"Sara? Are you there?"

The voice of Sofia got into Sara's ears, danced around her head and made her believe for a moment Sofia's voice was an echo. Every words seemed to repeat itself two or three times and matched all the colors she saw. Why did she see colors? It looked like she lives in a cartoon.

"Can you open your eyes?"

Can you open your eyes? Open your eyes? Eyes? This echo was horrible. Were her eyes closed? Why did she see the colors? It was obvious Sofia talked in colors to her. She never did that before. Or Sara never saw them before.

Carefully she opened one eye only to find out, the colors were still there but fainted away softly. Instead of a rainbow colored face Sofia's face looked ordinary and worried. Did anything happen that made Sofia worry?

"What happened?" Gosh, her voice had better times. She sounded like swallowed a dozen rusty nails and had some sandpaper for dessert.

"You fainted."

"Oh. Why?"

"Stress."

Where did Jules come from? She hadn't been here before, did she? At least Sara couldn't remember but there wasn't much she did remember. They were shopping, bought all furniture they needed and…she was hungry!

"What time is it?"

"Time for me to get back to work." Jules got up. "Sofia will explain everything to you. Stay down a little bit, you need to rest. I come back after work."

"Thanks Jules, I appreciate it."

"No problem. Take care of the godmother of my child."

Sofia sat next to Sara, took her hand. With concern in her eyes she observed the brunette who wasn't sure if she wanted to sit or stay like this.

"Do you want something to drink?"

"Yes." Maybe her voice became normal after a sip of water. She sounded a little bit like Bonnie Tyler, with the difference, she wasn't able to keep a note. "Thanks." The water felt good. "What happened? Why did I faint and what was Jules doing here?"

"She was the first who came to my mind when you fainted. Two years ago she knew what to do when you had a bout and I wasn't sure if it's not another bout you had so I called her after I checked your pulse. It wasn't that high like when you fainted the first time here."

"Why did I faint?" She had no memory of that. Did she lost conscious in the shop? While they bought furniture? No, they had coffee and donuts later. Oh god! She lost conscious in the car? Was there an accident? Was anybody injured?

"Sam."

"Sam?" Who was…oh. Oh. Sam. Right, they made it home and Sam was there.

"Your brother waited for us, he wanted to talk to you. With my gun you forced him to step back, told him he's your past and you don't want him in your present or future and offered him to walk away or shoot into his leg and call the cops. Somehow he believed you would really do that and frankly, in that moment I had no doubts about it either. We went into the house, closed the door and you collapsed in the living room. After I checked on you I called Jules and Don. Both were here within minutes, we got you on the couch and waited for you to come back. Don is on his way to the pharmacy, you hit the vase, it broke and cut you. We need new band aids."

Sara lifted her hand. A bloody band aid was on it. "Shit."

"Nothing serious but we're out of band aids. He gets some disinfections spray too."

"Is Sam really gone?"

"I haven't seen him, neither has Jules."

"Good." Sara closed her eyes. "I'm sorry I scared you."

"Not your fault. Besides I'm way too proud of you. You made your brother leave, you talked to him, calm and firmly, never gave him the chance to get into you…until you were inside. He made you vulnerable but you didn't show him, you kept your face until you were with me. And with me you can be vulnerable because you know I'd never use it against you. I take it as a compliment that I'm allowed to see you like that."

"Whom am I supposed to trust if not the woman I love?"

"Nobody." Sofia kissed Sara gently. "Somebody is hungry." Sara's stomach growled for the second time and got louder and louder.

"A little bit."

"Shall I order some Chinese food?"

"Sounds good. I can…"

"You are supposed to stay down, did you not listen what the doctor said?"

"She isn't a medical doctor."

"No, she's the only doctor you trust and do what she orders, makes her the best. She's your doctor Quinn while my doctor Quinn doctor Bendler is. Great woman."

"Are you slobbering over another woman?"

"Only a little bit. Great woman, great doctor, not even close to you, Honey. You're playing in a separate level, one nobody else will ever reach. I get the phone, stay where you are."

"Yes nurse." Sara smiled a bit. She could Sofia enjoyed the fact she could take of her. After all those weeks Sara took care of the blonde, it was the other way around now.

"Are you again on the couch or still?" Jules asked Sara when she and Greg entered the living room.

"Don't treat her like she's uneducated child." Greg reprinted his fiancé. "She's my best friend, change your tone." He sat next to Sara, hugged and kissed her. "Are you all right, Honey?"

