AN: And here we go again:)

Sara heard a scream, a high pitched scream. It was her voice, she was screaming.

"Shut up," she heard someone say in a low growl. She felt a sharp pain on the side of her head and she fell silent. She looked up into Dirchy's cold hard eyes. Then she topped looking at his face because her eyes were crossed, trying to look at the gun pressed to her forehead. She didn't say anything, didn't cry, didn't scream, didn't even breath. She was too scared. She didn't see, but her heard the hammer cock back. She did see Dirchy's hand muscles tense and she knew he was about to squeeze the trigger. She shut her eyes tightly. She heard the bang go off.

Sara's eyes flew open and it took her a moment to get her thoughts in order.

'Just a dream. It was only a dream. You are safe in the hospital and nothing is going to hurt you.' Sara thought. But she couldn't stop the tears. She cried in helplessness and the shear overwhelmingness of it all. Her body shook with silent sobs.

"Sara" came a small voice. It was Tony, Sara had momentarily forgotten. He was sleeping closer to the end of the bed and crawled up to Sara. "Sara," he repeated.

Sara tried to calm her tears, but she couldn't. The little boy reached up and wiped her tears away.

"It's okay Sara," he said, resting his head on her chest and giving her a small hug. Sara knew the little boy was just repeating words of comfort. She knew it wasn't okay, that it wouldn't ever be okay, that perhaps it was never was okay. But for the moment she allowed herself to be comforted by this thought and the little boy laying next to her. Eventually the tears stopped and both fell back into uneasy dreams.

Greg was there in the morning, when Sara opened her eyes again. He smiled. He looked even more tired today. After arguing with him a for a few minute, trying to convince him to go home, Sara gave up. He could be even more stubborn then her sometimes, and anyway, she really liked having him there.

Brass came by around dinner time. She and Greg were talking, not really about anything. Sara knew he was talking to her to keep her mind off her pain and her situation, and she didn't mind. It was actually sort of working. But Brass was there to get her statement and Sara had to relive it again. All while she was telling it, and Brass was questioning her, Greg sat there. He held her hand, offering all the comfort he could and Sara was grateful for that.

"Did they tell you when you are getting released," Brass asked her. Sara nodded. They had told her earlier today.

"They're going to let me out the day after tomorrow. I have to keep my feet up for another week though." That of course meant she wasn't going to work. The thought wasn't a very happy one. She had only returned to work for a month and she was already taking another vacation.

Brass nodded and seemed to be deciding wether to tell Sara something or not. Sara caught this.

"What's up Brass," she asked curiously. She was sounding and acting much more like her old self. Brass didn't really want to mess with Sara. Though he would never admit it to anyone, Sara was a little intimidating. Well very intimidating.

"Uh... Your apartment isn't finished being processed. And for safety reasons-"

"Another protective detail," Sara said cutting him off. Brass took a breath. Greg diverted his eyes and started to stare very hard at the floor.

"Well... we were thinking of putting you protective custody. At least until we have Dirchy in custody."

Sara was shooting dagger out of her eyes. She absolutely hated being treated like the victim. A police detail was okay, but she didn't even want to think about protective custody. It was like going into witness protection.

"And who's we," she asked with as much venom in her voice as she could muster.

"Me, Gil, basically the whole lab. Sara we don't want to see you hurt. Do you have like any family or friends you could stay with?"

Sara shot Greg a look to see if he was in on this "conspiracy" Greg didn't even look up. Then she thought about where she could stay. She didn't have any family. She had a few friends in California she was still in touch with but she immediately discarded that idea. No way was she even leaving Vegas, let alone go back to California. She looked at Brass and shook her head.

"Only person I can think of is Lena, but she is a neighbor, lives right across the hall, and that pretty much defeats the entire purpose."

Brass had to nod in agreement to that one. He was deep in thought for a minute.

"What about Greg," Brass asked.

Greg," she repeated, shocked. She felt the person in question squeeze her hand lightly. It wasn't that she wouldn't consider this idea, wouldn't jump at the chance. It just surprised her that Captain Brass had suggested it.

"Or Grissom or Nick or Catherine or pretty much anyone on the night or swing shift. God, Sara we all care about you and none of us want to see you back here again."

"Alright," she said giving in. "Alright. I'll... I'll think about it, okay?"

Brass seemed satisfied with that and he left soon after. Throughout the day, the night and swing shift teams came to visit her. Even Sophia came to check up on her. But only Greg stayed.

At then end of the day, a few minutes before visiting hours were up, Sara had made up her mind. She rolled over slightly, making Tony find a better position. She faced Greg.

"You think you have enough room in your apartment for an extra person, and a little kid," Sara said with a small grin.