Sara gazed out the window of the waiting room. She had her fifth cup of coffee in her hands, she brung it to her lips. All she could think about was Grissom and who would want to shoot him. Grissom was in surgery, and had been for the past 2 hours. They had told her that the bullet was very close to the heart and he may not live. That made her cried.

"What the hell is taking them so long?" Warrick called out, not really saying it to anyone.

Sara turned and looked at him. She had forgotten he was here. Catherine and Nick are at the crime scene, getting all the evidence.

She set her coffee on the table beside her and sat down next to him.

"I don't know what's taking them so long. The bullet was pretty deep."

He sighed and looked at her.

"You look tired, you should go home and get some rest." Warrick said to her.

She shook her head. "I'm fine. Maybe you should head home."

He shook his head, too. "Nah, I'll be okay. Beside, I don't want to leave you here by yourself."

She wasn't going to be by herself. Grissom was here.

She just smiled at him.

"Want anything? I am going to the snack machine." He asked her.

She shook her head and he walked out of the waiting room.

A young doctor walked towards her with scrubs on his feet.

"Miss. Sidle?" He asked her.

She nodded.

"May I have a word with you?"

TBC.