Now it was night. Sara didn't much like the hospital at all, but of all times of day here this was her favorite. Most of the ward that Grissom was in was silent and calm. The quiet only broken occasionally by a nurse coming around to check on some of the patients. Sara sat at the side of Grissom's bed, holding one of his hands in both of hers. She looked across the room at her new friend Bobby, who was sound asleep and breathing deep, slow breaths. She had spent most of the day talking to him. She told him about work, about Grissom, about her childhood, about everything. It was amazing how she could somehow open up to this man so easily when he was little more than a stranger to her. Perhaps that was what made it all a little easier. He wasn't really a part of her life, so she could talk openly to him. Even if he thought she was totally crazy, it didn't affect her life at all. But he didn't seem to think that she was crazy at all. He just patiently listened to her talk, nothing more. He gave her the strength to do what she was about to do. She looked down at Grissom, took a deep breath, and began to speak. Her voice was little more than a whisper, and more than once it shook and almost dissolved completely, but somehow, deep inside, she knew he could hear her.
"Grissom. I don't know if you can hear me, but there are some things that I need to get off of my chest. I just…I wish that we had talked sooner. I know that there is no going back, but I wish we hadn't let this awkward space settle in between us. We used to be so close. You used to trust me. We used to move through life like two halves of the same person. Like we were meant to be together. When we met all those years ago I was just a kid, curious about the world, about life, and about you. We spent hours debating different theories or puzzles, and somehow you always knew what I was going to say before I said it, and you found a way to challenge my thinking. Back then I thought that was because I was not working hard enough to find the right answer, and that you were bound to think that I was stupid. As time passed I realized that you didn't know what I was thinking because it was the obvious easy (albeit wrong) answer. You knew what I was thinking because you had thought the same thing at first; because our minds travel some of the same roads. The more time we spent together, the closer we became. It didn't matter if we were in a museum, a science lab, a classroom, or a coffee shop. It didn't matter if we were deep in conversation or lost in our own thoughts. We were connected, through some inexplicable bond that neither of us could quite understand. Sure, it was a little scary, but we stuck to safe ground. We stayed in contact after you went back to Vegas. Even the great distance between us couldn't break the bond that we had forged. It was something more than a friendship; at least it was for me. It was always so much more for me. You were a great source of strength and inspiration for me. You challenged me to learn and to grow like few other people ever did. You inspired me to grow and learn. I was always trying to impress you. If I didn't know something, I would try and fake it to make you think that I was smart. I don't think that I ever fooled you though. You would just find a subtle way to tell me what I needed to know without embarrassing me by just calling my bluff. When you called me to Vegas, your timing couldn't have been better. I was in a rut at my old job, I didn't feel like I was growing or advancing. The change of scenery was exactly what I needed. The first two years that I was here were wonderful. At first it felt like our old bond was just like it had been when we had first met. You trusted me to do jobs you couldn't trust anyone else with. If you couldn't be somewhere yourself, you sent me, knowing that I could do the job. I can't tell you how good that felt to be personally hand picked by you to come and work here when you needed someone. It was the clearest indication that you had ever given me that you needed me as much as I needed you. And for a while that was enough. We were together at work, and work was my life. When I got too involved and started to lose myself, you were there to bail me out. When you were getting too involved, I was there to try to calm you down. We were a perfect match; at least I thought so. When we had the accident in the lab it was like my life flashed in front of my eyes. I saw everything all at once, and it hit me then. I wanted more from you than the guidance of a mentor. I needed more. It was like I suddenly realized that you don't always get a second chance, there really isn't always a tomorrow. That might sound a little silly coming from someone who sees dead people on a regular basis. I really should know as well as anyone that shit happens and you need to live for today and all of that. But it doesn't feel like that. I guess most of the time I feel like everyone else does, like it can't happen to me. Like it couldn't happen to you. But that day…that day everything changed. I saw my life flash in front of me, and something was missing. You. I mean, you weren't really missing, but you weren't really there either. I wanted you to be with me. I mean really be with me. You know? So I acted on instinct. I didn't think, I didn't analyze. I didn't weigh the pros and cons or go through the scientific process. I just acted. I asked you to diner. And you said no. I don't even think I can describe how much that hurt. It was like finally hearing out loud that I was not really all that important to you. I felt like I was one of your experiments. Something that commanded your attention for a while, until you saw what the result was and then you walked away, leaving me to clean up the pieces. But you know what, I probably could have lived with that. I could have lived without being with you like that. What really hurt was the way that you shut me out after that. You stopped trusting me, you put everyone else in the world in front of me, you stopped talking to me, and you stopped treating me like a special person. Hell, sometimes you didn't even treat me like a person. You completely shut me out. I felt like I was being punished for doing something horribly wrong. But you know what? I don't think I did do anything wrong. I just wanted to take what we had and make it more. Is there really any harm in that? I don't know. I don't know if after hearing all of this you will forgive me. I don't know if you are even hearing this. But I want so much to have you back in my life. I want that amazing unbreakable bond back. I miss you Grissom."
And with that, she laid her head down on his hand and cried. Not for his accident, not for herself, but for the both of them. For their past, for their future, for every moment that they had ever spent together, and for every moment that they had ever spent apart. After a short while she fell asleep with her head resting on the bed next to his hand, which was still clasped in both of hers. She was in too deep of a sleep to feel it, but Grissom gave Sara's hands a slight squeeze, and then went limp again.