Chapter 5

While Sara was sleeping, Grissom was remembering when and how they first meet at Harvard. He was smiling because Sara was one of his top line students. He knew she was going to get somewhere in life, and now look at her… she doesn't even know her name or what she does for a living.

"How can you tell a person she's not in school? That she's into Forensics? Thanks to me? Oh God Sara. How do I tell you?"

"Tell me what?" asked a groggy voice.

"Sara. You're awake."

"Yeah. And this headache is killing me I tell yah."

Grissom pushed to stand up. "Do you want me to get the nurse?"

She ever so slightly shook her head, trying not to make it pound any louder. "No, no I'll be fine. If I don't move." She opened her eyes to look at him. "So, you're still here… I mean, I must be one good student, uhh, for you to be here." She cringed, trying to speak, but not making any sense. Must be the drugs. "Why aren't you in class or something, instead of being here?"

Leaning forward, he looked at her. "Sara, what exactly do you remember?"

Thinking for a few minutes, she opened her eyes wide, but closed them again. "Umm, being in your Physics class-"

Grissom shook his head slowly. "No honey, that was Forensics. That was 10 years ago." He watched her look up at him with hooded eyes.

"What?" She whispered, confused. "How-" But no more words came as the strong painkillers took affect once more.

A knock at the door caught Grissom's attention.

"Can we come in?" asked Catherine.

"Sure." said Grissom.

"We thought you might like some coffee, here." She held out a plastic Starbucks cup.

"Thanks Cath. I really needed one."

"So, how she doing Gil?" asked Brass.

"I'm guessing, she's lost around 10 years of memory. She doesn't know what she does for a living, and from what I can tell, she doesn't know me. I'm going to hazard a guess that she's not going to remember any of you either. She thinks she's in Harvard still. But that was over 10 years ago!" Grissom stood, frustrated and angry.

"Easy Gil. You have to remember Sara took a hard knock. It'll come back to her." Jim calmly said.

"Yeah, I have to agree there." said Warrick. "The brain can do some weird things. Just give her time to adjust and we'll be here to help her in any way we can."

"Thanks guys." Grissom sighed, rubbing his eyes under his glasses. "Have you heard from Nick?"

"Yeah, about 20 minutes ago. He and Vartan were at the warehouse."

"Any leads yet?"

"Nope, but they're trying Gil, and you know it." said Catherine, making sure Grissom knew they were working on the case. "Nick's gonna stop by later to see Sara. You know how close they have been over the years."

"I do no that Catherine." Grissom snapped irritably.

"Look Gil, we are all shook up about this, so why don't you go home, get some sleep, and what ever you do to relax, and come back later? Because she will be in and out of consciousness all day. One of us will be here for her so she won't be alone." suggested Brass.

Grissom looked over to Sara, watching her sleep. "I think you're right. If there's any change, what so ever, please call me. I still have my phone on." Not too worried about the three in the room, and knowing they were more than just co-workers, he walked towards the bed and leaned down to place a kiss on Sara's forehead. "I'll be back later honey. Just sleep and get better."

As Grissom left the room, Warrick, Catherine and Brass exchanged both concerned and surprised looks, but noticed Grissom's head held high and a nervousness he usually had around Sara, was gone.

TBC