Rating: R for some language.

Spoilers: Nesting Dolls

A/N: Thanks to Lohan for letting me bounce ideas off of her. Thank you all for the kind reviews! It might seem like Greg and Grissom fighting is a little OOC, but just bear with me. They are just overprotective of their widdle Sara-poo. Hehe. I am probably one of the few that loved 'King Baby' last night and I did feel a little bad for Sophia, but I'll try not to let it affect her character in my story. Never EVER trust a Spork with an agenda. Oh FYI, incase you haven't realized, I'm an angst whore. I realized I have been spelling Sofia's name wrong this whole time, oh well I'm not gonna change it now.

"Sara!" Grissom cried out to her, lying in the passenger seat of his SUV.

"Sara, wake up, you're out of the house. Everything is fine."

"She's not responding!" Grissom yelled out to anyone who would listen.

Sara heard Grissom's voice in the distance. The low hum of activity around her made her mind race. She tried to open her eyes or move or do anything to respond to Grissom's pleas but she couldn't. She was frozen, her body refused. She heard the voices of Greg and Brass, their voices loud and brash, as if they were arguing about something. A sudden evening wind blew through the car and her body shivered. She felt her eyelashes flutter with the breeze.

"Sara?" Grissom said softly, brushing his fingers along her cheek.

"Come on sweetie."

"Grissom!" Greg shouted. Grissom stood up from the car and turned towards Greg who came storming towards him.

"You know what was in that house!" Greg said, getting uncomfortably close to Grissom.

"Greg calm down."

"You did this to her! You send her into that house when you knew what was in there!"

"Greg listen, I didn't know…"

"Grissom?" Sara said faintly behind the arguing men.

Greg and Grissom spun around to see Sara sitting up in the car, staring at them puzzled. They both ran to her side, bending down in front of her. Sara grabbed her head with her hand and moaned. Her head was throbbing and her mind raced with images of the crime scene. Grissom and Greg stood in front of Sara, not really knowing what to say or do.

"What are you staring at?" Sara snapped.

"I'm worried about you Sara." Greg whispered.

"We're worried about you." Grissom interjected, throwing Greg a glare.

"You should go home." Greg said.

"I'm fine!" shouted Sara, still coving her face with her hand.

"You just had an anxiety attack; I don't think you're fine." Grissom said.

"How the hell do you know what I am and what I am not?" Sara snapped.

"You think you know me. You think you get under my skin, well not anymore Grissom. You never knew me and when I opened up to you on that dreaded night and you didn't know me then either. I'm tired of reliving the past."

Sara struggled to climb down from the car. Greg brushed by a speechless Grissom and grabbed her arm helping her out of the car.

"I just want to get out of this car, out of his sight." She whispered.

Greg walked Sara back to his truck and helped her into the passenger seat. They drove off down the house lined street and out of sight. Grissom stood staring for what seemed like everlasting seconds before grabbing his cell phone and dialing Sophia's number.

"I need you at the scene."

"I'm down two CSI's. I'll explain later just come as soon as possible."

"Thanks."

Grissom closed his phone and sighed. He wanted to help Sara but she wouldn't listen to him. He wanted to protect her and yet she ignores his pleas. Sara was falling farther and farther from his grasp and it made him uneasy. Grissom waiting in his car until Sophia drive up and flagged him down.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"Sara had an incident and Greg left with her."

"They left you here at the scene to process it yourself?" She asked.

"Yeah. That's why I called you." Grissom smiled.

"Why not Catherine?" Sophia asked, following Grissom up to the house.

"She had the day off, I took her CSI's tonight. So you were the only one to call."

Sophia smiled and walked into the house. Grissom led her into the bedroom where Sara's kit was still on the ground with the fallen picture frames.

"So what happened in here?" Sophia asked, placing her kit on the floor and putting on some gloves.

"Husband murdered, the wife found him. She's out there with the daughter." Grissom said, pointing to a woman and child on the couch surrounded by police.

"Are we treating the mother as a suspect?" Sophia asked, pulling out her camera and taking pictures of the blood on the wall and the surrounding sheets.

"Yeah, we have too. We have no other suspects."

"So what happened with Sara?" Sophia asked without lifting her head.

"She uh…couldn't take the scene."

"I'm sure she's seen worse Gil."

"Well this one was different." Grissom said hesitantly.

"How?" Sophia said, now looking up at Grissom.

Grissom sighed.

"It was similar to…um…" Grissom stumbled.

"Sara's mother killed her father at a young age and it effected her and well, this is the exact scene incarnate."

Sophia gave a puzzled look to Grissom.

"Well, I'm sure she would like you telling me that." She said sarcastically.

"Let's just finish up please." He said sternly.

"I'll go talk to the mother."

Grissom nodded and took samples of the blood.

Greg looked at Sara in the passenger seat; she was silent and staring out the window. He was worried about her but at the same time he was angry at Grissom for letting her go in that house when he knew what was in there.

"Are we going back to the lab?" Greg asked.

"Not this second." Sara responded after several seconds of silence.

"Where would you like to go?"

"Anywhere but there." Sara said, smiling at Greg.

"Mrs. Troy?" Sophia said walking up to the woman on the couch.

She looked up with wet eyes and red cheeks, her arm around her daughter tightly.

"Hi, I'm Sophia Curtis with the crime lab. I'd like to ask you a few questions."