"Yes, I'm feeling much better, thanks. And yes Jules, I stayed on the couch. My blonde and beautiful butler gets me everything I need. Only once I had to get up to use the toilette. When my Doctor Quinn tells me to lie down, I do it."

"Doctor Quinn?"

"Sofia called you my Doctor Quinn. Apparently she was the doctor everybody trusted. I learnt it was a TV series and will watch an episode at one point."

"I got you a bag of your favorite potato chips and a muffin from your favorite bakery. Vanilla strawberry, the lady there said these are your favorites."

"She's right. Thanks Greg."

"Can I do anything else for?"

"Could have a look what Sofia does in the garden? She went out five minutes ago to start the barbecue and I'm afraid she'll end up on the barbecue herself if nobody rescues her."

"I take care of your lover. Where's Don?"

"At work. He supervises a case they want to close today. Guess who else can't wait to get back to work and doesn't understand she's not supposed to?"

"The lieutenant. I talk her out of it. Try to."

"Thanks." Sara sat up and petted on the spot next to her as a sign for Jules to sit down. "Don't be mad with Greg because he defended me."

"I'm not, don't worry. He worries a lot about you."

"Like I worry a lot about him."

"You see in him your little brother and he sees in you his big sister, he has to defend and fight for. When you need him he comes from everywhere to you."

"Some women get mad and jealous when their fiancé cares so much about another woman."

"Lucky for Greg and you – as being the other woman – I'm not that stupid. The first thing I saw of him was how he lifted you up, hugged and kissed you. Then he denied any closer contact to me because of you, because he wanted you to finish your therapy first. He loves you, Sara. In a different way he loves me but nevertheless it's the same strength."

"Yeah…after Sofia he's the most important person in my life. And I heard you were dating somebody else when he asked you out."

Jules laughed. "Indeed I did. A very good looking doctor, trauma surgeon. My mother was absolutely over the moon, she arranged the first date."

"Trauma surgeon versus CSI, hard decision."

"A very good looking man with a lot of money, a house in Beverly Hills and on a Caribbean Island, four cars and a yacht versus a handsome man from Las Vegas, who has more humor than money and would walk through the fire for another woman. What do you think made me choose Greg?"

"The fact he would walk through fire for another woman; your patient. You knew he is able to love, has a bigger heart than the doctor houses and would change his life for somebody else. Your doctor would have never moved to another city, earn less money or leave his house for you. The doctor wanted another nice accessories for his collection, Greg wants a woman with a heart and soul, who has her own life and own decision. I bet Mister Superdoc never tried to find out who you really are, what you really want during the dates."

The other woman smiled. "One of the things Greg asked me when we had dinner the first time was, what I dream of. If he wasn't a CSI but a fairy what was the dearest wish I had. So I turned tables on him and asked him what his wish was. Without hesitation he said he wished that his family and friends would be happy and healthy for the rest of their lives. Because there are no fairies, he continued, he had to do his best his wish comes true."

"That's my Greggo. What is your wish?"

"I share the wish of my fiancé and like him I try to make this wish come true. There's no reason why we can't be our own fairy."

"My fairy is outside and having her with me is my wish came true."

"You're very lucky to have her and she's very lucky to have you."

"Yes. You know." Sara pulled Jules in her arms. "I'm really lucky to have you too. That we became friends, that you were my therapist. Since I met you, you save my ass all the time. Are you my guardian angel?"

"Kind of. If you ever tell somebody you were my patient I'm in big trouble."

"I think more than enough people know about us and none of them will ever blame you for our friendship. Quite the opposite. Be glad you were not one of my clients when I worked in Las Vegas."

"I'd be quite dead then. Why don't we get up and go out, have a look what your…did you ever think of marry Sofia?"

"Don't put ideas in her head! Don't! Never ever repeat this question! You know the first thing she told me after she found out you're pregnant, was, she wants a baby too! Do you have any idea how hard it is to get that out of her head?"

"Oh Sara." Jules bopped Sara. "Sooner or later she wants you to pop the question or pops the question herself. Probably when you get the invitation to our wedding."

"She won't get it and we'll be on vacation somewhere far, far away."

"You and your therapist should talk about your problems with commitments."

"No, we talk about my fucked off family situation." Sara got up. "That will occupy us for a decade or so."

"Need somebody to talk about what happened this noon now? I'm sure we can stay inside a little bit longer and leave our better half to the barbecue."

"You're off duty, doctor."

"As a doctor yes, as a friend not."

"Not today, okay. I need to sort it out for myself first."

"Okay. You know how to reach me and I hope you will call."

