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Spoilers: Committed

A/N: Remember this what you think is the end my not be. Thanks to Cybrokat for her beta. Thanks to Dana and Kim for the advice. And of course thanks to my reviewers of last chapter, Shamlimarfox2, Sassy, Almeida'sAngel24, gabesaunt, Butterfly-of-Darkness, csishewolf, Detective Faith Boscorelli, GracefulBee, vsky, forensicsgirl, ToMyGrave (I hope I did not miss anyone.)

Chapter Five: Flashbacks and Sara

As Nick got a few feet away an uneasy feeling hit him. This only increased when he thought he heard someone called his name. He took a deep breath and turned around, "Sara, I'm…." He stopped short when he that there was nobody behind him. He shook his head and turned to leave once again. He had only taken a few steps when he heard it; and this time it was a little louder and his name was a little clearer. He got a bad feeling that something was not right. Walking back to Sara's door he felt as if he was being pulled. The uneasiness increased with every step. Now facing the apartment door, he froze. His hand trembled as he reached for the door knob. Turning it slowly, he swallowed hard. Suddenly he remembered he had locked the door. Releasing the door knob, as he searched for the key. When he found it, he brought the key back to the door. The color drained from his face, the door was slightly opened. He pushed the door open slowly. "Hello?" he called out as he pulled out his weapon. He took it up in a protective position; and took few steps in and heard his name called for the third time. Only this time it came from the bedroom. He took a step toward the bedroom only to be stopped by a hand clamping down on his shoulder.

"Nick, what the hell are you doing?" Brass said as he saw Nick turn to him with his weapon out. Nick told him what had happened. "Get the hell out until I clear the apartment." He pulled his gun and walked slowly to the bedroom. "Las Vegas police!" He carefully walked to the bedroom, taking in the scattered remains of the photos. Once in the bedroom he found only Sara. "It's clear Nick," he said as he motioned to Nick to come in. "I don't know what you heard but there is nobody here." He looked down at Sara and walked closer to the bed. "Was she liked this when you were in here before?" he pointed to the bed. When Nick nodded his head, Brass got a knot in his stomach. "Something is wrong. Gil said she has been having trouble sleeping." He sat next to her on the bed, "Sara…Sara come on wake…Shit. Nick call for a paramedic." He threw the blanket off of Sara and turned her so she was on her back. "Now Nick," He yelled when he saw Nick was standing in shock. "Sara, come on, wake up," He tapped her on her cheeks.

"Nick, what are you doing in Sara's bedroom?" Grissom asked as he walked in the apartment seeing Nick. He walked past Nick and saw Brass trying to wake Sara up.

"Oh dear God, no." He pushed Brass away from Sara. "Honey, come on, you need to wake up." He was trying so hard to keep from crying. Sara started to make a gagging sound and he quickly pulled her up. When Sara's body was ejecting the poisons from her body, he rubbed her back as he released a tear. Grissom could hear Nick saying something to him but he really didn't care at that moment. He could feel Sara slipping away from him, as her breathing started too slow even more. "No…no, no, no, Sara don't give in, you need to fight this. Fight for us, honey, please. You said you would not leave me." When he felt her take the last breath he saw the paramedics walk in. "My wife, she just stopped breathing." He cried as the paramedics moved in and Brass pried him away. "You have to save my wife, she's everything to me." His heart broke as Brass pulled him out of the bedroom.

In the living room, Brass and Nick were trying to reassure Grissom that Sara would make it. Grissom stood looking at the bedroom door, his mind drifted back to the day he finally knew what to do about this. He had just walked away from the viewing room. It had been a hard case for her and he knew it. He wanted to give her time to take it all in so he went to talk to Brass. Turing back around, he went to her and saw her wipe a tear away. He went and pulled her into a hug. From that day on they were together when they could be. He shook the memories from his mind as the paramedics rushed out of the bedroom. He heard them say they where taking her to Desert Palm, and that he couldn't go with them. "Hope you are happy Nick." He turned to face him. "I hope you and everyone else are so damn happy. You just couldn't let her be could you? Oh no, you had to get in her face. Do you see it now Nick, do see she was upset about Greg's death?" he shouted and pushed by the men. He heard Nick say something and stopped at the doorway. "Save it Nick. Just stay away from us," he screamed, and then walked out.

