No one said a word. Nick and Warrick stood silently in the corner of the break room while Catherine openly cried. Grissom had locked himself in his office, refusing to speak to anyone.
He'd never be able to tell her how much he loved her now. He'd never see her beautiful smile or hear her beautiful voice again. Things he'd taken for granted now seemed like the world and thw world, his world, was gone and he felt so lost and alone. He could hear Catherine's sobs nearing so he stayed as quiet and still as possible.
"Gil," she sobbed. "Gil, let me in, please."
She waited for just a moment before she attempted to punch through the heavy glass beside the door.
"Ow," she whispered, crying and craddling her quickly bruising hand.
"Cath, I'm okay," he sighed, feeling bad about her hurting herself. "I just need some time."
'Time,' he thought. 'Sara ran out of time. I didn't find her in time to save her'
Tears flowed freely from his blue eyes, now clouded with anger and sadness and regret. Suddenly he stood and flipped his desk.
"Gil!," Catherine screamed from just outside the door. Despite her injured hand, she banged on the door violently as the sounds of smashing glass and thrown furniture could be heard from within the office. Greg, who had been hiding in an empty room, quickly rushed out to hold her back so she wouldn't hurt herself anymore.
"Let me go!," she shrieked, clawing at his arms. "He's going to hurt himself. Gil!!"
The crashing stopped abruptly and sobbing could be heard from within the office. Catherine stopped thrashing around in Greg's arms. She fell limp, crying on his chest as he smoothed her blonde hair away from her face.
The labs were silent with the exception of Grissom and Catherine's crying. The world seemed to stop and time seemed to stand still. Sara Sidle was dead and no one knew how to react.
"Amanda," the man's voice was gentle, coaxing her from a deep sleep. She stirred slightly, opening he eyes and looking at the man gently shaking her.
"Huh?," was all she managed to get out before her eyes shut again. He was talking to her, but she didn't recognize him and her name was not Amanda. Or was it? What was her name? Her head felt like someone had hit her with a truck. Her eyes fluttered open and stared at the man talking to her.
"Good morning, Amanda," he cooed. Her face held a puzzled expression. "That's one hel of a fall you had."
"Where am I?," she whispered hoarsly. "Who are you?"
He held her down as she struggled to find her feet.
"Calm down. baby," he said. "It's me, Mike. You're home."
"Please don't hurt me," she pleaded, trying to squirm from his grip. He realeased her and slowly backed away.
"I would never hurt you in any way. See that ring on your finger? I want to marry you not kill you."
"Marry me?"
"Yes, baby."
"Who am I?"
Michael Yurdi was a patient man. He sighed and made eye contact with her.
"Your name is Amanda Peters," he remarked, speaking slowly so he wouldn't overwhelm her. "You're twenty-six and you live her, in Las Vegas, with me. Teo days ago you fell down the stairs. I had the doctor come here to see you. He said you'd be fine, but he did warn me you may have some short term memory loss."
She blinked her eyes. She couldn't remember him and she couldn't imagine living in a house so untidy.
"My head hurts," she whispered after silently wheighing the story in her head. She gave into it and allowed him to cradle her. He twined her soft brown hair around his finger as she drifted off once more.
He'd never be able to tell her how much he loved her now. He'd never see her beautiful smile or hear her beautiful voice again. Things he'd taken for granted now seemed like the world and thw world, his world, was gone and he felt so lost and alone. He could hear Catherine's sobs nearing so he stayed as quiet and still as possible.
"Gil," she sobbed. "Gil, let me in, please."
She waited for just a moment before she attempted to punch through the heavy glass beside the door.
"Ow," she whispered, crying and craddling her quickly bruising hand.
"Cath, I'm okay," he sighed, feeling bad about her hurting herself. "I just need some time."
'Time,' he thought. 'Sara ran out of time. I didn't find her in time to save her'
Tears flowed freely from his blue eyes, now clouded with anger and sadness and regret. Suddenly he stood and flipped his desk.
"Gil!," Catherine screamed from just outside the door. Despite her injured hand, she banged on the door violently as the sounds of smashing glass and thrown furniture could be heard from within the office. Greg, who had been hiding in an empty room, quickly rushed out to hold her back so she wouldn't hurt herself anymore.
"Let me go!," she shrieked, clawing at his arms. "He's going to hurt himself. Gil!!"
The crashing stopped abruptly and sobbing could be heard from within the office. Catherine stopped thrashing around in Greg's arms. She fell limp, crying on his chest as he smoothed her blonde hair away from her face.
The labs were silent with the exception of Grissom and Catherine's crying. The world seemed to stop and time seemed to stand still. Sara Sidle was dead and no one knew how to react.
"Amanda," the man's voice was gentle, coaxing her from a deep sleep. She stirred slightly, opening he eyes and looking at the man gently shaking her.
"Huh?," was all she managed to get out before her eyes shut again. He was talking to her, but she didn't recognize him and her name was not Amanda. Or was it? What was her name? Her head felt like someone had hit her with a truck. Her eyes fluttered open and stared at the man talking to her.
"Good morning, Amanda," he cooed. Her face held a puzzled expression. "That's one hel of a fall you had."
"Where am I?," she whispered hoarsly. "Who are you?"
He held her down as she struggled to find her feet.
"Calm down. baby," he said. "It's me, Mike. You're home."
"Please don't hurt me," she pleaded, trying to squirm from his grip. He realeased her and slowly backed away.
"I would never hurt you in any way. See that ring on your finger? I want to marry you not kill you."
"Marry me?"
"Yes, baby."
"Who am I?"
Michael Yurdi was a patient man. He sighed and made eye contact with her.
"Your name is Amanda Peters," he remarked, speaking slowly so he wouldn't overwhelm her. "You're twenty-six and you live her, in Las Vegas, with me. Teo days ago you fell down the stairs. I had the doctor come here to see you. He said you'd be fine, but he did warn me you may have some short term memory loss."
She blinked her eyes. She couldn't remember him and she couldn't imagine living in a house so untidy.
"My head hurts," she whispered after silently wheighing the story in her head. She gave into it and allowed him to cradle her. He twined her soft brown hair around his finger as she drifted off once more.