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Just Another Day-

8: 23 am

The Nevada Sun was hot against Greg's neck as he stepped outside of his apartment building and pulled on his sun glasses before persuading to the parking lot towards his car. In his hand he carried a travel mug of coffee. He was still feeling the effects of last night after drinking two cups of coffee and a plate full of scrambles eggs and toast.

Yawning, he placed the travel mug on the roof of the car as he reached into the pocket for his keys. He wasn't feeling up to going and seeing everyone. He just wanted to escape to the depths of his bed and sleep for the rest of the day. He felt like the living dead as he slid into his car and started the engine. His head was pounding like a drum as he leaned back against the seat and closed his eyes for a brief moment. It was times like these that he wished he smoked…just to take the edge off a little.

Fifteen minutes later, Greg arrived at the lab. A feeling of dread all the sudden building up in the pit of his stomach as the wheels of the car pulled up to the front. He didn't have the heart to go in side of the lab, so he would wait out front until they appeared. He was sweating slightly and his hands were beginning to shake as his looked out the passenger window and studied the front of the lab. Just looking at the lab made the events of the day before come flooding back, he didn't want to have think about that day. It was still too fresh in his mind; from hearing the gun shots in the hallway, to all the sudden being held at gun point. The sound of the bullet ripping through Sara's flesh, her cries of pain, the baby's cries of fear. The silence that followed once they had left the room. The dread waiting.

Just a few moments later, the lab doors opened and Nick, Warrick and Catherine came out laughing and smiling with one another. As Greg watched as they approached his car, he couldn't help but wonder how they could act like everything was normal, smiling. Was it just him? Was all this fear of the lab just all in his head?

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"How are you feeling?" Grissom asked towards Sara as they sat in her hospital room. She was still a little groggy from the surgery and with the fresh dose of pain medication she had just received; she was a little out of it.

"I'm okay," she whispered in reply as she turned to look at Grissom who was seated beside her bedside. "Just a little tired."

"Well don't fall asleep yet okay…Everyone is coming down to see you. Jesse is coming too," he mentioned as he reached out and took Sara's right hand and gave it a squeeze. Sara's eyes were closed at this point but a small smile appeared on her face at the mention of her son.

She missed him so much. Her arms ached for the weight of him. Even know it had only been one night since they were apart; it had been the first time away from him since he was born. And after what had happened the day before Sara felt even more guilty for not being with him. She was afraid that the trauma from yesterday somehow would scar Jesse in the long run. He was only just a baby and had been exposed to gun fire.

"I want to see him," she whispered in response as she forced her eyes open and locked them with her husband's.

"I know you do," he whispered as he leaned down and kissed her softly on the cheek. "Just get some rest and I will awake you when they arrive. Okay?" His blue eyes looked down at her face as she nodded her head slightly just as her eyelids became heavy and dropped. A moment later she was sound asleep.

Grissom was worried about his wife but the doctor had said that everything would be fine. The bullet had been safely removed. And they would soon find out if Sara would have function of her arm or not. She was suppose to be visiting the physical therapy later on that afternoon but the doctor who had made his rounds earlier that morning had told Grissom it should be fine. Sara had successfully moved her fingers of her left hand when the doctor had asked her too.

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Twenty minutes later, the room door opened and Warrick stuck his head inside. "Anyone here?" he asked as his green eyes searched out the room until they locked with Grissom, who appeared over the rims of his glasses to the CSI.

"Come in Rick," replied Grissom as he slowly rose to his feet and stepped away from the bedside of Sara, who was still sleeping.

"Are you sure?" asked Warrick taking a step into the room before noticing that Sara was still a sleeping.

"Yeah she will be awake in a second," commented Grissom as his eyes followed Warrick's gaze. "Is it just you?" he asked looking back up at Warrick, appearing over his shoulder to see who else had come.

"No. Cath's here with Jesse. Nick and Greg as well. Brass couldn't make it but said he would drop by later on today," he explained as he stepped further into the room; just as Catherine enter followed closely by Nick.

"Where's Greg?" asked Grissom towards the group as the door closed behind Nick.

"Oh, he will be here in a moment, he said he had to go to the bathroom," replied Nick with a shrug. Everyone knew that the young CSI was struggling with what happened yesterday and needed time to prepare for seeing Sara.

Grissom did not say anything in response to this, he just nodded his head softly before turning around and looking at Sara, who had just woken up.

Her browns eyes met his for a second before looking past him to the group standing behind him. "Hey," she whispered to them in a dry voice as she tried to sit up. Rushing over to her side, Grissom put a comforting hand on her good should, giving her support as she rose herself into a seated position on the bed, wincing a little as she moved her left shoulder.

"How are you feeling girl?" asked Warrick, a warm smile on his face as he stood by the foot of her bed.

"Tired," she murmured back, a slow smile appearing on her face as she met the CSI's eye. It was good to have them here, she thought to herself as she looked around the room at all her friends and coworkers. They would make it through this.

At hearing his mother's voice, Jesse all the sudden came to life as he opened his eyes and began to cry. Everyone stood there looking at the baby as he fussed in his car seat for a moment before Catherine lifted the seat onto the table in the corner of the room. She then undid the straps of the car seat and picked up the infant, cradling him the crook of her arm. She then walked over to Sara and handed over the little boy; gently placing him in her good arm.

Sara smiled warmly at her friend before down casting her eyes onto the face of her son, who had calmed down now and was looking up at her. His blue eyes stared intently at her for a moment before falling back to sleep.

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