Author's note: It's a Friday night, I'm bored to death, and then I remember, hey! I've got a chapter of "Stuck" I've been meaning to post!! So, lol, here it is! Please, enjoy!

Dedication: Let's see… this chapter is dedicated to a cute boy in my 3rd hour. I cannot reveal his name for "security reasons" and because, as of late, a few of my friends from school have started reading my fics. So… here's to the cute boy in third hour!!

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One Week Later…

A day after Sara had woken up, she had been moved out of ICU and into a regular room on the third floor. This one was painted a faded pink, and had a window that faced the east. In the morning, the bright Vegas sun would shine in through the dusty glass, and the image it created never ceased to take Grissom's breath away. The morning rays gently caressing the fading bruises on Sara's soft cheeks, the way it glowed in her hair. He had always smiled as he hesitantly sat down in her room. After a long night of dead bodies and crime scenes, to see her alive and breathing… that was beauty enough for him.

Now, though, the room was silent and he was alone.

The nurses had just left with Sara in her wheelchair. Another round of X-rays awaited her. As soon as the young women had stepped in, Sara had rolled her eyes. Once was ok, twice was annoying. Three times? That was just ridiculous.

"Sorry, Ms. Sidle, but the last few turned out blurred, too. We just want to make sure that everything is healing properly so we can get you out of here sooner."

Sara looked down at the bulky casts on her arm and legs and sighed, "If I stayed any longer I'd be planning a jail break."

Grissom chuckled along with the nurses as they nodded, and helped Sara into her wheelchair. She gave Grissom a weak smile and a shrug of her shoulders as they wheeled her out, leaving Grissom to his thoughts, which were soon interrupted by a knock on the door, followed by a familiar voice saying his name.

"Mr. Grissom?"

Grissom turned around and smiled politely at the doctor, "Hello, Dr. Peters. They just took Sara out for another X-ray. She should be back soon."

Dr. Peters nodded, "Well, that's good, but it was you I was actually hoping to catch."

"Really? What for?" Grissom asked.

"As you've probably guessed, these next few days are going to be pretty rough for Ms. Sidle, what with a cast on her arm and the ones on her legs," he paused, then added, "Mobility will be quite tough."

"I've guessed as much, yes."

The doctor continued, "Until she gets used to it, there are going to be quite a few things Sara won't be able to do, and things she can do, will be extremely difficult."

"Limited mobility can cause such problems," said Grissom, starting to catch the drift, but not voicing that.

"Yes, and that's where you come in."

Yeah, definitely caught the drift.

"I see," he said nervously.

"Ms. Sidle should have someone around the house for the next few days. Not only are things going to be hard to do, but she is going to get extremely frustrated with her inabilities. Not only that, but she could start having nightmares about her accident, post traumatic stress is common in accident victims. It would be nice to have some… support around."

Grissom smiled and nodded, "My team and I will see to it that one of us is always there. At least for the next couple days."

Dr. Peters smiled back, "Thank you. This will help her more then you know."

The voice that followed from the door started both the men as it spoke up.

"Help who?"

The nurses wheeled Sara in through the doorway and helped her ease herself onto the bed. She smiled a thank you as the nurses walked out.

"Ms. Sidle, how are you feeling?"

Sara shrugged, "Pretty good, considering."

"Good. I'll go check your X-rays and see if we can't get you out of here by this afternoon."

Dr. Peters nodded at Grissom and Sara before walking out of the room. Sara smiled at Grissom.

"Going home," he said quietly.

"Yeah," Sara mumbled, "Going home."

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Coming home was bittersweet for Sara. It was better then the hospital, sure, but Sara couldn't help but re-evaluate her actions as Grissom wheeled her over the threshold and into her dark apartment. It had never been easy for Sara to trust other people, but now, after her accident, she was forced to rely on their help, no matter how hard that was. What made it even more difficult, though, was the fact that it was Grissom, and her subconscious couldn't help but wonder if, while in his "capable" hands, he didn't, at some point, plan on pushing her down a flight of stairs to be rid of her for good.

"Home sweet home," Sara mumbled under her breath as she bit her bottom lip and reached over to the light switch on the wall.

"Must feel good," said Grissom as he shut the door.

Sara looked over her shoulder at him and shrugged, "Kind of."

Grissom frowned, "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing. Don't worry about it."

Sara lowered her hands to the wheels on her wheelchair and tried to roll herself across the room. The cast got in the way, though, catching the wheel and jerking forward. Sara cursed under her breath as Grissom grabbed the back of the chair and wheeled her into the living room.

"You ok?" he asked.

"I'm fine."

"Oh… ok. Well, uh, the doctor said to take one of these as soon as you got home," said Grissom, pulling an orange prescription bottle out of his jacket pocket, "As soon as you do, go straight to bed, no questions asked."

Sara sighed and rolled her eyes, "Griss, I'm not even tired."

