First off, I'd like to thank everyone for reviewing... it means a lot to me and keeps me writing! Also, I am a person who loves chapter titles, but when I finally get around to writing my own story I can't think of any! It makes me sad. So I would just like to apologies for not having them. Now for our feature presentation.
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"Ah, Mr. Grissom- I thought you had been discharged earlier today." It was Renée the nurse he had paged earlier asking for information about Sara… and Greg. He was talking to her now for a similar purpose.

"Yes, just a little while ago. I was just wondering if you could tell me where I could find Sara Sidle." …preferably happy and healthy.

"Oh, I'm sorry sir. She isn't allowed visitors at the moment." The nurse was wearing an expression that didn't exactly raise Gil's spirits.

"Thank you. Well…" Gil trialed off. Should I ask about her condition, do I want to know? Yes, I have to know. "… Can you tell me how she's doing?"

"She is currently unconscious, but that is all I can tell you right now, her doctor should come by shortly, he may be able to tell you more."

Grissom thanked the nurse and sat down in the waiting area.

Unconscious, that doesn't sound good. I never lost consciousness, nor did Greg. Wait the poison of the blister beetle shouldn't cause loss of consciousness. What's going on here!

His thoughts raced in a panicked fashion, but his face remained forcefully expressionless. Usually he didn't have much of a problem not showing facial expressions, all his life he had had difficulties showing proper facial expression for situations, so he had become accustom to keeping blank, unreadable faces. Strangely when it came to Sara, doing that seemed so much harder.

His thoughts slowly drifted to the last time he was at Desert Palms. He had been investigating the death of a nurse named Debbie and her boy friend. Just thinking about it gave him the chills, and there aren't many things that can do that to him.

She looked so much like Sara, his mind swarmed with memories from the case. They had failed to find the murderer, though Grissom had a fairly good idea of who it was.

Grissom closed his eyes. Relax Gil, just relax, it wasn't Sara, no matter how much they resembled each other. Nothing happened to her… then. Oh, God she's somewhere in here, lying unconscious in a hospital bed, and I'm out here thinking about a case that was over a year ago! What the hell is wrong with me?

He started to panic. His breathing became more and more rapid. I've seen her almost every day for the past, what, five years? What happens if I wake up one day and she's not there any more? Could I deal? God knows I love her…

At that last declaration Grissom's thoughts stopped dead. What did I just say… think… whatever. He had known it for years, so had, he suspected, most of his colleagues (despite his efforts to keep it hidden), but never in all his days had he ever admitted he loved her. He had never admitted that he loved anyone, not even to himself. Somehow the admission calmed him down. He opened his eyes again and was about to reach over and grab a medical magazine when he heard his name called.

"Mr. Grissom?" Nurse Renée had just called out to him.

"Yes?"

"I've just spoken with Miss Sidle's doctor. He can see you in a moment and give you an update on her condition." Her expression was one of pity.

"Thank you ma'am…" he considered his next question very carefully, he didn't want to be offensive, but knowing who was taking care of Sara was something very important to him. "Is he an experienced Doctor?"

"Oh, yes! One of our best!" the nurse said. "He requested Miss Sidle's case specifically actually, I thought he knew her."

"Really?" Grissom inquired. "I don't believe she knows any doctors."

"Oh, well you can ask him yourself, here he comes now."

Grissom looked up, just as Sara's doctor rounded the corner. He nearly passed out. This was not good.