Grissom stood there transfixed as he watched Nick hold Sara, fully aware that the young man had quite possibly saved Sara's life. He inwardly chided himself for not recognizing the signs, for not seeing that his distancing himself from her had probably helped to fuel her current state. When she'd needed a friend, none of them had been there for her. He slowly approached Nick and Sara, noting with relief that Nick had possession of both his and Sara's 40 caliber Barettas.

Nick glanced up, his face streaked with tears. His expression was full of concern and fear for Sara.

"Sara." Grissom's voice was soft. He didn't regard himself as a people person, but he cared deeply for his team, even if they didn't realize it.

She glanced up, wincing as she noticed the concern on Grissom's face. She rested her forehead on Nick's shoulder, not wanting to see disappointment on Grissom's face again; disappointment in her. Another reminder of how much of she felt like a failure.

Nick whispered gently. "Sara, let's go downstairs."

"No." Her voice caught in her throat. "I don't want anyone to see me."

"Sara, it's ok." Grissom tried to reassure her. "No one else knows what's going on."

"Yes they do. I saw you." Sara choked back a sob as she felt tears stinging her eyes again.

Nick rubbed her back. "We care about you, Sara. We all care about you. Please let us help you."

"I don't want help; I want it to stop hurting." She started to cry again burying her face in Nick's shoulder.

Nick felt his own emotions overwhelming him. "Sara, we just want to help." His voice choked in his throat as he felt himself beginning to break down. "Please let me help. Please, Sara, let me help."

"Sara, let us help you." Grissom's voice was remarkably calm. In some sense, he was afraid if he showed any emotion it would further charge the electric atmosphere of the situation.

Nick clung desperately to Sara and whispered thickly. "Please, Sara."

Her voice was the faintest of whispers. "Ok." She pulled her head back and looked at Nick. Her brow was furrowed and her expression had no confidence in it. "Please don't leave me, I'm so scared."

Her very un-Sara-like statement had both Nick and Grissom worried. Nick whispered back to her. "I won't leave you. I told you, I'm here for you. I promise."

"Whatever you need, Sara, just let us know." Grissom's voice was soft, but it was edged with regret. It was obvious that he felt guilty that he didn't recognize the telltale signs that something was wrong until it was almost too late. In fact, if it hadn't been for Nick following his gut, it would have been too late. The thought shook Grissom to the core.

Sara finally met Grissom's worried expression. "I'm sorry."

Grissom furrowed his brow. "No, Sara, I'm sorry. We should have known that something was wrong."

"Gris is right, Sara. We should have known. I'm so sorry." Nick was visibly upset.

"How could you know? I didn't tell anyone." Sara replied looking at both of them.

"Let's go downstairs." Nick's expression pleaded with her.

She looked at them both for a long moment trying to steel her courage and then nodded. "Ok."

As Nick pulled her to her feet, she clung to him. "It's gonna be ok, Sara."

Grissom stooped down and retrieved Sara's gun and at that moment, Grissom wished he possessed half of Catherine's people skills. "Nick's right, it's going to be ok."

Sara wasn't sure she believed them, but she'd promised Nick that she'd try. As the three of them walked toward the doorway that opened out onto the roof, Sara felt like bolting back to the railing. For some reason it seemed far safer than the descent back into the labyrinth of the lab. Only Nick's arm around her shoulder kept her from running. She was sure that as they made their way to Grissom's office that everyone they passed knew exactly what had transpired on the roof, even though Warrick and Catherine had been the only other ones to witness what had happened.

She sank down into a seat opposite Grissom's desk, as Nick leaned against the closed door. Grissom sat down behind his desk and studied her for a moment before he spoke. "Sara, what's going on?" His voice was gentle, but even so the question sounded harsh to her ears.

Sara couldn't meet his gaze. "I don't know if I can do this."

"Is there something we could have done? Something I could have done?" Grissom was worried.

Sara shook her head. "I don't know. I just don't know."

Nick watched her, worry marked his face.

Grissom let out a deep breath. "The department has a counselor. I'll have to find the name."

Sara shook her head and tears began to slip down her cheeks again. "I can't." There was panic in her voice.

Nick moved from the door and crouched by her side. "You need to talk to someone, Sara." His voice hitched. "You threatened to jump off a building. You need to talk to someone." He reached for her hand and gave it a squeeze.

Grissom watched how Nick talked to her. He connected with people so easily it was almost second nature to him. "Nick's right, Sara."

"You're not doing this alone. Remember that." Nick looked directly into her eyes. "I promise I'll help."

"Do you want me to call someone to take you home and stay with you?" Grissom interjected softly.

Sara looked at him with a pained expression. "There isn't anyone to call."

Nick squeezed her hand again. "I'll take her home, Gris." He glanced over at Grissom, his expression pleading with him to understand.

Grissom nodded. "Ok." He wasn't really sure what to do in this situation. He had never expected that Sara Sidle, bright and beautiful CSI, could sink so low that she'd want to take her own life. He felt immeasurably responsible and from the expression on Nick's face, he was sure that the young Texan felt the same way. In fact if he'd ask Warrick and Catherine who had reluctantly gone on to their crime scene with a promise that he would call them, that they would probably feel that they were partly to blame too.

"C'mon, Sara." Nick stood and pulled her to her feet. "Let me take you home."