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A/N: Thanks to my great beta, Cybrokat. Thanks to everyone who gave advise to me on this chapter, love you guys. And thank you Mrs. Grissom, GracefulBee, love2readfanfic, Fishtank-36, ToMyGrave, Jenny7059, SmallWings, gabesaunt, Detetive Faith Boscorelli, Grits, Izzy, Banana, and Sarah, (did I miss anyone?) for the reviews.

Chapter Four: Betrayal and Consequence

After the funeral everyone headed toward Catherine's house where they could unwind and have something to eat. Grissom sat on the couch next to Sara. "Sara, please eat it." Grissom begged as he placed the sandwich in her hand. "Come on, remember what the doctor said." He smiled as he watched her take a small bite. "I will be right back." He got up and kissed the top of her head.

As Warrick sat down next to Sara he noticed she took the bit of food out of her mouth. "Hey girl, you should really eat." He sighed as Sara placed the sandwich in her lap. "Sara? Hey, look at me please." He was hurt when she shook her head. "Well, Sara look, I just want to say I'm sorry for the way I have been acting." When he finally got Sara to look at him he could see the pain she was holding back. "Look I was angry at…at the situation. I didn't think you cared Greg was gone." He was left speechless as she turned her head back away from him.

"You…" Sara just wanted to get out of there. "You blame me and its okay. Really Warrick, I know if one of you were driving you would have seen it. If I would've let Greg drive…it would have been me. Everyone would have been happier if I was dead and not Greg." She needed to get away, run as fast and as far as she could. But with the shape she was in that was not going to happen. "I'm going to go outside."

Grissom and Brass watched Warrick help Sara up and out through the back. "Gil, I know you don't want to hear this, but Sara needs more help than you can give her." It upset Brass to have to say that that to Grissom; but he had to say it. He could see Sara slipping away from everything and everyone. "I know you love her, but she needs some other help. She's on the edge right now." He was stunned as Grissom pushed pass him. "Gil!" He grabbed Grissom's arm, "You need to deal with this, before it is too late."

"And what should I do, Jim? Send her away? You honestly think that will help her?" Grissom was frustrated that everyone couldn't see Sara was in pain. He could see it, why couldn't anyone else? He wasn't going to toss his feelings for her away again. "I refuse to lock her away in some hell hole because…"

"I'm not talking about locking her away." Brass interrupted. He didn't think she was that far gone. He feared she was close to it though. "She needs someone other than you to talk to. Someone, outside this whole thing. What she needs…"

"Jim, don't tell be what she needs." Grissom pushed Brass away. "Look if some of you would just stop blaming her for what happened maybe she would get better." He walked away in search for Sara.

Grissom stepped outside to see a few people crowding Sara. He could tell she was getting uncomfortable. As he got closer the hurtful words they were throwing at her, ripped his heart to shreds. 'It wasn't her fault. It wasn't!' His heart screamed. Now he knew why Sara was shut down. His eyes filled with rage as he stepped closer.

"God Sara, didn't Greg mean anything to you?" Catherine yelled at Sara while on lookers turned and, like a mob, the lab rats enclosed on her. "I didn't think your mind could be anymore clouded than before you and Grissom were together; but I was wrong, dead wrong." Her anger was in overdrive. She thought Greg meant more to Sara. Catherine didn't understand why Sara still was emotionless, even now while she yelled at her. There was still nothing. "Get it, Sara, dead. You do know it was all your fault. If you would've opened your eyes and saw that other car..." She looked over at Nick who was shaking his head at Sara, in disappointment. "How could you be so stupid? You murdered…"

"That is it!" Grissom broke up the little feeding frenzy they all had on Sara. "What is your deal Cath?" He was beyond angry about what he just heard. He didn't think there was a word in the dictionary that could describe the way he felt. "You know very damn well she is not to blame." He turned his head and saw Sara and Doc Robbins whispering. Turing back to the group he took a deep breath, "Every single one of you…" He stopped as Sara touched his shoulder and whispered in his ear. He stepped away for a moment.

