So my writer's block wasn't as bad as I thought. This chapter might be short but that's ok because I now know where this story is going. I am happily posting this chapter in celebration of my graduation….I am so very happy. Oh, and thank you Katherine for your input.



Disclaimer: still don't own a dang thing and now Bev is gone…sigh…oh well, there's always next chapter….



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Grissom felt sick. He knew he had recognized the vehicle. It was Sara's. Sara. The Sara he couldn't help but think about, the Sara that had shown him true beauty, the Sara that he wanted to be loved by and that he wanted to love. Sara. That was her blood, he realized, her blood all over the lot, and it was all his fault.

He knew he should have gone with her. He was the one who sent her out. He should have remembered Catherine's birthday in the first place. If only…. "Grissom?"

Grissom snapped out of his trance and back into reality. Nick and Warrick were giving exchanging a worried look. "You ok Gris?" Nick asked, concern evident in his eyes. "We've been trying to get your attention for the last minute."

Grissom frowned and looked at the worried young men standing to his right. "I'm fine," he finally answered "just worried about Sara."

Warrick nodded in understanding. "You know Gris," he stated, "that might not be Sara's Tahoe, Nick was just…"

"It's hers." They all jumped as Brass came up beside them and confirmed their fears. "They just took her to the Methodist hospital up the road."

They all stood in an uneasy silence, not sure what to say to one another, all wrestling with their emotions. Finally Grissom spoke up "That son of a bitch." Brass looked over at him, eyebrow raised.

"You know Mobley doesn't want you on this case. He thinks you'll all become to personally involved. Maybe he's right." The group looked over at him, not trying to hide the rage on their faces.

"You will put us on this case," Grissom slowly stated, anger in his voice evident "not Ecklie or anyone else. Sara is my CSI, my responsibility and my friend. You've known me for a long time and you know that I never let my feelings take over a case." Brass nodded in agreement but had a wary look in his eyes.

"Just don't let your emotions take over, or I'll be forced to take you off."



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Pain. That is what Sara felt as she slowly regained conciseness. Her head felt like it was exploding. Weak, she also felt weak, something she tried to avoid feeling. What had happened? She tried to remember. She had put her bag in the passenger seat of the Tahoe and then dropped her keys. She had then bent down to pick them up and….after that….

She sighed, she couldn't remember and right now she didn't want to. All she wanted to do was sleep. All around her doctors shouted to one another and a nurse came in to check on her. Sara was oblivious to it all; she was so tired….

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