked into the room, just moments before sirens could be heard.

It was also at that moment that Sara started to cough and Grissom turned her on her side so she wouldn't swallow the water. "Cath, could you pack her some things to wear home when she's released?" he requested, never taking his misty blue eyes from the brunette. She hadn't opened her eyes yet, but her pulse, though thready, was there.

Catherine had nodded and was already in Sara's room. She'd found a suitcase and had already started putting some clothes and the like in it. The red head then returned to the washroom.

"Griss, we have a moment or two till the paramedics get up here. Let's get Sara into some form of clothing," she suggested, before finding a housecoat.

The two struggled, barely, with Sara's light frame, as they got the robe on her.

Just as they'd finished getting Sara into the housecoat the paramedics arrived, let in by Catherine. Gil refused to leave the younger woman's side.

"Miss," he heard coming from the door.

"This way," Catherine gave, leading the duo towards the washroom.

The paramedics entered the room and assessed the young CSI, before putting her on the stretcher.

"Gil," Catherine's voice intruded on his thoughts. "I'll follow, you go with her," she gave, ushering him out the door.

He simply nodded as he climbed into the back of the ambulance after Sara. He grabbed her hand as soon as he could. He had no intentions of letting her go yet, or ever, if he was perfectly honest with himself.

Sara was somewhat coherent in the ambulance. She was, however, relatively quiet until she could fully process the whole thing.

"God, I'm sorry, Griss," she muttered, holding tight to his hand. "One minute I was soaking in the bath, reading, and the next you were leaning over me," she said, tears welling up in her deep brown eyes.

"Sara," he whispered. "It's okay. You were tireder than you thought. Did you sleep at all when you got home?" he enquired, unconsciously rubbing his thumb over her knuckles.

The woman shook her head in an almost imperceptible movement.

"Sara…"

"I'm sorry. I didn't know I was that tired…"

Grissom just sighed. "We'll talk about it later."

AN: See, that wasn't so bad, was it? Oh, and I still don't own any of the characters that are mentioned in the show.