I eased myself into a sitting position, casting a glance over at Grissom's chair in the corner of the room. It was empty; but I resisted the temptation to stand up and trawl the hospital for him, knowing he wouldn't have gone far. I did however get out of bed on trembling legs and walk over to his chair, inhaling the familiar scent of him and noticing the corner of a sheet of notepaper poking out from under his jacket. I lifted it out from under his windbreaker and read it slowly, a smile playing on my lips.

Dear Sara it began

This sounds so formal, I'm getting some food – I'm hungry. If you wake up and read this I'll assume you found it, and if you don't wake up then this was a stupid idea. But if you're reading this, I've gone to eat.

Love, Gil x

I nearly laughed at the absurdity of his sentences, and smiled at his thoughtfulness, recognising his cramped handwriting. My stomach still ached, but it wasn't a harsh, sharp pain anymore, it was just a dull throb as the painkiller began to wear off. I manoeuvred myself back into bed, clutching the thin hospital blanket around my shuddering shoulders. I was still sat there when Grissom walked in, a polythene cup of coffee held in one hand.

'Sara!' He exclaimed, placing the drink precariously on the windowsill before coming and sitting on my bed. 'How're you feeling?'

'Rough.' I answered, allowing him to kiss me lightly on the cheek.

'Oh dear… well, the sheriff's here to see you…'

'What? Why?' I was instantly on my guard, shields coming down with astonishing speed.

'He wants to interview,' his nose wrinkled with distaste. 'You about what happened.'

'Oh.' I relaxed, minimally. 'Send him in.' Grissom nodded, squeezed my hand, and left, leaving the room empty for a few precious moments.

'Sara?' I looked up and saw the sheriff, hands on hips and Ecklie beside him.

'Sheriff. Ecklie.' I barely inclined my head.

'We want to ask you some questions pertaining to earlier this evening.'

'Okay.' I told them, steeling myself.

'Sara, you are a trained martial artist, correct?' I nodded warily. 'So why didn't you defend yourself?'

'I was taken by surprise.'

'Uh huh, and when you had recovered could you not had defended yourself?'

'What?' I suddenly saw where he was aiming at. 'You can't think I wanted this!' I asked in a scandalised voice, choking on the very idea.

'No, of course not.' Liar. 'Did your rapist ejaculate?' Rapist, I shuddered at the mere thought.

'I don't think so. Not that I'm aware anyway. Couldn't you tell from the lab results?' I asked frankly, losing my temper at an alarming rate.

'Not back yet.' I sighed in frustration.

'Look, I'm hurting and violated, I was overpowered, something which was not my fault. I didn't want it, but it happened.' I had never been good at keeping my temper in check, and now it was flaring up.

'Right.' The sheriff and Ecklie exchanged bleak looks as they left.

'I didn't ask for this,' I whispered to the empty room, controlling my tears to the best of my ability.

Sorry for the delay, yadda yadda yadda, enjoy ^_^ And I apologise for the shortness - I was bored ^_^