It shows how much they all respect him. They looked to him for a signal of what to do next. No one said anything.

Grissom exhaled sharply, and looked at Sara.

Catherine regarded Grissom. He was going to mess this up. He always did when it came to Sara. She wasn't going to fix things this time. She didn't care about Sara like she used to. She didn't care about a lot of things anymore.

"Come on guys," Catherine said getting up. She walked quickly out the room not even taking a second look at Sara.

She froze for a moment when she saw Greg. No music. He wasn't doing anything. Literally. Well, if staring out into space counted as something, then yes, he probably was doing something. He was so pale.

It's amazing how drastically perceptions can change. Before, his scruff haircut seemed to yell rebellious. Now it seemed to whisper,

'Dejected.'

The worse thing was that he didn't blame her.

She could cope if he blamed her.

Warrick and Nicks eyes froze on her exit, questioning her actions. They were confused. Normally, they would try to comfort Sara. But they knew it would be like trying to hug a cactus, yet far pricklier. But they did want to help. Somehow. And if that involved leaving, so be it.

When she noticed they hadn't followed, she appeared at the doorframe. "We have an RTA to deal with" she shouted, and left.

Warrick and Nick looked at each other, searching for each other's response, before following Catherine. Warrick took one last look at Sara before he left. She was still turned away from the room.

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"Sara…" Grissom said, the only other sign of his approach to her was the sound of glass being lightly treaded on.

"Don't," Sara said. Her voice sounded distant, slightly choked with tears.

"Sara, how do you know this man?" he said softly.

She turned to look at him, for a moment, her face was unguarded

She closed her eyes. She remembered his face.

She opened them and slightly scowled.

"I don't know him." She replied, her tone flat.

Grissom's customary eyebrow rose. He didn't believe her.

"Look, I don't know him!" she said angrily, striding out of the break room.

Grissom watched her leave. His team was falling apart. The room always seemed to drop several degrees if Cath and Sara occupied it. Greg never played music anymore. Sara seemed to be even aggravating Warrick and Nick these days.

But it wasn't constant. Sometimes things seemed fine.

But then again, sometimes he could hear.

Sometimes he couldn't.

Things definitely weren't fine.