A/N: Okay! Thanks to all the happy reviewers, I will now WRITE ON! Thanks, you guys! About the last chapter… sorry to Hoobastank for not giving them credit for their song… not like they're reading this anyway… but there's that. Responses to the latest reviews and ones from the last chapter of High School Days:

Miss Woozy: Thank you! I know that Catherine and Warrick have similar energies and would be perfect together, but just some little scenes with Nick and Catherine have sparked a C/N obsession for me!

Ur sista: Okay… enjoy and please don't hurt me!

LeaH: Well, truth be told, I got all caught up in the bigger romances that I completely forgot about old Greggo! Should I go back and fix that, or do you think people will understand? Thank you so much for all the compliments!

Jules524: Thanks! I hope I'm not letting you down with this so far!

Jamie L: Thank you! I know, GSR is the only way to go! Isn't it funny how Grissom/Sara, Grissom/Sofia, Greg/Sara and Greg/Sofia can ALL be represented with GSR? Nick is such an awesome and wounded character. We definitely need to know more about him! Thanks for reading!

Johnny Raincloud: Thanks for pointing that out. In my experience though, either you get into a click pretty fast or you never do. Thanks again!

NeoAthena: Thanks! Hope you like this new part!

Fredchester: Will do!

Alicat Sanders: Thank you! Hope you like this next chapter!

I do not own CSI or any of its characters FOR THE REST OF THE STORY! If I win the lotto and this changes, I will inform you, but for the WHOLE story… I do not own CSI.

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Sara was in her bed, trying to make herself sleep. Every emotion was still crashing around in her, making it difficult for her to do anything but get long to get out of the house. Unfortunately, Sara knew that if she went out her bedroom door, it would wake her parents up and she would never hear the end of it. So she just huddled underneath her blankets, hugging her knees to her chest. It was nearly 4 AM, so Sara knew there wasn't much she could do about all her excitement. She was contemplating trying to escape from the house anyway when she heard someone call her name. She sat up, alert.

"Sara!" Someone hissed from outside. She slowly slid out from under her covers and went to the window. She looked down and saw a group of people, their faces shadowed in the darkness. She opened her window a crack and stuck her head out.

"Who are you?" she called quietly.

"Are you crazy? It's Catherine and everyone else. Come out here!" Sara laughed.

"It's 4 AM! If I open my bedroom door, my parents will hear and they'll kill me!"

"Come out the window, then!"

"Don't think you can get out of this, Sara!" Warrick called. Sara laughed again and quickly pulled on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. Opening her window all the way, Sara climbed out. Looking down on her friends, she suddenly realized how high up she actually was.

"Um, guys?" Nick stepped forward.

"Jump."

"Excuse me Nick?"

"Jump. Don't worry, I'll get you."

"Are you serious!" Sara shrieked quietly. Nick stood with arms extended. This is really stupid, Sara thought before flinging herself off the roof. She managed not to scream as she dropped quickly downwards. Sara closed her eyes in a panic, and suddenly Nicks' arms were holding her gently. Fleetingly, her mind flashed an image of Grissom holding her instead of Nick. Laughing excitedly, Sara pecked him on the cheek and stood shakily on the ground. She looked up to see how far she had really fallen and something occurred to her.

"Shit… how am I supposed to get back up there?"

"We'll work it out when we get back… now let's go!" Catherine pulled her into the group and they all started walking.

"Are we going anywhere?"

"Nope… just figured you'd need out of the house." Catherine grabbed Nicks' arm as they walked along. When Sara had seen them together and happy before the dance, she felt depressed and more confused and hurt than ever. Now, she only smiled and imagined Grissom doing the same thing with her tomorrow. Greg walked beside her.

"So, I heard that Veronica was going to try to talk you into going with her tomorrow to Santa Monica?"

"Yeah… how'd you know about that?"

"She invited me too, but I have a big chess tournament today, and since she's leaving today, it won't work. Are you going?"

"No… I figured I should stay here and sort things out."

"With Grissom?"

"Greg!" Warrick joined in the conversation.

"Yeah, Sara. What are you going to do now? I mean, you finally got him all to yourself… now what?"

"What do you mean 'finally'? I just met him three days ago! It does seem like forever, though…" Sara sighed, looking up at the stars.

"Look, Sara… Catherine might kill us for telling you this, but we just came back from 'saving' Grissom."

"What! Why didn't you take me with you?"

"Because we knew that Grissom would probably be as confused as you are happy."

"Were you right?" Sara didn't really want to know the answer, but she asked anyway. Warrick and Greg nodded at her, looking sympathetic. "Great…" Sara sighed. Greg hugged her shoulders and Sara buried her face in his jacket.

"Sara… look, everything will turn out fine, alright?" Warrick said softly, rubbing her back.

"Yeah. Sure." Pulling away, Sara sped up. "Catherine! I found your note." Catherine turned and grinned.

