Since Sara's injury wasn't a life or death emergency, she was forced to sit in the waiting room. Grissom kept an arm around her and tried to comfort her while they waited. "Sara, did the sheriff touch anything on your person?" Grissom asked.

Sara looked up and raised an eyebrow at him. "Excuse me?"

Grissom was in full investigator mode. "Did the sheriff touch anything on you? He's going to try and deny this all of the way. Is there any evidence that he touched you at all?"

Sara looked down at her wrist where her watch was still wrapped around it. Grissom caught her gaze and immediately knew they had some chance of proving that the sheriff grabbed her. Sara realized that Grissom was staring at her. "Gil, you are not pulling this off of my wrist, that would hurt like hell," she stated.

Grissom seemed to be pondering what to do. He knew Sara was in pain, but it would be a little while longer before a doctor would see her. "I'm going to run out to the car and grab my kit. Don't touch that watch."

Sara shook her head. "I wasn't planning on it."

Sara groaned as Grissom walked out of the emergency room. I know Grissom wants to put him away, just like I do, but he sure has wonderful timing.

When Grissom returned, he put his kit on the chair and opened it up. After pulling on gloves, Grissom took out a pair of forceps. "Is there any way you can move your arm so I can get at the buckle of your watch?"

Sara carefully rotated her shoulder outward to reveal the buckle and band of her watch. Grissom looked up at her with concern. "Tell me if I'm hurting you."

Sara nodded and Grissom started to use the forceps to unhook the buckle. After a minute he looked up at Sara in frustration. "The swelling from your wrist has made it too tight, I can't get it off without pinching it against your skin."

Grissom went back to his kit and pulled out a pair of scissors. He carefully slid the blade between her wrist and the watch band. Grissom managed to cut the watch band and get a hold of it with his forceps. He placed the watch inside of an evidence bag and sealed it. Grissom put the bag in the top of his kit and closed it up. "I'm going to call Warrick and see if he can come get that," he spoke, gesturing to his kit.

Grissom reached toward his belt for his phone and frowned when he realized he did not have it. "Can I use your cell phone?" he asked Sara.

"Where's yours?" she asked.

"Currently in pieces on the floor of my office."

Sara raised an eyebrow but did not comment. "If you want it, you've got to grab it off of my belt, I can't reach it."

Grissom walked over to the other side of her chair and retrieved Sara's cell phone from her belt. He punched in Warrick's cell phone number and waited for him to pick up. "Brown," Warrick answered.

"Did Brass pick up the sheriff?"

"Brass has him confined to his office. He didn't want to do anything hasty where the sheriff was concerned. Since Sara's and the sheriff's stories don't match, Brass didn't want to start anything unnessesarily."

"The sheriff definitely grabbed her Warrick, and her wrist is most likely broken. I need you to come down here and pick up a piece of evidence for me."

"You have evidence?"

"Her watch, off of the wrist he grabbed. His prints should be all over it."

"Alright Griss, I'll be right there."

While they were still waiting, Sara's cell phone rang. "Grissom," he spoke.

"Nice to talk to you Sara," Brass joked.

"Jim, get on with it."

"I can't take the sheriff into custody until you guys have any evidence. We don't need a fiasco going on down here."

"Jim, he assaulted her," Grissom said, somewhat exasperated.

"I'm not doubting that, but unless you have evidence, I can't move."

"Warrick's coming to pick up Sara's watch, it might have fingerprints on it. That's what I'm hoping on anyway."

"Alright Gil, I'll get back to watching our friendly sheriff. I'll let you know if we get anything new."

"Okay Jim, thanks."

Grissom closed the cell phone and looked back at Sara. "The watch will have something Sara, we just have to wait until it gets processed."

Sara nodded and returned to waiting to be seen by a doctor.

Soon after Warrick took the evidence back to the lab, Sara was finally called back to be seen by a doctor. After x-rays, the doctors determined that her wrist was indeed dislocated, not broken. The doctors put her wrist into a brace and released her from the hospital. Grissom brought her back to the house and brought her into the bedroom to relax. Sara quickly fell asleep.

Grissom went out into the living room and tried to clear his head. The past few hours had been nerve-racking, everything had happened so fast. Before he could slip into a deep thought process, the phone rang. "Grissom," he picked up.

"Sorry for calling your house Griss, but your cell is in pieces here at the lab. I've got some bad news for you."

"Did you get the watch processed?"

"Yes, and I got two sets of prints off of it. One set is Sara's, and the other is currently unknown. They don't match anything in any of the databases."

"What!" Grissom exclaimed, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm positive."

"Get Brass to get a warrant and go take the sheriff's fingerprints. This doesn't make any sense."

"Okay Boss," Warrick said and hung up the phone.

After putting the phone back in its cradle, Grissom put his head in his hands and thought about the new information. How can someone else's prints be on her watch?

"Sheriff, I need to take your fingerprints," Warrick stated, walking into the sheriff's office.

"My prints are in the police database."

"We need another reference."

"Well, you're not taking them without a warrant."

Warrick pulled the warrant out of his back pocket and set it on the sheriff's desk. "Your hands please," Warrick stated, somewhat annoyed.

After Warrick had taken the fingerprints, he left Brass alone with the sheriff, going back to the lab to process the prints.

Although the sheriff had been uncooperative, Warrick obtained his prints and returned to the lab. After processing the fingerprints, Warrick called Grissom again. "Griss, we've got another problem," Warrick spoke when Grissom answered.

"What's that?" Grissom asked.

"The prints we took from the sheriff match the prints on Sara's watch, but they do not match the prints in the police database. So, either the sheriff provided the wrong prints in the first place or..."

"That isn't the sheriff," Grissom realized.