Hey all, sorry for not updating sooner but I have a job that involves getting up at 6am and I'm not quite used to it yet. Am not entirely happy with this chapter but thought I'd post it anyway. Hope you enjoy x

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As she drove to Lindsey's school she wondered idly where all these pet names had come from. The most she had ever called Sara was 'Honey' when Hank's affair came to light. It seemed weird, but oddly natural calling Sara by these names that she'd usually reserve for Lindsey or Nancy.

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Nick was getting DNA results from Greg when they heard Grissom return. "Should someone go talk to him? He left in kind of a hurry." The spiky haired lab rat said. They stuck their head around the lab door and watched him strop into his office and slam the door violently.

"Maybe not right now Greggo." Nick answered quietly, stunned. Warrick, stood not far away in the corridor raised his eyebrows at them and wandered off.

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In the safety of his office Grissom felt he could let go. He picked up the first thing he could find and hurled it across the room, watching the staples scatter like tiny lethal raindrops as it smashed against the wall. Breathing deeply he thought back to what had transpired at the hospital. How dare Catherine say that! How dare she tell him he couldn't see Sara! He picked up something else, this time the phone, ready to throw it but paused. Slowly he placed it back down, sparing it from following the same path as the stapler. She was right. He did have a temper.

Catherine had known Grissom longer than most of his team and she had known him when he used to have a problem with his anger. He had learnt to control it, but every now and then it would slip out of his reins. Such as dealing with drug dealer, or abusers or murders. Or Sara.

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Catherine returned to the hospital exactly at the start of visiting time and when she got to Sara's room she found the brunette already awake in bed reading. As soon as she saw Catherine she tried to sit up then winced as she felt a shot of pain up her back. The blonde was by her side in a heartbeat, helping her to sit up. "Hey, hey. Take it easy lady."

"I'm fine, just moved a little too fast." She said, settling herself into the pillows. Catherine scowled at her.

"You are not fine, Sara, you've got two dozen stitches and a dent in your forehead." Sara smiled, and Cath swore she saw of hint of pride behind her dark eyes.

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Once the paperwork had been sorted out and Sara was officially released into Catherine's care they gathered her things and piled into the car.

The journey was quiet, but not uncomfortably so. Cath noticed that Sara seemed to have relaxed somewhat in her presence. For some reason she had developed strange urges to touch her all the time, just to rest a hand on her arm, or stroke her cheek but she thought that might be overstepping boundaries a little much. But she wanted to show Sara that she was going to take care of her, that she as safe now and didn't know how to say it in words. Something about this girl stripped her of all speech. Instead she opted to reach out and place a caring hand on Sara's knee. The young brunette jumped slightly and looked up at her startled, then back at her hand. Catherine smiled reassuringly and to her relief Sara smiled back at her.

As soon as they got to Catherine's Sara made herself comfortable on the couch. Cath went upstairs and unpacked Sara's things in the spare bedroom. When she came back downstairs she found Sara fast asleep on the couch, curled into a tight ball on her right side because of the stitches in her back and left side. Catherine smiled at her. She looked so cute, almost childlike. She was tempted to wake her and tell her that she was going to collect Lindsey but couldn't possibly disturb her when she looked so peaceful. Instead she draped a blanket over her and kissed her hair softly. "Back soon sweetie." She whispered.

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"Sara!" Lindsey shouted before Catherine could catch her. She was afraid that Sara was still asleep, though probably not for long. And it seemed she was right because when she caught up with her daughter she found her clinging onto Sara, who was half laid on the couch with the blanket still draped over her. Scared that her hyper little girl might hurt her Cath was desperate to make her let go but watching Sara hug Lindsey was just too sweet.