"Will do." Sara took Jules's hand and walked with her into the garden. Despite all the bad things that happened in her life she was lucky to have friends who were always there for her.

After all this time of using the wheelchair in the bathroom Sofia knew when to stop and turn it so she didn't bump into everything. It took her still a lot more time than before in here but she got better every day. Nevertheless she was happy when she could stand and walk again. Soon. A few more weeks. At least she could do more and more with her left arm. When she was very careful she could brush her teeth holding the toothbrush in her left hand. Amazing. It wasn't an useless limb anymore.

Feeling brave and loaded with energy she got out of her wheelchair, held on to the doorframe, opened the door, needed a second to find her balance and jumped on one leg to her bed, the last yard with one huge jump and ended up on her right side next to Sara.

"Before you tell me off for jumping let me tell you I love you."

"I love you too and when you do this again I kick your lovely ass. This had to be painful for your shoulder and arm."

"Don't know, I took some painkillers earlier."

The look Sara gave her lover said more than a million words. Under this circumstance it was even worse. The blonde couldn't feel when she hurt herself.

"Is your phantom pain back?"

"No, this time it was the wound, the upper leg."

"Shall I check if the wound looks all right?"

"It does, I checked it. No infection, only pain. Hey, I could brush my teeth with the left hand, cool isn't it?"

"Yes." Sara smiled. "Your therapy pays out. Soon you can join Don in the department."

"One more week and I want to go back. My ability to work on a computer is limited so far but I read some files and do some light work. Please don't ask me to stay at home any longer, I go crazy here. I won't work eight hours day, I won't chase any bad guys but I need to get out." Sofia pleaded. She had never been somebody who felt good inside a building for a long time. This was a reason why she wanted to be a cop, to get out, move around.

"I won't stop you."

"Are you mad?"

"Of course not. I love you and I want you happy. You've been at home for almost two months, I can understand you want out. How do you plan to get there?"

"Kyle or Lynn can take me there and back…we do have busses in Los Angeles and they bend down for you. On Monday my parents are still here, if anything goes wrong, if I'm stuck, I call them."

"Okay."

"Really? Okay?" That seemed to be too easy.

"Yes."

Sofia eyed Sara suspicious. "Too easy. What comes now?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Yes, nothing. You want to go back to work, I won't stop you. You love your job, you need it and you've been for a while. As long as you don't overdo yourself."

"Thanks. I take care of your girlfriend."

"Good."

"Will you take care of my smoking guns girlfriend?" Secretly Sofia had to admit seeing Sara with her gun was very sexy. She liked that and she was close to ask if she could take a photo of her lover with a gun. Sara Sidle, the revenge angel was back!

"Yes." Sara laughed.

"I thought for a moment you shoot your brother."

"No, I was never close to it."

"You certainly looked like it."

"That was my intention. Like it was my intention to see how good you can hold a gun in your left hand. Looked really good to see my detective with her gun."

"Lieutenant."

"Lover."

"I'm whatever you want me to be." Sofia switched off the light and got her arm around Sara. Tomorrow they couldn't sleep in, the brunette had to work late. "Do you think your brother will leave you alone?"

"Hard to say. He's stubborn. Maybe he'll be back tomorrow, I don't know. I made it obvious I don't want to talk to him, he made it obvious he wants to talk to me. We'll see where this ends. Of course I wonder what exactly he wants. What made him care about his mother and sister after all those years? Does he have his own family? Wants to get married and thinks he needs his family for it? Is he ill and needs a donor? These and a lot of more questions I've asked myself since the phone call from my mother and I came up with the same answer the whole time: I don't care. It's not like I wish him anything bad, he can live a happy life wherever he wants but I don't want him being a part of my life. All that is my past and I want to leave it there, that was the reason why I told the police about Trevor, so I can close this chapter for myself. It happened, I can't change it but I don't need to relive it every day. When I see Sam there's no happiness inside me. Nothing that indicates I want him as a part of my life. All I feel is disgust, disappointment and anger. Maybe this changes one day, if so I'm willing to talk to him. Until that day I don't want him in my life."

"What does your therapist say about it?"

"We'll talk about him tomorrow." Because of her bout Sara cancelled her appointment with doctor Luria and got a new one for tomorrow. "What about you? Your own PTSD therapy?"

"The therapist is satisfied with me, said because we started early I've good chances PTSD won't hit me hard. There are some nightmares, I do suffer because I've lost half of a leg but I can see and feel happy times too. That's a good sign."

"You're a fighter and a survivor."

"We. We are both our saviors and we're both survivors." And as long as they were together there was nothing they couldn't fight and conquer.