A/N: Thank You for all the kind reviews. Sadly, I am making this the last chapter. Hope you enjoy.

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The morning sun shined through the window, giving the room a comfy feeling. Warrick walked in, seeing Sara lying her head on Grissom's bed with her head resting on her arms. He set the coffee down on the table that he was carrying in his hands.

He went over to Sara and shook her.

No response.

He shook her, again.

"Hmm?" After a moment Sara abruptly lifted up her head, seeing Warrick standing near.

He saw her face, her eyes were puffy and her hair was messed up. "God Sara, you look like Hell. What happened?"

She stretched out her arms before answering him. Last night was the worst night of her life.

"Last night, the young doctor came in. He said that he somehow forgot to mention to me that," She was starting to tremble. "That Grissom had blood on the back of his head. He didn't know where it came from and said that it could be serious. He's going to do a brain scan on him today to see if anything is wrong."

When she cried last night, it wasn't just that. It was everything, emotion was building up inside of her. She kept it in for too long.

Warrick nodded. "I think he's going to be fine, Sara." He half hugged her and half patted her on the shoulder. When he was done comforting her, he then walked over to the table and grabbed the coffee cups.

"Here, I brought coffee." He handed one to her and sipped his.

"Thanks, I need it." She lifted up the tab and took a sip. She turned and looked at Grissom, he was asleep. He looked ill and his face was still flustered.

She sighed and reached over and brushed back his gray hair.

She pulled back, suddenly remembering what he said to her. 'It was you'. She still didn't know what he meant by that. Was he dreaming about her and thinking she was the one that did this to him? Was it a girl that looked like her who did this to him? She wondered. A nurse came in.

"Miss. Sidle?"

Sara turned around to see her.

"Yes?"

"A phone call is for you. The person's name is Catherine Willows."

"Oh, I'll take it. Thank you."

She followed the nurse out of the room, leaving Warrick with Grissom.

"Hello?"

"Sara?"

"Yeah."

"Nick and I got our suspect."

"You did?"

"Yes. It was the security guard. Donald Reynolds."

"That's great!" Sara said happily.

News that she was glad to hear.

Catherine, on the other line, was silent for a minute.

"Cath, you still there?"

"Yeah."

Sara sensed something was wrong.

"Cath, what happened?"

"I left Nick alone. Not knowing at the time it was the security guard that did this to Grissom."

Sara waited for her to continue. When she didn't continue, she realize that she was crying.

"Cath, Nick is okay, right?"

She took a deep breath and tried to hold back the tears.

"He's okay. I was there just in time before Donald could hit Nick in the head," She paused for a minute. She was about to tell her the whole story. "He threaten to bash Nick's head with the lamp. Nick had his gun in his hands but he still kept threating him. Nick told him several times to put it down but he wouldn't listen. When he raise the lamp over his head, he was about to come down full speed but Nick saw me. With my gun in my hand, I abruptly told him to put down the weapon. To put his hands behind his head. He did and he was arrested."

"Cath, I'm sorry. I am glad that you and Nick are okay."

Cath sighed. "How's Grissom?"

"He's getting a brain scan today. The doctor found dry blood on the back of his head."

"They did?"

"Yeah."

"Nick and I didn't find any broken glass."

"Oh."

"Nick and I will go back there with Brass. To check again, maybe he hid it."

"That's a good idea."

"Okay, well. I am sure that we will swing by later. Sorry we didn't have time to visit. The case and everything."

"It's okay, I understand. See you later."

"Bye." Catherine said.

They both hung up.

Sara walked back to the room and found Warrick staring out the window.

She walked up to him as she spoke.

"Cath and Nick found the suspect. It was the security guard. His name was Donald Reynolds."

"Thank god."

"Yeah."

"I hope that bastard does some time."

"He will, Warrick."

She touched his shoulder and patted it. He turned to her and smiled. She smiled back.

They turned around when they heard footsteps approach the room.

"Hi, is Grissom ready for his scan?" The nurse asked.

She looked over at Grissom, happily, he was awake.

"Yeah."

"Okay."

Sara walked over to him as they strolled in another bed. "Grissom, everything is going to be okay. They are going to see if there is anything wrong with your head."

He stared at her. She walked away from him as two male nurses swung him onto the other bed.

"He'll be back in a couple of minutes." The nurse said.

They both nodded. She walked out.

For the first time, Warrick was going to say something about what could be wrong with Grissom.

"Sara," he paused as they walked out of the room. Going to wander around the hospital as they wait for Grissom.

"Yeah?"

"I think that everything is okay with Grissom, he is just too shock to speak. You know what I mean?"

"Yeah. Your probably right."

He nodded.

They walked by rooms that was filled with balloons, flowers, and get well cards. She cursed at herself for not thinking about that. She sighed, rubbing her face with both of her hands.

"I think you need to go home."

"I will when Grissom leaves."

He sighed. Why did she care so much about him? Then it hit him. The words she said when they first brought Grissom here. She said that she didn't want him to go, that she hadn't told him the things that she wanted to.

"You love him, don't you?" Warrick blurted out.

She looked at him and then smiled. She knew it could cause her job and life. At that moment, she was willing to risk it.

"With all my heart."

Warrick smiled. He should've known from the beginning. The way she acted when she didn't see him for a minute that night. When she said that she hadn't told him everything she wanted to. The way she held his hand, brush his hair back, and the way she talked to him. Warrick laid his arm around her shoulder as she placed her hand on his back. They walked down the hallway like best friends.

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Nick, Catherine, and Brass walked in the house. Brass walked in first, to make sure the room was secure. When it was, he called them to come in.

They both sighed when they saw the sight of what they didn't want to see, again. They wanted to do it though, they needed to do it for Grissom.

"Okay, I'll start in the kitchen." Catherine walked in as she placed her kit on the floor. She pulled on her latex gloves and started digging into the trash.

Nick walked in the bathroom, pulling on his gloves. He flipped the light up and looked in the toilet bowl and then the filter. Nothing.

When she couldn't find anything, she looked around. She spotted something on the floor by the door. She bend down to examine it. It was dirt, dry dirt.

"Nick!" Catherine shouted.

"Yeah?"

"I found something."

He walked in and bend down.

"Dirt."

"Yeah."

"What did you find?" Brass asked as he walked up behind them.

"Dirt."

Catherine stood up and opened the door.

"He could of walked in here, after he thrown away the broken glass."

Nick and Brass looked at each other. He stood up.

She walked outside, looking into the garbage can.

She opened each plastic bag but nothing was found.

Nick peered into the garbage can, he saw a tiny black shopping bag. He reached in and grabbed it from the bottom.

He untied the knot and opened it apart. He smirked as Catherine looked at him.

"Broken glass with blood on it."

Catherine sighed in relief.

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Later on that night, Grissom was placed back in his room. Catherine, Nick, and Brass were there. Warrick and Sara were still there. They all gathered around him. Sara was in the chair near Grissom's bed. They all smiled at him, knowing he's going to be okay. The doctor had told them that he was going through the trauma and might be for a couple of weeks. No harm was done to his brain. He was going to live.

Sara smiled at Grissom as her co-workers chatted to each other. She was going to tell him sooner or later, how she felt about him. She was going to go every step of the way. She reached for his hand, and patted it. During those days she stayed with him. During those hours where she had to wait. During one moment, a second chance was given.

The End.