Rating: PG

Disclaimer: Don't own CSI.

Spoilers: Nesting Dolls.

A/N: Thanks to Heathie for helping me organize my thoughts. Thanks again to all of your kind reviews, they really make me feel like I am actually writing not only for myself but for someone. I probably sound lame. R and R and tell me what you think.

"Sometimes we are all alone
Realize the things we've done
you and I both know
we've been hurt before but we'll pay the price once more"

-Price of Love, song by Client

"So how long has it been since the incident?" Dr. Destler asked.

Sara sighed.

"About a week."

"How have you been feeling this past week?"

"Pretty rundown. I finally stopped crying ever second."

"Well that is improvement."

"A friend from the lab has been visiting me. So that has been really good."

The therapist in front of her wrote something down on her pad of paper. Sara hated being questioned; even worse, she hated being questioned about personal things. It had been one week since she pulled her gun on Grissom. She didn't have any contact with the lab, except for Greg, who had told Grissom that she wouldn't be returning for a week. Greg, being the sweetheart that he was, would come by her apartment after his shift. He would sit and talk to her, eat with her, interact with her. For this, Sara was eternally grateful to have Greg as a friend.

"You go back to work today?" The doctor asked.

"Yes, right after I'm done here." Sara said, rubbing her hands together nervously.

"Well you remember what we talked about?"

"Yes." Sara said shyly.

"You have to talk to him Sara."

"I know." Sara said, fighting back tears.

"I mentioned this during the last session, but you should do something to channel your anger. Take up writing or art or something you can do to release your anger."

Sara sighed and looked at the doctor.

"If you don't, these feelings and urges are just going to get worse."

"Hey Grissom!" Nick called out.

Grissom spun around in the hallway to come face to face with Nick and his schoolboy smile. He balanced the files in his arms so he wouldn't drop them.

"Yeah Nick?"

"Sara is coming back today right?"

"She should be here any time."

"Good, it's been quiet around here without her." Nick said before passing by Grissom and walking into the break room where Warrick and Greg were sitting. Grissom opened the door to his office and jumped back when Sophia greeted him.

"Um…Good evening." He said, startled.

"Same to you." Sophia said from a chair in front of his desk.

"So Sidle is coming back tonight huh?" She asked.

"Yes."

"Are you going to talk to her?"

"Does it really matter?" Grissom snapped.

"Well yeah, I don't want her doing something stupid like pulling her gun on you again."

Grissom threw the files that were in his hand on his desk.

"Get out of my office."

Sophia shot Grissom a look of shock.

"You'll miss me when I'm gone." Sophia said as she walked out of Grissom's office.

"I doubt that." Grissom mumbled under his breath.

"Sara my girl!" Warrick called out as Sara entered the break room. Sara smiled weakly as Warrick rose up to embrace her.

"Hey there." Sara said as Warrick squeezed her tight.

"We definitely missed you." Nick said.

Truthfully, Sara didn't miss them, she didn't miss the lab and she tried to make herself believe that she didn't miss Grissom. Greg smiled at her and pulled her into a hug.

"Just breathe." Greg whispered into her ear.

Sara smiled and walked over to the coffee pot, pouring herself some coffee. She took a deep breath and waiting for Grissom to come into the break room. Sitting next to Greg she knew that Grissom would put her on a case with him. Just so he could watch out for her, try to reason with her.

Sara stirred her coffee nervously until Grissom came in. She didn't look up but she knew he was there when the room grew silent. A wave of awkwardness rushed through the room and Sara shivered. Although the CSI's weren't aware of what happened a week ago, sans Greg, they still felt the discomfort; they just couldn't put their finger on the source of it.

"Good Evening everyone." Grissom said, looking at Sara who had her face buried towards the ground.

"Welcome back…Sara." Grissom stumbled out.

Sara raised her head slowly and nodded at Grissom, quickly putting it back down. Greg reached under the table and squeezed her hand. She turned and smiled at him.

"Um…" Grissom started.

"Warrick and Nick, you've got a 419 at the Tangiers."

They nodded.

"Greg and…Sara" Grissom hesitated, staring at his files. "We've got a DB at a residence in Henderson."

"And Sophia?" Nick asked.

"She's finishing up a few things here, she'll be around if we need her." Grissom said, handing the case files to Nick.

"So, let's get this party started." Greg said, getting up.

Sara opted to ride with Greg to Henderson. She knew she couldn't last three seconds in the same car with Grissom, let alone the same room. I'm sure he felt the same way, Sara was sure of it.

"So how did your session go today?" Greg asked, following Grissom to the scene.

"It was ok. I didn't cry this time." Sara laughed.

Greg smiled at her. She sighed.

"It's going to be a long day." She said, looking out her window.

"You'll be fine." Greg said, following Grissom, as he pulled up to a white upscale home.

Sara watched as Grissom left his car and walked up to Brass. They said something to each other and Grissom looked at Sara and she quickly looked away. She climbed out of the car and followed Greg to the back for their kits. She huffed as she lifted one, over the past week forgetting how heavy it could actually be.

"What have we got Captain?" Asked Sara as she approached Grissom and Brass.

"Eager to start huh?" Brass snickered.

Sara gave him a playful glare.

"The victim is 36 year old Henry Troy, supposedly 'found' in the bedroom by his wife Linda."

Brass turned and instructed them to follow him into the house. Sara followed behind the others, observing the perimeter and the cops talking. Her eyes caught sign of a cop who was bending over into the bushes, obviously ditching his dinner into the family's ferns. She stopped and stared. Her mind blocking out memories, her mind generating new ones.

"You coming Sara?" Greg said.

She snapped out of her trance.

"Um. Yeah. Right behind you." She said walking into the house.

She followed Greg closely; she instinctively knew that this was going to be hard. Brass lead them into the bedroom where the victim was lying on the bed. His chest ravaged with stab marks and his crimson blood all over the sheets. Sara collapsed against the wall at the scene. She clawed at the wall to keep her balance. Her nostrils filled with a too familiar smell. Iron. Her chest heaved in and out as her breathing quickened. Sara grabbed her chest in pain, she couldn't breathe, she couldn't think. She heard Grissom say something about cast off. Cast off. Cast off on the walls. Red blood drops. Blood.

"Oh god." She whispered to herself. She reached out for someone, her vision clouded and her head spun; she felt her long legs wobble underneath her. She opened her mouth to speak, to call out for anyone but all that came out was dry heaves of sound.

"Greg," She tried with all her might to muster out before dropping her kit on the floor, which prompted the men in the room to turn suddenly in her direction. Sara's eyes rolled back in her head and she slid down the wall, taking a few picture frames with her

"Sara!" Grissom cried out.

"Oh god, Sara can you hear me!"

"Someone get a medic!"Grissom cried out frantically.

TBC Cliffhangers are evil. Buahaha