Yes, speeding is bad. And yes, I know I was indeed about 15 mph over the speed limit. However, it was an emergency, and I'm pretty sure any logical person would agree. When I couldn't find Grissom, and the car was gone, I started up the other car and raced towards the lab, ready to maul Brass for getting him out of bed and to work of all places.

"What the hell were you thinking?" I yelled at Brass from across the hall, not waiting to get closer and have a bit more privacy.

"That I need coffee." Was his reply, mug in hand and oblivious to what I meant.

"Sending him to a scene? You know he was in no condition."

"Send who? Grissom?"

"Yes Grissom, who else? You talked to him minutes ago."

Brass looked utterly confused. His coffee mug was half way to his mouth when it stopped, and it hadn't moved thirty seconds later when he finally responded.

"Sara, I haven't talked to Grissom since Doc checked him out."

"Then where is he?"

"Shit."

They both raced to work. Calling his cell phone. No answer. Asking Ecklie if there were any untaken cases. There were none. And after having Archie track his phone, we raced to an abandoned warehouse that I didn't know existed.

Once again, speeding is bad. However, when you have a cop behind you going the same speed if not trying to go faster, it's probably okay.

The warehouse was nothing that drew attention. It was plain, old, and obviously in need of some repair. In fact the only thing that told us that we were in the right spot was Gil's car out in front.

Moving swiftly and stealthily to the door, Brass, the few reinforcements we managed to wrangle up in the short amount of time, and I, silently walked to the entrance. I could hear voices, faintly. Just enough to where I could distinguish the…people, sounded like Gil and another man, but not hear words. The second voice seemed vaguely familiar.

Brass told everyone to hold their position and wait. Like hell I was going to wait.

"Sara." He whispered, stopping my heart for a moment, while I waited to see if they heard.

I motioned him to stay there, and to my utter bewilderment he did. First time for everything.

Grissom and the mystery man were concentrated on each other, and by sticking to the shadows, and the corners, I successfully made my way to the corner nearest them. I was… give or take, 20 feet from them, and in mystery man's blind spot. If Gil would have looked up, he would have seen me. It was probably a good thing he didn't because now wasn't the best time to test his acting abilities.

"Mr. Grissom, I blame you."

For the first time I got a good look at this guy, well as good as you can get from the back of his head. It was Scott, my ex that I didn't love. And for some reason, I wasn't surprised.

"For what?" Gil sounded miserable. I slowly crept around to Scott's side, now noticing a gun pointed at Gil. Why I didn't notice it earlier, who knows? Maybe my senses are dulling.

"You stole her heart, and she was mine. She would have still married me if she didn't love you."

"If you think so. She doesn't love me. She just wants to be friends."

It took everything I had not to gasp, cry, run and hit Gil across the head, tackle Scott, or any combination of the four.

"You're wrong." Scott said, drawing the gun and pointing it at Gil's head. Adrenaline kicked in, and before I knew what I was doing, what had happened, or what the hell was going on, a searing pain came to my body. Where, I could not exactly tell, but even with the fire burning my body, I could see Grissom screaming "Sara" and hovering over my body, Brass rushing in at the sound of gunfire, and Scott going down by a bullet coming from who knows where. But now, it was just him and me, me and him.

"It's me. It has to be me. I protect you. I tried to tell you." The words came out as fast as I could get them to and be coherent at the same time. I could feel myself zoning out. I had to get the message across, and fast. "I…love…you."

"Sara, don't talk. It'll be alright." He was holding me. It felt right. It felt right to be in his arms.

"I'll love…you…forever.

I'll…like…you…for..al…ways."

I couldn't finish, so I just shut up and closed my eyes. The pain was lessening. It felt better. Black covered the light like a blanket. I couldn't see, but it was alright. He said it would be alright.

"As long as I'm living,

My Sara you'll be."

He finished the song. I could have sworn I heard him finish the song. Wait, he changed to song. Yes, I'm almost positive he changed it. But you never know, because after you sight goes, your hearing does. And that's just about the last thing I heard.

A/N Try as I might, I couldn't get the chapter jsut right, so I posted it not wanting to keep all you lovely readers waiting. So I apologize. Also, I thnk there's at leaast one more chapter left.