Mrs. Troy nodded.

"Go to the kitchen Julia while mommy talks to this lady."

The little girl hugged her mom and ran off into the kitchen. Sophia smiled.

"She's sweet."

"Yeah." Whispered Mrs. Troy, wiping away tears.

"So you found your husband?"

"Yes."

"When did you come home and find him?"

"Around 6:30. I had talked to him earlier that day and he was fine, he had picked up Julia from school and come home. Gosh there was blood everywhere." Mrs. Troy sobbed quietly.

Sophia noticed that there was no blood on Mrs. Troy or on her daughter; they must have changed their clothes after finding Mr. Troy.

"Do you think I could have the clothes you were in when you found your husband?"

"Um yeah. I have to go get them from the laundry room.

"That's fine, this officer will escort you." Sophia said.

"I'm done in there." Grissom said, walking up behind Sophia.

"David is coming for the body and we'll take the sheets for any evidence."

"I'm getting the clothes that the mother and the daughter were in when they found Mr. Troy."

"Good, we'll take it back to the lab and work from there." Grissom said, pointing David to the bedroom as he walked through the door.

"This is weird." Sophia said, lying out the clothes in the layout room.

"There is no blood on the mother's clothes, and yet she claimed to have found her husband."

Grissom looked up from the crime scene pictures and looked at Sophia.

"And the daughters?" He asked.

She gave him a smirk and held up the daughter's t-shirt. There were large crimson stains on the front. Grissom tilted his head and stared at the pink t-shirt.

"That's weird."

"Not unless the mother gave us bogus clothes." Sophia said, lying the shirt back down.

"Or the daughter killed her father."

"Makes me wonder about Sara." Sophia said, laughing.

Grissom shook his head. He knew he shouldn't have said anything and now he was beginning to regret trusting that woman with anything.

"What did you just say?" Sara snapped at the doorway.

Sophia and Grissom spun around to stare at Sara who was obviously angry. Sara walked over to were Sophia stood and stared her down.

"What the HELL did you just say!" Sara demanded.

"I just ah said…that I…ah." Sophia stumbled over her words.

Sara shot a look at Grissom.

"I trusted you." Sara said, tears in her eyes, anger in her voice.

"I trusted you with my life! With my past! And what do you do Grissom?"

"You tell his whore everything!" Sara screamed.

"I…" Grissom started.

"There is no use saving yourself!" Sara said!

"You really fucked this up Grissom."

"And for your information." Sara said, returning her glance towards Sophia.

"You have no right to assume anything about me. My past is my business. You have no right at all to engage, even if traitors like you, " Sara pointed a finger at Grissom, "Tell you everything I wished to stay quiet."

"You are out of control Sara!" Sophia shouted.

"First the parking lot and now this. You need to calm down." Sophia pleaded.

"You have no idea." Sara said walking up to Sophia.

Sara stared right into Sophia's eyes and didn't' flinch for one second. She almost forgot that Grissom was staring at them, his eyes wide.

"Grissom doesn't love you." Sophia said, starkly.

A lone tear ran down Sara's face and she felt her arm rise up and slap Sophia across the cheek. The sound of a hand on flesh echoing throughout the layout room and down the hallways. Grissom gasped along with other on lookers that had gathered outside. Sophia's hand flew up to her cheek and her mouth dropped in horror. Sara turned and ran out of the room and down the hallway, pushing people out of the way. Her legs moved in slow motion, the world moved fast under her feet and she felt like she would fall. She turned the corner and ran right into Greg.

"Sara what's wrong!" he called out.

"Greg, move…I have to go." Sara said, running past him and into the woman's bathroom.

She ran into a stall and dropped to the floor in front of a toilet and vomited in the porcelain bowl. Her anger and her sadness now resulting in sickness, her body just couldn't take it anymore. The sound of her sobs and convulsions echoed in the tiny bathroom. She sobbed into her hands, lying on the floor rocking back and forth.

"Sara?" Greg called into the bathroom.

"Sara!" Greg exclaimed as he rushed to the side of Sara, scooping her into his hands.

"Oh gosh Sara, I'm so sorry." Greg said rocking her back and forth. She sobbed silently into his arm, something that she was all too familiar with. There they sat on the floor of the woman's bathroom, holding each other.

"I don't know what's wrong with me." Sara cried.

"I don't know anymore…"

Sophia glanced at the onlookers through the window.

"Get back to work!" She shouted.

Grissom stood in front of her in shock. Not knowing whether to run after Sara or stay here with Sophia. She dusted off her lab coat and turned back to the clothes in front of her, playing with them nervously.

"She's not herself." Grissom said.

"Well, she really did seem herself when she slapped me across the face." Sophia said mockingly.

Before Grissom could say anything their pages went off.

"We've got a body to attend to." Sophia said, walking towards the door.

"Sophia," Grissom pleaded. "Please she's not herself."

"Doc Robbins is ready for us." She said sternly before disappearing out the door and leaving Grissom to follow her.

He was lost. He had no earthy idea what to do. Sophia had turned this into something much more complicated and he knew that Sara would be reprimanded for her actions, instigated or not. He just wished that she wouldn't breakdown completely; he didn't want to lose her. But in the moments preceding, he realized he already had.

TBC I hope you enjoyed this nice chunk of chapter.