Author's note: Hey everyone! Sorry this took awhile. We're onto the next chapter of "Stuck." It's a little more upbeat then the last few chapters, but that's only because I threw Greg into the mix! But… I'll let you read for yourself! Enjoy!

Dedication: This one is dedicated to my Grandma Norma, who has recently been diagnosed with stomach cancer. We are all praying for you grandma!

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"She's coming to…"

"Has she said anything yet?"

"How many CC's of morphine are you pushing?"

"Wait, wait, wait! Her eyes are opening again!"

Sara groaned as she tried to push away from the doctors prodding hands. Her heavy heartbeat echoed in her ears, but even through that she could hear a collective sigh of relief from the doctors. She let her eyes open, blinking once. Slowly, her pupils adjusted to the bright light of the room and weakly she scanned over the crowd of MD's standing over her.

"Hello, Ms. Sidle. How are you feeling?"

Sara blinked and licked her chapped lips. Her tongue, though, was dry. She closed her eyes as she opened her mouth to speak.

"Thirsty," she managed in a hoarse whisper.

The doctor chuckled as he reached behind him for a small cup on the nightstand. He smiled.

"Just try to take it easy. We don't need you chocking on water, not after everything you've already been through."

"Thank you," Sara mumbled as she raised her right arm.

It was heavier then she remembered. She lazily shifted her gaze down to her arm and gasped when she saw it wrapped in a cast. She was suddenly aware of the weight pinning down her legs, and looked down to see similar casts adorning both. She was aware of the throbbing headache behind her eyes already, but she reached a hand up to her hair line. She winced and pulled away as she felt the cold metal of the staples and the jolt of pain that came from touching the wound.

"It must have been a bad accident," she said as she swallowed the lump in her throat.

The doctor nodded, "Worse then you know, but, I'm sure you'd like to rest. There's no need to bombard you with all this medical mumbo jumbo as you're waking up. We'll be back in a little while, but, until then, if you need anything, just ask for Dr. Peters."

He waved to the doctors and they slowly filed out of the room. Sara laid her head back into her pillow and sighed. She hoped that morphine kicked in soon.

A soft knock on the door, though, took away her chances of falling asleep anytime soon. She turned her head towards the door and blinked once, then again as she stared at the figure in the doorway.

Grissom stood there, a small grin playing across his haggard features. He raised his hand in a half wave, then stepped into the room.

"You're up," he said as he pulled a chair up next to her bed.

"Yeah," she mumbled as she stared back at her bandaged legs.

They sat in an awkward silence, Sara studying her various wounds, Grissom studying Sara's reaction to each one. He cringed when she discovered the stitches going across her abdomen. Sara sighed as she looked back up at Grissom.

"You don't have to stay here. I'll be knocked out soon anyway."

Grissom shook his head, "I'm not leaving."

Sara huffed and settled further into the hard mattress. She ran a hand over the rough cast on her arm.

"I didn't do this on purpose," she said.

"Huh?" said Grissom.

"I didn't set out that night intending to get in that accident, or hurt myself. I… I think I fell asleep at the wheel, but this wasn't on purpose," she said as she studied her hands.

Grissom smiled and sat back in his chair, "You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear that."

"Does it?" Sara asked.

"Well, yeah. I was so scared I had lost you, and that it was my fault. If something worse would have happened… I don't know what I would have done," he said quietly.

"You, scared?" Sara said with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, of course…"

But the conversation didn't have a chance to finish. The door swung open and the exuberant frame of Greg Sanders stepped in. He took one look at the stunned Sara and a wide smile broke out on his face.

"Good morning, sunshine!" he said as he ran up to the bed, practically leaping onto Sara to give her a hug, "It's so good to see you up!"

Sara struggled to take in a breath, "Ack, yeah Greg, nice to see you too. But you know what's nicer?"

"What's that?" asked Greg, wrapping his arms tighter around her.

"Air!" managed Sara.

There was a small chuckle before the pressure lightened and Greg pulled away. He blushed and smiled.

"Sorry," he said.

"Greg, how much coffee have you had this morning?" asked Grissom.

Greg turned to Grissom and shrugged, "None. I'm running off my happiness of seeing Sara."

"Oh brother," laughed Sara.

"Greg…," said Grissom with a raised eyebrow.

"Ok, and maybe three cups of Blue Hawaiian… but that's not why I'm here! Everybody's dying to see you!," he said, turning back to Sara, "They were just waiting for you two to get done with you're lovey-dovey reunion."

Sara and Grissom's heads shot up and both yelled his name in unison.

"GREG!"

"Hey, Catherine's words, not mine. I am but a mere messenger," he said with a dramatic bow. He paused, then continued, "So, can they come in?"

Grissom turned to Sara, "Are you feeling up to it?"

Sara smiled, "If I can handle Greg, I can take anything."

Greg hopped off the bed and walked over to the door. He stuck his head out into the hallway and yelled to the CSI's waiting down the hall.

"Hey, guys, it's safe! They have their clothes back on!"

"GREG!" Sara and Grissom yelled again, eyes wide, checks turning red with embarrassment.

Greg looked back at the pair and grinned, "Sorry, couldn't resist."

TBC