CHAPTER 25

A/N: thank you SOOO much to everyone who is reviewing, I really appreciate the feedback! Ha, right now I'm in such a frustrated mood, there's something wrong with my one ear and I can only hear out of one of them, it's super, super annoying.

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"Greg!" Greg heard Grissom call his name from somewhere down the hall.

"We're over here, Grissom." Greg called from the waiting room. Grissom came into sight looking tired and frustrated then smiled when he saw Lindsay and Greg.

"Every time I see you, you're with a different man Lindsay." Grissom winked, "I'm going to have to tell your mother to keep an eye on you." Greg smiled at Grissom friendly joking with Lindsay, who was giggling madly.

"Lindsay, why don't we see what your Mom and Warrick are up to? I bet they miss you since you ran out of there last time." Greg suggested as he got up.

"You ran out of there?" Grissom was confused.

"It's a long story." Lindsay told Grissom with a knowing look.

"Is it now?" Grissom shook his head with a smile.

"Yup!" Lindsay nodded, jumping off the couch and standing between Grissom and Greg. "Well, you see, I kind of read my Mom's diary." Lindsay admitted, looking very sheepish.

"You read your Mom's diary?" Grissom smiled.

"Catherine has a diary?" Greg exclaimed with a very big smile, making Lindsay giggle madly and Grissom shake his head, once again.

"Yup! And I read it when she went out one time, and Grandma was watching TV. It had lots and lots of interesting things in it." Lindsay smiled, remembering back to what she'd read about Grissom and Sara, and Greg having a crush on Sara, which made her giggle even more.

"Do we even want to know what's in there?" Grissom asked.

"Yes!" Greg exclaimed.

"Well, it did help my Mom and Warrick." Lindsay giggled, thinking of how she bolted from the room and then they were kissing, you saw them, didn't you Greg?"

"I did." Greg nodded with a hint of disgust present in his voice and on his face.

"Well, that was certainly unexpected." Grissom remarked sarcastically.

"You mean you noticed their constant flirting and all of that too?" Greg wondered.

"Of course, how couldn't I?" Grissom looked at Greg.

"Uh, I don't know." Greg shrugged, "Maybe because you can't even realize things about yourself, I didn't think you would about other people" He thought.

"Well Lindsay, why don't we go see your Mom and Warrick, and then I have to talk to Greg about something." Grissom suggested, letting the last bit of conversation slip from his memory.

"Okay Uncle Gil." Lindsay nodded, taking his hand as he led her towards Catherine's room. Greg walked ahead to make sure that Catherine and Warrick weren't still kissing, he didn't know how they would be… even he couldn't kiss for that long!

"Coast is clear!" Greg called, making Grissom chuckle and Lindsay giggle madly, a regular occurrence in these past few hours.

"Alright let's go." Grissom said before Greg knocked on the door and pushed it open.

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Sara was slowly waking up in the next room and much to her dismay, realizing she was alone. She felt guilty for feeling bad about being left alone, but she felt that way anyways. It was natural to want to be with someone you are comfortable with after a traumatic event like this occurred. She thought back to all the crime scenes they investigated where the victim was still alive and in the hospital, and how worried they were until their family member or loved one was released. How much people cried, how long they sat there. She knew that her friends couldn't just sit there with her, they had a job to do, and she guessed finding Ryan and John were their number one priorities, not her, but she knew that Warrick would still be with Catherine, and probably more than just sitting by her bed comforting her like a friend by now, knowing those two, and Lindsay's inside information from Catherine's diary. That made Sara think about what Lindsay told her about Grissom and herself that Catherine had written. Did Grissom really feel that way about her? Or was that just Catherine speculating and writing random things down? She figured she'd never know, but it was something to keep her mind occupied. But of course, as soon as she started thinking about a number of different things, her thoughts came to the topic of her nightmares, Ryan Whittle and John Hamilton. She couldn't believe they had done this to her. They had tormented her life enough already, almost more than her parents had, why did they have to keep coming back for more? She knew if she recovered fully and was happy, they'd know, and they'd get her again. She knew they wouldn't give up until she was injured for life and couldn't work, or all her friends abandoned her or she died. Those were her only ways out, but none of them were very appealing. She hated when she felt like this, alone, tired, hurt, depressed, and she hadn't felt like this for a while, things were getting better, but they couldn't have that, could they? She thought of what she used to do when she got like this. She used to sing. It made it all better for her, it was the simplest way to vent her anger, but she hadn't sung for a very long time. And although it did help her with her anger, singing also reminded her of John because he used to always tell her what a beautiful voice she had, like an angel. She remembered him telling her that, but that was before things took the turn for the worse. She didn't know what song to sing, anyways. It had been too long to start singing again, she decided. She couldn't do it. Rolling over and trying to push Ryan and John out of her head, she attempted to fall back asleep.

