Author's note: Lol, another prime example of what I do during the school day. I doodle, I sleep, and I write fan fiction. So, let's not waste anytime with more words then needed and get to the story! But first…

Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to my little trumpet man Jared, who was totally cool this whole marching band season, and never lost faith that trumpets totally KICK BUTT!

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Three Days Later…

Even after three days, the hurt hadn't even begun to subside. The CSI's took turns staying with Sara in shifts, just in case she should wake up. Grissom had said he didn't want her waking up alone.

It was about two o'clock in the afternoon. Greg and Warrick sat quietly next to Sara's bed, her nightstand positioned between them. Warrick had brought a chess board, worn from all the times it had been played over the years. Both men's eyes were focused on the small pieces as Warrick waited for Greg to move.

"Come on, Greg. We've been sitting here for at least seven minutes," said Warrick, slumping even more in his seat.

"Patience, Warrick. Chess is a game of concentration and the more you bug me about time, the more time it's gonna take."

Warrick huffed and cast a glance in the direction of Sara's bed. They had taken out her respirator, sighting sings of improvement as the reason why. Her bruises were still deep, though, but they had faded a little since she had first come in.

"It's almost like they won't go away, you know?"

Warrick slowly turned back to look at the young lab rat. Greg was looking at Sara, his calm smile hiding the hint of a grimace. Warrick nodded in agreement.

"You know, nobody ever asked why I was worried about Sara the day of her… accident," said Greg, turning back to the board and quickly moving a pawn.

Warrick smiled as he studied the board, remembering when Greg had called him out of the hall to help with his 'missing person.' At the time, Greg had been the only one really worried, but it was amazing just how quickly that had changed.

"Yeah, I meant to ask you about that, but things got a little hectic."

True, things had gotten hectic, but even Warrick would be willing to admit that the thought hadn't slipped his mind. As a matter of fact, the thought of Greg freaking out that night had crossed his mind more then once in the last three days. How Greg could be so upset about Sara not being there before anyone even knew anything was wrong was downright freaky.

"What was up?" Warrick proceeded cautiously.

"Just don't laugh. It's weird, yes, but not funny," Greg paused and took a deep breath, "The previous shift I came home from work and went straight to bed. I mean, I was abnormally exhausted. I fell asleep and had this dream… no, it was more of a nightmare. I was standing on the shoulder of a road in the middle of nowhere. Then there was a rush of wind and a huge cloud of smoke. I ran towards the cloud and as soon as it started to clear I could see a car… totally smashed. I looked inside and… Sara's face turned toward me, all bloody and stuff," Greg shrugged as he turned to look at Sara again, "I just, you know, thought it meant she was emotionally hurt or something. I didn't think she'd actually get into an accident."

Warrick frowned, "Greg, there's nothing you could have done to prevent it. Even if you had been able to tell her about it…"

"She wouldn't have been on that road if I could have told her," Greg interrupted.

"It was her choice, Greg. She was on that road for her own reasons, and I'm sure that nothing you, or Nick or even Grissom could have said would have made her stay. It's no ones fault, no matter how much the three of you want to blame yourselves," Warrick stared at Greg.

"I had a dream, Nick didn't ask what was wrong, but Grissom said a lot of things that… well, that shouldn't have been said," said Greg quietly, lowering his head, "You heard them fighting too, I know you did. So, maybe this is Grissom's fault."

"Maybe it is."

Warrick and Greg's heads snapped to the doorway, only to meet Grissom's tired form. His hands were shoved in his pockets as he leaned against the doorframe. He hadn't gotten any sleep since the last time he was here, if the bags under his eyes were any indication.

"Grissom… I didn't mean…," Greg tried to explain, but Grissom raised his hand to get him to be quiet.

"It's not like that same thought hasn't passed through my mind, Greg."

Grissom walked into the room and sluped into the nearest empty chair. He cast a quick glance at Sara's still form, then looked to Greg and Warrick. He gave them a weak smile.

"How's she doing?"

"Same. Not so much as a twitch since we got here," said Warrick.

"God, if I would've known this was going to happen, I would've changed everything I said. At least then I'd know she didn't do this to herself."

"Griss, don't even think like that. Sara's a stubborn person. She'd rather put up a fight and prove you wrong then try killing herself," said Warrick.

"Yeah, and heaven knows she still had way too much to prove to you," added Greg.

Grissom shook his head, "Maybe she was trying to prove a point."

Warrick huffed, "Grissom, this was an accident. You worked the scene yourself. I know we've all checked out the evidence. Skid marks swerving to the correct side of the road, indicating she tried to correct herself. If she was bent on killing herself, why would she do that?"

"Even so, she wouldn't have been out there if I had given her the case she wanted. If I would have been smart enough to trust her judgment like I have in the past," Grissom said, his voice rising.

"You don't know that! Stop trying to make this a worse case scenario.! It was an accident, ok? Get used to it!" yelled Greg, pushing away from the nightstand.

The room was silent, Warrick glad that at least Greg had come to terms with the accident being just that; and accident. Anger, though, still hung thick in the air. Grissom looked away from Greg and over to the bed. He gasped.

"Guys… look."

Warrick and Greg turned to look, their eyes widening in astonishment as soon as they did. For the first time in days, Grissom smiled a genuine smile as he motioned to the younger men to get a nurse.

On the bed, Sara's eyes were fluttering open.

She was finally waking up.