Catherine came into the same lobby where Warrick had been to meet Sara. She smiled when she saw her friend. Then the two women hugged. Catherine gave her a small stuffed teddy bear.

"Hey, I've missed you. How's the food?" Catherine asked.

Sara laughed, "It's bad, what's with you guys. I'm locked in here, and you don't even ask about what happened first."

"We don't want to ask you something you don't want to tell us. Do you want to talk to me about it?"

"Not really, I need to talk to him about it first. Not that I don't think you guys deserve to hear it all, but…"

"You need to talk it over with him first," Catherine finished. "Trust me, I understand. If it wasn't for Lindsey I would have been in here several times when I was married to Eddie."

"I feel so stupid though. I was so upset that day, and so much happened all at once. I can't believe how selfish I was being. Being here has taught me that. I've made friends with a girl here named Maria; she feels the same way I do. If we would have just been more rational, we wouldn't have done it. Now, I'm stuck in here. I'm doing better though."

"That's good. I'm sorry about the fight we had that day, I know that it couldn't have helped you any."

"It's ok, I really overreacted to everything. That's the annoying thing about depression, it just accumulates until you think suicide is the only answer. I thought that everyone had abandoned and betrayed me, which I now realize isn't true, but I thought it was at the time."

"It's ok Sara. Trust me, I've been there too. It's human. Do you forgive him?"

"No, not really."

"I understand. I think he's planning on coming later, maybe he'll explain things to you then."

"Maybe."

They chatted for awhile, and then Catherine left. Within an hour of Catherine leaving, Sophia came. Sara decided to see her out of curiosity.

'Why is she visiting, I barely know her,' Sara thought.

When she got into the lobby, Sophia was there, looking rather uncomfortable, with another teddy bear.

"You know, if all of you guys keep bringing me things, I'll get them put into a storage place away from me?" Sara said without preamble.

"I'm sorry, it just seemed appropriate." Sophia responded apologetically.

"It's alright," Sara replied, as she accepted the gift. "Why did you come? We don't really know each other."

"You're a co-worker, and you are in a hospital. I did it to be courteous. I'm sorry if I offended you."

"It's fine, I just wasn't expecting it."

"Do you want to hear about the cases that have happened?"

"Sure," Sara answered as they took seats.

"About two weeks ago, we found a db in a hotel room, nothing new, well the vic was shot execution style. Which is uncommon."

"Interesting."

"Well, we matched the bullet to a gun, and we found the gun's owner. There was a problem though."

"What?'

"The suspect was a CIA agent. She had executed the man. She got off. But it was a very interesting case. I just hate dealing with all the interagency affairs."

"I wish I would have been there. Now I'm jealous. But since she got off, I probably wouldn't have liked it."

"No, not really, it's not true justice if someone walks. But she's CIA, so it's not like the vic was an innocent either. Apparently he was a big drug runner for a cartel in Colombia."

"Wow, that's very interesting, who worked with you on it?"

"Greg."

"He's getting a lot of experience, that's good."

So they talked about work for a couple more minutes, and then Sophia left.

The morning visiting hours ended at 11, and then the patients all ate lunch. Afterwards, they went into their group therapy sessions.

"Sara," Caroline said. "Why don't you start off today. You haven't told us much about what led you to your suicide attempt. One of the steps to recovery is sharing, and although you have improved very quickly, you still remain very secretive."

Sara didn't know what to say, she hated sharing her feelings, and she had always hated group therapy. She was amazed though, at the fact that she had already been there a month, and she had gotten away with it. She knew that she was fine now, she had worked with her psychologist in her individual sessions, and she had worked thorough everything. Now though, she had to deal with the group part, or she would never leave.

She took a deep breath, and she began. "I first met my fiancé on my twenty-fifth birthday. It was also one of my co-workers birthdays, and he invited a bunch of people over to his house to celebrate our birthdays. One of them was the man who I came to love…."

To Be Continued

Sorry, I know it's evil.

Thank you to everyone who has reviewed, I love you guys so much your comments have been so kind thank you.

Note: Sara has already been in the psych ward about a month, and I gave the estimate of another month based on the lengths friends of mine have been in mental hospitals, the stay is about 2mos. And Sara is progressing well, but you still don't know what set her off yet...I think that's all, bye.