Sara sat there, beside his bed. He was hook up to monitors and he had a breathing mask on. His face was flushed and his eyes were close. She wanted to pinch his cheeks to bring back some of the color. She didn't though. Her hands stayed where they were.

"I don't want you to die. Your not ready for it. I'm not ready for it. There's so much I haven't told you." The young doctor had said the surgery was successful but there was still a 50/50 chance of him not surviving. The bullet was so deep, it cracked some ribs. The doctor also said the bullet was near the heart just like she thought. She was glad that the bullet didn't go through his heart. If it did, he wouldn't be alive now.

Warrick stood there with his shoulder against the door frame. Her back was to him, he heard every word she said. He ate some of his M&M's he got from the snack machine and then putted them in his pocket.

"He's not going to die, Sara."

She was startled by his voice. She wonder how much he heard. She turned to look at him.

"How do you know for sure?"

"I know Grissom, he's a fighter."

She didn't say anything.

He turned and walked out.

She turned around and looked at Grissom.

She reached for his hand and held it.

"Your going to be okay, Grissom." She said, trying to calm her nerves.

He opened his blue eyes for the first time and looked at her. She stared back at him, still holding his hand.

"Where am I?"

TBC.