I didn't mean to do it.

Honestly, I can't even be sure I did it. I don't remember. Likely story, right?

That's what I'd be thinking if I were in your shoes.

The only thing is, I'm not.

I guess the best way to figure out what happened is to start at the beginning.

I found her sleeping in the break room again. I told her to go home, that she really needed her rest. She, uh, said that her place was being fumigated so she couldn't go back for another 48 hours.

"Come on," I said without even thinking. "You're coming to my place. My couch is probably a lot more comfortable than this one." Yeah.

She came. She, uh, had that... that look in her eye. You know, the one that says she's really questioning your motive, not really believing you said what you just said. But she still came.

When we got to my place, she commented on how little it had changed since she had last been there; I guess she meant how little I had changed. I don't know.

I made her some toast with jam. She has... had to eat.

I told her to take my room, my bed. She flat out refused. Fine, whatever. I got her some blankets and a pillow.

Then... Then I went to bed. I guess she did too.

The next thing I know, I wake up in my home office. It didn't phase me too much, I've slept walked since I was a kid. It drove my mother mad. She'd always wonder how I managed to get into my tree house night after night without ever once getting hurt.

But I guess sleepwalking is amazing like that. You can do some really crazy stuff while you're sound asleep but it's like it's the middle of the day.

I had a friend who woke up in the middle of a supermarket and had no idea how he'd gotten there only to come to find out his car was parked– perfectly straight– in the parking lot.

But at the same time, you're not supposed to wake a sleep walker. They... they can become violent.

Actually, I read this article in some journal about a man who killed his mother- and father-in-law while he was asleep. He was acquitted of their murders.

But I guess I don't really know a lot about this sort of thing.

Anyway, I got up to leave the office when I noticed I was... was covered in something wet. And sticky. I looked down.

Blood.

Everywhere.

I... I'm not even sure what happened next.

I walked into the living room, dazed. I thought it was a dream. A horrible dream.

There she was. Sprawled.

Lifeless.

Horribly bloody.

She was literally lying in a pool of blood.

There was so much of it...

I know... I know I started to panic then.

I forgot my training. I forgot first aid. I forgot everything.

I just rushed over there to... to hold her.

She was so still.

So pale.

Ah... I'm shaking. I can't even believe this.

I just cradled her head.

Just rocked her back and forth like a father singing a lullaby to put a child to sleep.

But she was already asleep.

I suddenly realized that and jumped back.

Oh, I just jumped back. Just let her fall. Just...

I looked at my hands.

Covered.

Caked.

Her blood was dripping off of my hands.

I think... I think I screamed.

That's when Catharine showed up. She'd been trying to call me all morning.

And that's... that's the last thing I remember.

Honest.

In the count of second degree murder of one Sara Sidle, we, the jury, find the defendant, Dr. Gil Grissom,

guilty.