"Oh, but you will be," Grissom said with a smirk.

Sara groaned and reached behind her, "Gimme those," she said, snatching the bottle from Grissom's hand.

"So, you go take those and go to bed. I'll uh, pop in a movie or read a magazine or something."

"You don't have to stay here," said Sara, almost panicky.

"Yes, I do; at least until Catherine gets here. Dr. Peters said someone should keep an eye on you for the next couple of days."

Sara's jaw dropped and her eyes went wide. Grissom immediately regretted telling her that, "What? Why? I'm able to take care of myself!"

"I know that," Grissom reassured her calmly, "but you've got a broken arm, you're in a wheelchair because of your legs, and this medicine is going to make you extremely drowsy. It's just for a couple of days, until you get used to things. After that, it's only a few weeks before they put you on crutches."

"What about work? When can I go back?"

Grissom sighed, "Two weeks… but lab and paperwork only. And until your broken leg heals, you won't be out in the field."

"Son of a…," Sara started, but Grissom interrupted her.

"Sara, you know it's for the best. Now, go to bed. That medicine will work fast once you take it."

Sara groaned and started moving towards her room, but stopped short of the hallway. She turned around, "Grissom?"

"Yeah?"

"You'll be here?"

Grissom nodded, "Yeah, so if you wake up and need anything, I'll be right here."

……….

Darkness. That's all there seemed to be behind her eyes these days. Wait, scratch that. That's all there seemed to be in her life period.

"Where am I?" she asked the darkness, feeling a strange sense of déjà vu.

Her voice echoed, but she couldn't see anything for it to bounce off of. She felt her legs shift nervously beneath her, unburdened by her casts. She seized the opportunity to walk around the darkness on her own. She was regaining her balance as a rush of wind knocked her over, followed by a flash of light which illuminated the space around her. An EMT was running up to her, and as soon as he reached her, he fell to his knees at her side. She stared up at him and frowned as his hands went to her shoulders, knocking her on her back.

"Quick, we need a stretcher!"

Sara struggled against the EMT's hands, sweat breaking out on her brow, "What the hell is going on?"

The EMT acted as if nothing was happening underneath him. He looked up at the approaching figure and in a desperate voice, yelled, "We're losing her, damn it!"

"Grissom!" Sara gasped his name, "What's going on?"

Grissom's eyes slipped closed and he shook his head, "I know, but… at least now she's not suffering."

"Grissom? Damn it, answer me!"

"Sara," he breathed, "It didn't have to end like this."

"Holy…" Sara felt herself being jerked up harshly off the ground and spun violently around to face the spot where she had just laid. She gasped, her eyes widened. Her face paled and she could taste the bile rising in her throat.

She lay on the ground, eyes wide, still-warm blood running down her torn wrists. The razor still sat in her hand, the drying blood becoming sticky on the ground surrounding her body. The EMT slowly stood and backed away. Grissom quickly followed.

' You didn't do this on purpose?'

"I didn't! I swear, it was just an accident!"

' Moriré de frío, desprovisto de esperanza y de amor…'

Sara shook her head and looked away from her body, "What are you saying?" she shouted to the air, "I can't understand you!"

'I can't understand you! What are you saying? Shut up! The only reason you're here now is because a) you couldn't finish the job and b) you just plain gave up hope.'

"Hope for what?" Sara asked.

'Hope that it'd all be over. Hope that your life would end, and so would the pain. One minute to hear his voice, one look into his eyes, skin on skin for five seconds and you threw it all away.'

"Threw what away?" Sara asked desperately.

'Do you see that body? That's you. You were supposed to die. You were always too scared to let yourself have what you really wanted. You wanted to die, but you held on. Even now, you want him. He's so close, isn't he? But you won't take that path again, will you?'

Sara could hear a scream, then felt an invisible hand on her shoulder. In the air, she could hear Grissom say her name.

"Sara!"

"Grissom?"

"Will you get it right this time?"

"Sara, wake up!"

Sara sat up in her bed, sweat dripping down her face. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness before focusing on Grissom's worried stare.

"Grissom…"

"Sara, you… you were screaming…"

"I was dead, he told me… you told them…"

Grissom rested his hands on her shoulders and looked at her, "Sara, calm down."

"You wanted me dead," she said flatly.

Grissom's eyebrows furrowed and he shook his head, "Sara, no… never."

"I was supposed to die," she said as tears started to stream down her face.

"Sara…," but all Grissom could manage was a whisper of her name. She leaned into him, and without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.

"Just… don't let me go. Please?"

Grissom nodded and pulled her closer. They stayed like that until the morning rays of the sun started to shine through the window, and slowly, Sara started to fall back to sleep.

TBC

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A.N: Just a note on the Spanish up above. That means, "I died cold, deprived of hope and love." I dunno why I felt that was appropriate for the scene, but yeah… ok, then, hope you enjoyed!