Part 3

Catherine gathered up the boys and headed for Grissom's apartment. She was in shock when she opened the door to reveal the mess inside, there was broken glass, but she knew that was because Sara had to break a window to get inside. There were empty bottles everywhere, if Catherine didn't know better it looked as thought one hell of a party went bad and went bad fast.

"Whoa, what happened in here?" Warrick asked as he approached the scene.

"This is Grissom on a bender."

"I guess!" Said Nick as he approached the scene too.

"Wow, Bossman really knows how to do it, don't he!" Greg said as he approached the scene.

"Just keep your comments to yourself and help me clean it up!" Catherine said she passed the garbage bags to the boys.

Thank God it is Vegas, she thought, everything is 24 hours and with that she called the repairman to come and fix the window that Sara broke.

Sara was still crying when Grissom started to wake up. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the site before him.

"Sara" HE choked out, "What happened?" He realized he hurt and his throat was sore.

"You had to be rushed in here Gil Grissom. What were you thinking? Were you trying to kill yourself? Why were you drinking so much? Don't you listen to your own advice? I had to break your window, and good thing I did because if I didn't you would have died, DIED, do you hear me Grissom, you would have died one me!" Sara was crying uncontrollably.

"Sara, slow down, what are you talking about, start from the beginning."

"You called me Griss, you were drinking, I knew that because you never call me, besides that, all your words were slurry and stuff, then I lost you, you began to throw up and then the line went dead. I was so scared I rushed over breaking every speed law known to man. I got there and your door was locked. I looked in the window and saw you slumped there and I knew something wasn't right so I did what I could to get in, broke your window and crawled in. You were barely breathing, I was so scared, the paramedics came and brought you here, you had to have your stomach pumped, I nearly lost you Griss, you scared me to death."

Grissom started to sit up and reached for her hand.

"Lay down," she ordered him, "You had a rough night." She said offering him her hand.

"Sara," It was barely a whisper, "I am so sorry, I just got so melancholy and the drinking numbed the pain. I was so stupid. I didn't mean to do this to myself, but I probably did deserve it. Doing this to myself is not half as bad as what I have done to you over the years."

"What are you talking about Griss?"

"Us"

"What us, there is no us, is there?"

"No, but there could be, if I am not too late, or am I too late?"

"Griss, you could never be too late."