It had been four weeks. Four long, long weeks.Sara was a mess. Her insomnia had returned. She had lost weight. Her skin had acquired a sort of grey-ish tone, her hair was greasy and limp and her eyes no longer sparkled.

She was miserable. Her house seemed so dull now. Without his jacket on the rack. Without his mug on the table. Without his forensic journals and bug books strewn across the table. Without his smell. Without his cheeky little grin. Without his laugh. Without his voice. Without him.

Things at the lab had taken a turn for the worse. It was as if a cold front had blown in. There were no longer any breaks for anyone to relax. If anybody tried to take a break they could be certain Grissom would be on them within the minute.

He hadn't been going home. He'd been pulling doubles all over the place. His excuse was that he had moutains of paperwork to get through, but after the second double shift, he'd cleared all of his papers. He slept on the couch, with his jacket covering him.

He didn't admit he was struggling. Not even to himself. If he admitted that he'd be admitting she really was his life, and it scared him to think one person could mean so much to him - especially with all the work he did. He'd seen that happen too many times. It often ended in disaster.

Sara was lying on her couch, drinking a mug of coffee, feeling ill when there was a knock at the door. She looked round and sighed as she got up. In her heart, she wished that Grissom stood on the other side of the door, but her head told her that of course it wasn't him. Why would it be? He didn't care.

She opened the door to be faced with her friend Hannah.

Hannah looked at Sara in shock, barging past her, inside. She looked around end exclaimed, " Sara! What's going on! This place is a tip! What have you been doing?!?!?"

" There's no point in tidying. There's just me here and I don't mind it," Sara shrugged.

" Sara.." Hannah shook her head. She was so gob-smacked by the mess she didn't know what to say. " Right. Okay. This has to end. Do you still love him?"

" Who?" Sara asked, looking away.

" Stop being stupid. Do you still love Gil?" Hannah asked.

" I..." Sara didn't want to admit it. " Yes. Of course I do. I always have and I always will."

" So why are you still standing here?" she asked.

" He stood me up. He obviously doesn't care," Sara shrugged. " And anyway. He has that new CSI, Danielle something-or-other, so he's not gonna be sad."

" Sara. Come on. He's human. We all make mistakes now and again. From the few times I've met him, I know he's crazy about you, even if you don't know it. Hell, even if he doesn't know it," she said.

" So what am I meant to do then?" Sara asked.

" Go get your man back!!" Hannah snapped,and Sara jumped and ran through to throw some clothes on.

Chapter Four done. Any good?