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"Hey guys," Warrick smiled when he saw, or rather heard, them entering the room. "What's up?"

"You guys kissed!" Lindsay exclaimed excitedly, making it obvious to Catherine that Lindsay liked Warrick a heck of a lot better than the other guys she had dated, which came as no surprise. She knew that Warrick wouldn't cheat on her like the rest of the men she seemed to choose, Warrick was different, and she knew that for a fact.

"You saw that?" Catherine smiled, a bit embarrassed, but a bit relieved as well.

"Well, I didn't, Greg did." Lindsay admitted.

"Oh I see." Warrick raised an eyebrow at Lindsay, making her giggle and then averted his gaze to Greg. "So now you're watching people kiss Sanders?"

"I'm scarred for life, man!" Greg exclaimed, with a look of over exaggerated disgust on his face.

"Alright children, Greg and I have an issue to discuss, so we're going out there." Grissom pointed a finger towards the hallway, "And congratulations, by the way." He smiled at Warrick and Catherine before heading out the door.

"Bye!" Greg called as he followed Grissom quickly, shutting the door behind them. "They look really happy." Greg observed.

"Especially considering the circumstances." Grissom added, Greg nodding in agreement. "So what's this that Sara told you about John Hamilton?"

"It's fairly simple." Greg started, "They shared common interests and were friends, he wanted more, she didn't, so he made her want more. Abused her for I don't know how long before she finally was able to leave him, and then she met Ryan." Greg hated telling the story, but it was better that way than with all the details.

"That's all she told you?" Grissom doubted Sara had been that vague, but then again, it was Sara, who could tell what to expect.

"Well, she was a lot more descriptive, but I didn't think it was necessary… I thought we just needed the connection." Greg pointed out.

"Yeah you're right, I'm sorry, I'm just letting my person curiosity and concern get in the way." Grissom admitted, "But thanks Greg, nice work."

"Uh, thanks." Greg shrugged. He hadn't really done any work; he'd just listened to Sara talk as a friend. That was it.

"Yes, this will definitely help; I'm going to go back to the lab. Nick and I can work with this." Grissom told Greg. Grissom wanted to go see Sara, but he didn't know what to say. She needed someone like Greg with her now, to comfort her and listen like he had before, not someone like him who would be awkward and didn't know how to comfort people very effectively. She didn't need him, and he had to accept that. He'd be to upset to talk rationally with her anyways, and the last thing she needed right then was an emotionally upset man with limited social skills sticking around.

"Are you sure you don't want to see Sara first?" Greg asked.

"You know what Greg? I do, but I'm really not good at comforting people like you are Warrick are, so I think it's best if I wait until later, okay?" Grissom said honestly before walking down the hall, leaving a stunned Greg behind him.

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A/N: So I know it took me a little while to update, but hopefully this is a bit longer, well I think it is, than my other chapters so it's even haha. A bit out of character there for Grissom and Sara a bit, but I try my best, what do you think?