"It's fine Gil." Doc said softly. "You finish up here and I will take Sara home. Anyway you will not be too far behind us anyway." He smiled at Sara. "She'll be in safe hands I promise. I'll make sure she is settled before I leave." They turned away and walked out.

"Now…" When Grissom turned back around mostly everyone had scattered, all but Catherine, Nick, Warrick, and Hodges. "Great you all ganged up on Sara but nobody can stick around to hear her side." He wanted them to all explain. To explain how they could be so cruel to Sara. They all saw the photos, how could they think for one minute Sara could have stopped it all from happening? "Explain to me." The four did not say anything. "Catherine? You seem to have a big month today care to clue me in?"

Before Catherine could comment Nick broke in. "I think everyone just needs to calm down." He stepped in between Grissom and Catherine. "We all are upset here; but yelling at each other isn't going to help. Look, we all are stressed and hurting each other will not help."

As Grissom took a deep breath to try and calm down, Warrick lost his temper. He took Nick by the collar and shoved him against the house. "What's you deal Nick? I see it, why can't you? When did we have to be either Catherine's friend or Sara's? Open your eyes Nick. Sara is our friend as well." A few people came and tried to separate him and Nick. "Damn it Nick, she turned off. How many times has she cried about things? Not this Nick. Look in her eyes, I mean really in her eyes and you can see it." He released Nick. "Be a friend Nick, the kind of friends she needs. What would you have done if she died as well?" He walked away from the gathered group, crying.

Doc pulled up to Sara's apartment building and helped Sara out of the car. As they got to the stairs, his pager went off. "DB." He looked at Sara, "I need to take this; but I will see you upstairs." He went to follow her up.

"Its fine Doc, Grissom should be here soon, thank you though." Sara walked away. When she entered her apartment she let it hit her. The rage, the hurt she was feeling was now being released. She went to the fridge and pulled out one of her beers, and she chugged it. Taking a few moments she went to her bedroom and packed a bag. She thought it was strange that Grissom had not yet arrived, so she picked up her phone and called him. "Hey, it's me. I just,...Grissom? Gris? Gil!" She was devastated when the phone went dead. She sat down on the bed. Next to the bed there was a framed photo. It was of all of them, taken the night Greg passed. The night he was no longer the crazy DNA guy, but a CSI. She slowly picked it up and ran her finger down Greg's face. She put it down and went to look through her photo albums. As she flipped through them Greg's memory started to become overwhelming, and she started to pull photos out and rip them up. She looked at the clock and it was getting late. She had now broken, she couldn't take it anymore. So she did the only thing she thought would stop all the pain. She went over and opened her purse that lay on the counter. She took out her pain killers and took a handful out and put them down. She made her way to the bathroom cabinet where she knew she still had a few sleeping pills. After finding them, she went back and placed a couple pills with her pain medication. She grabbed a two more beers out of her fridge and chugged them down along with the pills. She threw the beer and pill bottles away and went to the bedroom to lie down and wait.

Nick stood outside Sara's apartment contemplating on what he could say to her to make her forgive him for being so uncaring. After Warrick had yelled at him he began to think about it. He wished Warrick had hit him. He didn't know how he could've been so mean to Sara. He knew she was not to blame. If he would have lost her along with Greg that night he would have been lost, just as Sara was now. He couldn't imagine what Sara was feeling. He knocked on her door. To his surprise to door opened slightly. "Sara…It's Nick." He opened the door slowly. He could see the shredded remains of the photos. He bent down and picked one up. "Sara, are you here?" He looked at the photo in his hand. "Oh Sara, I should've known." He looked toward her bedroom. Standing up, he walked toward it. "Sara?" He stepped in the doorway and through the pale light that filled her room, he saw her on the bed. "Sara, are you awake?" When he got no answer, he went over and covered her up and walked out of the apartment. He closed the door and pulled his keys out. He found her apartment key and put it in the door. As he turned the key his phone rang. He told Grissom that Sara was at her place asleep. He ended the call and pulled the key from the door. Nick then turned and started to walk away.