"Oh, that. Well, I suppose it doesn't apply anymore… Grissom doesn't make you feel like he did when you wrote all that stuff, now does he?" Sara thought she saw a flashing red light from under Catherines' coat, but she ignored it.

"I don't know what he make me feel anymore, Cath. When I'm with him, I'm happy for most of it, but when I remember that soon he'll leave, I just get all depressed and cold inside. When I'm not with him, it's easier to imagine that he cares. Only when he kissed me… I wanted it to happen, but I know now that it did happen, Grissom won't act the sane towards me… and that's probably not a good thing. I mean, Grissom is Grissom… he won't tell me how he feels… he'll probably just want to stay friends, even if he knows I want more than that… even if somewhere in his heart, he does too. I just don't know what he does to me, but it's like all the good and bad in the world combined." Sara hadn't realized she was crying until Catherine started wiping the tears from her cheeks. "It's only been three days, and already he's hurt me so much… even when he kissed me, part of me was aching because I knew that that small pleasure would probably lead to so much more pain. I wonder if three days is long enough to break a heart… no. I don't need to wonder. I know it is." Sara looked down, wiping her eyes. "Look, we should really get home. I don't want my parents waking up, and it will probably take a few tries to get me back into the house without opening my front door!" Trying her best to smile, Sara looked back up at the group. Everyone was staring worriedly at her. "Guys- I'm fine. And if I'm not, I will be. I've been through worse," Sara lied. They all started back towards Saras' house in silence.

Greg cleared his throat and then spoke.

"Is he a good kisser?"

"Greg!" Sara laughed.

"Leave it to you to disturb the peace."

"Peace, what peace, that was an awkward silence!"

"Anyway, man, why do you want to know about how Grissom kisses?"

"Nick, that's so disturbing…" They laughed all the way to Sara's house, teasing Greg about Grissom. Soon they reached her door. Her window was still wide open. Looking around, everyone tried to think of an idea. Greg had his brilliant thought first.

"Let's all make a pyramid and Sara can climb up and get into her window!" Catherine was about the protest when Sara held up her hand.

"What'd the worst that could happen?" She asked quietly.

She soon found out.

They all decided in whispers that Warrick and Nick would be on the bottom, Greg and Catherine would kneel on top of them, and then Sara would climb onto them and get onto her roof. Everything started out fine… Greg and Catherine were in their proper positions and Sara carefully climbed onto them. She stood, shaking, and accidentally dug her heel into Gregs' spine. Greg yelped and tugged Warrick's hair and elbowed Catherine in the stomach in the same motion. Warrick collapsed and brought Greg down with him and Catherine fell to the ground, which caused Nick to stand quickly to check on her. This left Sara hanging from the gutter pipe, kicking her feet and swearing profusely. Catherine, clutching her stomach, pointed up at Sara, and Nick quickly stood and grabbed her feet. Sara stepped into his hand and he brought her quickly to the ground. Sara flopped down, panting. Catherine started laughing softly, then Greg, and soon everyone was laughing as quietly as possible. Sara sat up, wiping tears from her eyes.

"Okay… nice one, Greggo." Greg was still curled up, smacking the ground and laughing hysterically. "That didn't work… anyone else got an idea?" Warrick looked around and saw a free bookcase on the sidewalk.

"We got lucky!" He called as he ran over and grabbed it. Carrying it back and grunting from the effort, Warrick propped it up against the house. Nick grabbed the bottom for support and Sara stepped onto the first shelf. It snapped in two, and she found herself once again in Nicks' arms.

"No wonder it was free!" Nick exclaimed. Sara smiled up at him, and then she sheepishly looked over at Catherine.

"Hey, as long as he's saving your life every time you get this close, I don't care." Sara smiled at her.

"Test the shelves before you step, okay Sara?" Sara nodded at Warrick and stepped gingerly onto the next shelf. Thankfully, it didn't break, so Sara stepped up. The rest of the case was fine as she was climbing. She felt it creaking as she stepped onto her roof. She turned to see it collapse to the ground.

"You sure you don't want to come back out?" Nick teased. Sara smiled at everyone.

"Thanks you guys."

"No problem. We'll always be here for you, Sara," Warrick called up, grinning at her. Sara grinned back and crawled into her room and shut the window. She watched her friends walk away, all huddled together and looking at something Catherine was holding. Sara looked at her clock. It was 6 AM. Suddenly exhausted, Sara eased into bed and almost immediately fell asleep. Grissom wasn't so lucky.

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He was still awake, despite the fact that he had been sitting in his room for about three hours now, just staring at the wall. He knew that Sara would probably call around tomorrow, and Grissom knew he would have to say no and persuade her to just be friends without hurting her more than he already had. Still planning what he would say, Grissom lay back uneasily, staring at the ceiling.

