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Note: This is an interlude, but still relevant to the story, so please stick with me. I pretty much ignored Hank in this, since I have seen almost none of the episodes he was in.
Greg wasn't the only one, who was stuck in his life.
The bank robbery had kept Sara busy, she had spend hours working on the reconstruction of safety deposit box room. And even after the actual case was solved there was always the paperwork. But truth be told, right now she was happy that there was work to be done. The impact that the lab explosion had created on her life was still hurting. After her initial attempts to deal with the feeling the she had not really lived her life so far had been rather disastrous, she preferred not to think about that right now. She knew that burying herself in her work was not helping her at all. She knew that she needed to change, but in order to avoid the pain of it, she kept doing what she had always done, immerse herself in work instead of leading a life. Now she had finished her paperwork, all her paperwork in fact. She glanced at her watch, shift had been over for 2 hours. All cases coming in now, fell into the jurisdiction of the day shift. Not having anything else to do, her thoughts returned to the day of the lab explosion. The sudden intrusion of a threat to her life, which she had escaped unscathed. Now, she knew that she had to start living more. Because if she had died on the explosion what would she have missed, more hours of work, take-out and the yearly vacation in the snow. That wasn't a hell of a lot. In the wake of the explosion she had decided to change that. Asking Grissom out for dinner had been a mistake probably, she didn't even know why she had even tried. it was clear that he would say no, besides while she liked Grissom and admired his thinking ability and his vast knowledge, she didn't really feel attracted to him. it was all so complicated. She knew why she had preferred to steer clear of the messy domain of human interaction. But was part of life too. Fortunately, she now thought that Grissom had never broached the subject of her invitation again. She herself hadn't said another word about it. In fact that had worked well together on the bank robbery again. The night after her asking him out and him turning her down, she had come home and slowly the realization had sunk in. She could have easily seriously ruined their working relationship. Well, she had gotten lucky. But luck wasn't enough. The next day she had called in sick at work. Grissom hadn't asked why or made any comments. She had gone out for a walk, she needed time to think. She thought about herself, about other people she knew, because she saw them every day, but she didn't really know anything about. She hoped that this was going to change. And she wasn't thinking about Grissom. Grissom was impossible to get to know, and she thought that deep down he didn't want anyone to really know him, at least no one from work. And she decided to go out on a limp and take someone up on his old offer.
Still after her botched attempt at asking Grissom out, she was afraid that to get burned again like that. She was afraid that she was still too much in shock . but she decided to take a small first step. She walked back home, got in her car and drove to the hospital.
At first she had not even realized that Greg had been caught in the explosion. She didn't know how she had gotten outside afterwards. Traumatic situations can cause amnesia, she knew that. Still it felt weird and wrong to her, that it would just happen to her. The rest of the day, she had spent in a strange state, not really being herself. She had somehow found herself in front of her locker, and realizing that she had to take charge of her life and do something with it. It was just the "how", that was a bit of a problem for her.
She had wanted to visit Greg in the hospital herself, but she was afraid. It was ridiculous, her logical mind told her. She had nothing to feel bad about. But the fact that she had gotten off so lightly, made her feel bad.
At least she had done something.
Resigned that she had effectively run out of work to do, she made her way towards the front desk to sign out.
She was just about to drive out of the parking area, mentally preparing herself for the routine waiting for her at home, when an unexpected shock hit her car.
