A/N: Sorry, our Internet was down... I'm not sure how much longer it will be up until we get it fixed properly, so the next few chapters might take a while to upload! (Sorry for the inconvinence!)

Grissom sprinted into the hospital, nearly taking down a gaggle of old ladies, and a custodian.
Being slightly more careful in the lobby, Grissom vaguely noticed that the same elderly lady from when Grissom first came here was at the counter again.

"Young man, slow down!" Grissom heard the woman call from behind the counter, but he ignored her completely, and, when he reached the first hallway, actually sped up.
After what seemed like ceaseless amounts of hallways, and hospital staff, Grissom finally reached Sara's.

Nearly half-way to Sara's room, Grissom noticed that her door was slightly ajar.
Frowning slightly, he slowed his pace to a jog. When he arrived at Sara's door, he peered through the small, rectangular window inset on the door.

There was a man in a trench coat, and a large hat standing up next to Sara's bed.
Grissom's heart felt like it was going to break, it hurt so much. He dimly wondered why people didn't make medication for that.

Grissom turned to leave when something glinted in the florescent light.
He looked back into the room, straining to see what had caught his eye.
The man had shifted, and Grissom could see Sara's face. His heart stopped.
She was petrified. Her eyes were wide, and Grissom could see that her bottom lip was shaking uncontrollably.

Grissom's eyes darted back to the man, and his eyes grew large. Glinting deviously in the light was a small caliber pistol.

Grissom gasped. Before he could get a thought edgewise into his clouded mind, Grissom rammed full force into the door, and charged into the room.

A sound like a gunshot echoed through the room.
Sara screamed, and hit the mattress, flattening her body to make it less of a target. Fighting her natural instinct to hide under the covers, Sara tilted her head to see what had happened.
There was another man in the room, and he was fighting for the gun.

Suddenly, a shot was fired. The lights flickered, and died. The room was almost pitch black. Somewhere in the fight, the door had been shut, leaving only a small sliver of light where the door met the frame and the small window. Some light had also managed to slip through the curtains.
Suddenly, the man in the trench coat jerked to the left, and the newcomer pitched into the ray of light from the window. Sara recognized him face instantly.

"GRISSOM!" Sara shouted, swiftly sitting up. Grissom faltered, only for a second, his frantic eyes darting towards Sara, but it was enough for the man in the trench coat.

He viciously swung his arms up and down, effectively shaking Grissom off, and onto the floor.
Grissom reached up, weakly reaching for the gun. In the feeble light that the window produced, Sara saw the man sneer, and kick Grissom in the gut, making him curl up.

"Stop it!" Sara moaned, her throat tight from fear. "He didn't do anything!"
Tears flooded down Sara's face, more from fear of Grissom's, or her own safety, Sara couldn't tell.
The man turned on Sara, his eyes shining in the meager light of the window.

"Didn't do anything?" the man whispered, his voice sending a chill up her sweat-streaked back. "He stole you from me! He just came, and stole you away! He ruined it all!" A fire had lit in his eyes. He cocked the gun, and Sara's heart was going too fast, she thought she was going to have a heart-attack.

"Say good-bye to Mr. Grissom."
Before Sara could yell out, the man angled the gun downward, and pulled the trigger.
Sara's scream was drowned out by the sound of the shot. Or, at least, Sara thought she screamed.
Even afterwards, Sara was sure time had slowed down. Sara's mind felt as if it was filled with molasses.

No…Grissom… Shot… What? Sara could only understand fragments of the thoughts that flashed through her brain.

The murderer's eyes flicked towards Sara's pain-stricken face, a triumphant smile on his lips.

As if that smile had broken some sort of dam, emotions washed into Sara's heart. For all the pain Sara felt in her heart, it might as well have been her who was shot. But there were other emotions as well: Anger. Love. Hate. Sadness. A terrible sadness. Sadness welled up, threatening to overwhelm her.

Sara didn't even notice when the barrel of the gun was pointed at her tear-streaked face until she heard the killer cock it.

Sara's eyes wide with fear looked up into the face of her would-be killer. To her complete surprise, the man had an angry look on his face, as if Sara had done something to wrong him.

Under different circumstances, Sara might have laughed, but, at that moment, Sara felt like screaming and weeping and throwing things. But, of course, she didn't. Fear had paralyzed her.

"You'll be seeing Mr.Grissom sooner than I thought." The man's voice cracked.

"You're a pig," Sara said through clenched teeth.

The man gave a wolfish smile "And you are about to die."

In her mind, Sara felt it. It was so real, Sara half-expected a click. She was ready. This man was about to kill her, and she could do nothing about it. And Sara was okay with it. Her mind was clear, clearer than it had been in years.

Sara watched the killer's finger squeeze the trigger.