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Sara woke up to her parents screaming at each other downstairs and several ceramics chattering. Sara sat up quickly, hoping she wasn't too late to get out. She quickly got dressed, grabbed her backpack and crammed it with clothes and her purse and darted down the stairs. She peeked around the corner. Her father was shoving her mother into the wall, and Sara had learned to tell that this meant the real fighting was just about to begin. Sara bolted out the front door before anyone could notice her or the tears running down her face. Sara pulled out the school directory and walked to a pay phone. She put in fifty cents and dialed. The phone rang several times before someone picked up.

"Hello?"

"Could I please talk to Catherine?"

"Sure, may I tell her who's calling?"

"Sara Sidle."

"One moment." Sara heard some shuffling around and soon Catherine picked up the phone.

"Sara, are you crazy? I just got to bed about two hours ago!"

"Catherine," Sara squeaked, trying to hide the fact that she was crying, "I need someplace to go. Can I have your address?"

Catherines' voice immediately became soothing and calm. "Of course Sara. Rush over here, okay?" Catherine gave Sara her address and hung up. Sara sniffed and wiped her tears off her cheeks. She exited the phone booth and began walking towards Catherines' house.

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Catherine flung her door open to find a puffy-eyed Sara holding her backpack.

"Hey Cath." Catherine stepped forward and hugged her friend, who pulled back quickly. "Can we please go to your room before I totally flip out?" Sara asked, closing her eyes. Catherine quickly led Sara to her room. Sara looked around and saw clothes thrown everywhere, a huge TV and computer and a walk in closet full of clothes.

"Nice room," Sara managed before breaking down into sobs. Catherine sat her on the bed and rubbed her back while Sara cried into Catherines' pillow, her body shaking with grief. A few minutes later, Sara sat up, rubbing her eyes. Catherine turned to face her.

"Sara, did Grissom do something?"

"No! It's not Grissom… can you call the gang over here? I need something to preoccupy me."

"First you need to tell me what happened."

"My parents… fight a lot. They've been getting more and more violent… I'm afraid someone will get hurt. I don't like to be there when it happens… which is all the time." Sara laughed a little. "I'm sorry to wake you up."

"It's all right, believe me." Catherine grabbed her cell phone off of her desk. "I'll call every one now. They can get their lazy butts out of bed." She dialed Nick first; Sara could tell because of all the laughing and smiling Catherine did. She hung up, telling Sara that Nick would be right over. Then she called Warrick, who didn't put up too much of a fuss. Greg was last. Sara could only hear Catherine's side of the conversation, but it was easy to fill in the blanks.

"Hey Greg… I know, I just got to bed too… I'm calling because Sara needs everyone over here right now…just for moral support, you can go right back to sleep… we'll wake you up in time for chess… bring a sleeping bag, you whiner! See ya soon. Bye." Sara smiled at Catherine, who hugged her again.

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Soon the doorbell rang and Catherine let in Nick, who was smiling, and Warrick and Greg, who were each carrying a sleeping bag. They all stumbled down the hall, still tired. Catherine led them to her room, where Greg and Warrick immediately collapsed onto Catherines' floor and crawled into their sleeping bags. Catherine disappeared for a moment and entered again with a sleeping bag. Sara took it without any questions asked. Catherine grinned thankfully at her.

"Yeah, yeah…" Sara mumbled. "No funny stuff, though."

"Are you kidding?" Nick asked. "It's enough just to be close to her." Catherine kissed Nick gently on the lips and they lay down on the bed, Nicks' arms wrapped around Catherine, who was nuzzling her head into his chest.

"Do you know how lucky you are to have a relationship like that?" Sara raised her voice a little over Gregs' snoring.

"Yup," Catherine sighed. Sara dove into her sleeping bag. She took a deep shaky breath and Warrick reached over, half asleep, and grabbed her hand. Sara squeezed it and quickly fell asleep.

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Grissom was standing there, ignoring Sara.

"Grissom, please…" Sara was begging, tears streaming down her face.

"Leave me alone," Grissom spat venomously. Sara bowed her head and woke up. She sat up quickly, panting. Looking around, she noticed everyone was still asleep… but Gregs' sleeping bag was empty. She looked around for a clock and found a digital one. It read 11:00. Laughing at herself, Sara eased out of her sleeping bag and went to the bathroom to wash her face. Just was she was leaving, her cell phone rang. She rushed to pick it up before it woke anyone and pressed it to her ear.

"Sara Sidle," she whispered.

"Sara?"

"Greg?" Greg sounded like he had been crying. Sara was already frightened for her friend.

"Oh my god… Greg, what happened?"

"Will you come to the hospital? Just ask for room 208 on floor 3." She heard Greg choke back a sob as he hung up. Sara panicked and ran down the hall and out the front door.

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A/N: Okay, reviews please! Also, if anyone knows how old Sara was when her Mom stabbed her dad would be GREATLY appreciated!