Warrick was helping Catherine and Lindsey clean up after the get together, when his cell phone rang. "Brown." He heard sobbing and a wave a concern hit him. "Nick, is that you…hey, calm down…what?…Why did you go to her apartment?…Okay. I will tell Cath and we well meet you there. And hey Nick, be safe on the way there alright? We have seen enough heartache to last us a lifetime…Yeah, see you there." He ended the call and went to find Catherine.

Catherine and Lindsey listened as Warrick repeated what Nick has told him. "Warrick, I don't care okay. After what she did to Greg and to the lab, why should any of us care about her?" Catherine was still angry and the way she was cleaning was a clear indication. "If you want to go fine, then go. Lindsey and I can finish here." She started to throw things around. "I still don't how you can care about her. Me, I hope she does die. That would do us all a favor." She stood at the door and watched as he walked to the car and left. She let out a sigh and closed the door to her house. She turned around and saw Lindsey standing at the by the couch with tears streaming down her face. "Linds, what's wrong baby?"

"Mom, why are you so mad at Sara?" Lindsey asked as she sat down on the couch. "I don't understand." She watched her mom sit down next to her. "Are you mad at her because you can't be mad at the kids that killed Greg?" She turned to her mother, "Sara was hurt to. It isn't her fault that she survived. Maybe that's why she just tried to kill herself. Maybe she just feels so guilty and the hurt is over taking her, she didn't know how else to stop it." She fell silent for a moment. "Mom please don't me mad at Sara anymore. The car accident wasn't her fault. I thought you knew that. And Sara is hurting. I think she just doesn't know how to deal with all her emotions. Now she might die, and you don't seem to care. It's like you wished she would've died and not Greg. Like her life is worth less than what his was." She couldn't go on any more and just broke down even more.

Catherine pulled Lindsey into a hug. "How did you get so smart, huh?" She kissed her on the top of her head. "Of course I don't want Sara to die and I'm glad she survived. I guess I have been a bit…no, I have been too hard on her." She rubbed her daughter's back. "Hey, why don't we go to the hospital and see how Sara is doing?" They both got up and left to go to the hospital.

At the hospital, Grissom sat and watched Brass, Nick and Warrick talk. He thought back to the first time he had kissed Sara. It was their third date, and he could remember the way she looked. She was waiting for him at the park. The moonlight cast a shadow on her that was irresistible. She was wearing a pair of black hip huggers and a purple spaghetti strapped top. He walked over to her and hugged her. He ran his fingers through her soft curls. He remembered giving her a white rose and the way it made her smile. He leaned in and brushed his lips against hers. The kiss was lovely, just how he imagined it.

His memory faded away as Brass sat down next to him. Brass didn't know how to ask him about what was said in Sara's bedroom. He heard the word's he asked to him and he realized he blew the secret. "When I first asked her to marry me she said no. She didn't know why we needed a piece of paper to say what we already knew. We had bought a house you see. But one day she told me she would." He didn't know what to feel anymore. "We didn't want anyone to know about the marriage, so we hid it from everyone. The night of the accident we were going to pack her apartment up. Her lease is up at the end of next month and we just wanted things to go smoothly." He looked up and saw Catherine and Lindsey enter the waiting room and walk over to him.ok

Nick and Warrick watched as Catherine sat and talked to Grissom. Her hand gestures and body language told them she was apologizing to Grissom. Nick turned back to Warrick, "I'm telling you, I know I heard someone in that apartment." He banged his fist against the back on a chair. "You know, if I didn't know better I would say the voice I heard was Greg." He saw the look that Warrick was giving him. "I know it sounds crazy, but I could feel Greg there. Maybe he was in some way."

Before Warrick could respond, the waiting room door opened and in walked a doctor. "You all Sara Sidle's family?" He asked looking around the room. They all answered in the affirmative. The doctor gave them an odd look, and then took a deep breath as they all walked up towards him. He removed his glasses looked at Grissom who was now standing in front of him.

"Please, my wife, how is she?" Grissom could feel everyone's eyes on him. He didn't care anymore what they all thought about him and Sara not just seeing each other; but being married. "Tell me she is going to live, that she is fine. Please, she just has to be."

The doctor frowned at him. His eyes closed and his head went down is a slight shake. "Maybe you should sit down, sir." He didn't think this going to be easy and when they all refused to sit; he knew they would all take what he was going to tell them hard. He looked at them all again. He licked his lips and cleared his throat. "Well..."

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