A/N:  Wow, did I ever get way behind on this one.  It's finished at my site but updating it here, well, let's just say I took a detour.  Hope these chapters help you forgive me.

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            Jackson, in the meantime, reached the suite with the CSI's already there.  He knocked and Nick answered the door, inviting him in, "Hey, Jackson, come in."  They walked into the main area of the four-bedroom suite.  The others were finishing getting dressed and started coming out of their individual rooms.  They had been planning on going to the lounge in search of Sara and the others.  They looked at Jackson and could immediately read apprehension on his face.  "I'm supposed to escort you to see Sara."

            Grissom read his expression well, and read between the lines. "What's wrong?"

            "Sara was shot–"

            Jackson barely got it out when Grissom asked, "How bad is she?"

            "She's okay.  She was just grazed.  When I left..." Jackson was unable to finish his statement.

            "Take us to her."  You could see the fear written on Grissom's face.  Too many years wasted.  He thought as he felt the guilt of unspoken words wash over him.

            They quickly headed out the door to the elevator.  "Let me reemphasize that she was grazed and will be fine."  Jackson said to the now full elevator as he pressed the button to the basement. Everyone noticed but said nothing.  As they reached the second floor, Jackson took out a card that appeared to be a normal credit card.  He slipped it into a crack in the elevator wall and slid it downward.  They noticed that they were now coming up on the basement floor and expected the elevator to stop.  However they were surprised to feel the movement of the elevator as they continued the descent another ten seconds before they come to a stop and the elevator door opens.

            "Woe, where the hell are we?"  Nick said in astonishment.  They were looking out at a large cavernous area surrounded in glass that went down for what appeared to be two more floors.  It reminded them of something out of a James Bond movie.  As they approached the glass wall, they could see people working at terminals.  Large screens were placed on a couple of the walls, some with maps, others with images of streets in cities, some familiar and some foreign.

            Jackson motioned for them to follow him to the left and around the edge of the glass wall.  They reached a door going into the enclosed arena.  On the other side of the door was a stairway that led them downward.

            When they reached the bottom, two men were waiting for them, one of them they recognized as Matt and the other they had yet to meet.  Matt introduced him as Sydney.  They directed them past three closed doors and then they went into a fourth one marked Infirmary.

            As they walked in, they saw Jarod lying next to Sara on the bed.  Catherine snuck a peak over at Grissom who now wore a frown on his face. 

            Sara was awake.  She turned and saw them approach.  She glared at Jarod as she mumbled something to him and he in turn shrugged it off.   By the time they reached her, she regained some of her composure and was able to offer them a smile and a "Hey there."  Jarod sat up but didn't leave the bed.

            Nick quickly walked over closer to the bed and Sara.  He smiled down at her and took her hand gently and rubbed the back of it in little circles.  "How are you feeling?"

            Sara smiled back at him and how tender he seemed to be.  "A little tired is all."

            Warrick chuckled. "Yeah right."

            "No, really, I don't feel much pain."

            Grissom, knowing that someone who has been shot especially in the head vicinity shouldn't be given any kind of pain killers so that they will know if she is having any problems from it, inquired of Jarod,  "She hasn't been given anything has she?"

            "No, she hasn't.  She wouldn't need anything anyway since she has a high tolerance of pain."  Jarod looked over at her and grinned then got up to stand with the rest of the group.  "It makes our jobs harder because you can't get her to stay down very well when she doesn't feel it."

            He started filling them in on what occurred and then, "I am going to suggest that tomorrow morning we all meet here…Sara lay down!"

            Sara had taken off the sheet that was covering her even though she wasn't wearing much of anything and had swung her legs over the edge of the bed.  She tried to stand up thinking she could grab the glass of water on the table next to the bed without having to interrupt Jarod.  She started to weave a little and Jarod and Grissom both reached out to steady her but Jarod reached her first. Grissom realized suddenly how telling his actions were and so quickly pulled himself back. Jarod spoke sternly, "Sara, I don't want to have to strap you down but if you don't quit being stubborn about this, I will and don't give me that look of try me because you know out of everyone here, I will do it."

            "Jarod, I just wanted that glass of water and didn't want to interrupt your little speech."

            "Go ahead, interrupt, I don't mind…I'll get the water." He stepped over to the table and with his back to her he poured the water but without anyone seeing he put some powder in it.  He handed it back to her. She shakily took a couple of drinks then gave it back.  "Better?"

            "Yep, much, thanks."  She smiled at him like a little kid who got caught but is still getting away with murder.  Her smile disappeared just as fast as she realized he had the same smile on his face.  "Oh, no, you didn't…" and out she went like a light being turned off.

            Sydney, knowing Jarod and Sara quite well, asked him, "Jarod, what did you give her?"

            "Just what Dr. Linn prescribed if she resisted sleep."  He grinned over at Sydney.  "Feels just like old times, doesn't it Syd?"  They both chuckled at the private joke.  Jarod then turned to the CSI's that were presently staring at Sara.  "I'm sorry you all didn't get to talk much to her but I would say that during our meeting tomorrow you will get the chance."

            "It's been a long day.  We should all probably turn in…" Grissom motioned to his team to head out.  As they started walking out the door, Grissom turned back to Jarod and asked, "How do we get back in tomorrow?"

            "I'll have someone come and get you tomorrow morning, say, oh, around eight o'clock okay with you?"

            "Will that be too early?  Sara will be out still."  Grissom said recalling the drug that Jarod had given her.

            "No, I'm afraid she won't.  Even though I gave her that sedative, her body won't let her sleep more than six hours.  She'll be up before then."

            Grissom frowned at Jarod's estimation.  "Are you sure, that stuff you gave her put her out really quick?"

            Jarod smiled and said, "Our experience with that stuff has proven that nothing will hold her down for long.  She will probably be up around six maybe seven at the very latest."

            "You've had to use it on her before… when and why?"

            "I wish I could tell you but after the conversation I had with her this morning I am no longer at liberty to discuss her past or background with anyone.  I nearly lost her trust with that conversation I had with Matt and Jackson and I'm not going to risk that again.  Her trust is too hard to earn.  If you want to know about her life before you met, you'll have to ask her."

            Grissom knew how tight lipped Sara could be.  He doubted he would be able to have that conversation with her.  He nodded at Jarod that he understood then headed off with the rest of his team.

            Jarod turned back around and stared at Sara.  Maybe I should strap her in anyway.  He thought.   No, just let her sleep, she'll be okay.  He turned and sauntered off with Sydney.