A/N: Alrighty, I'm giving Grissom quite a few chances to prove his love in this chapter. There is some tough stuff in here, so just be warned… also, I'm doing a romance change in here… hope people don't mind, but my mind has been changed! And this is mostly a GSR story, I hope you don't mind if other parts change a little… And I'm getting near to the end of this part of the story… there will be one more rather short part afterwards, and then I'll be all done! BTW, I'd love any ideas for a new fiction since this one will probably be complete within a month or two…

Veromuxa: well, I know… my focus for this story is Grissom and Sara! I am OBSESSED with GSR, and I wanted my first fic to be about them… if you love the Greggo, check out "Do you know the Muffin man?" It's all about Greg and Sara, pretty much. I'm sorry, and I'll try to focus more on him in the future or in another story!

Islanders-15: Thank you so much! And thanks for always being one of the first to review; it means a lot to me that you have stuck with me from my first fan fic!

Fredchester; Geez! Give me a heart attack! All I read was the first line, then I went upstairs and totally flipped out to my mom "one of the people who has given me really sweet reviews since the beginning of my story suddenly hates me and I don't know what to do, should I stop writing?" On and on… finally, half an hour later, I come down and finish reading it and feel like such a ditz! Thanks so much!

Ara Goddess of the Broken: cool fanfic name! Yeah, that would be perfect for it… but then should I rename my first part of the story? GSR ROCKS MY SOCKS!

Heather: lol, thanks!

Well, I hope everyone enjoys!

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"Catherine!" Sara called, panicking. She had been looking down at the ground when she walked away from Grissom, and it wasn't until she had been walking for about a half hour that she realized she had no idea where she was. Stumbling in her haste, Sara clutched her towel to her chest. She ran, looking around for other tents. She then realized that anyone near by would hear her shouting. Panting, she slumped onto a log, fighting tears. "Dammit." She didn't want to stay here forever, but if she kept going she could loose her way completely. Shivering, Sara waited for a moment.

"Hey there little girl." Sara gasped, then turned to see a man who was about twenty standing over her, his eyes burning with a hungry passion. "Are you lost?"

"No, please…" Sara clutched her towel tighter.

"Well, why don't you come with me?" He reached out and grabbed her arm. Sara tried to yank away, but he held fast. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you…" he grabbed her roughly on the chin and kissed her. Sara pressed her lips together, whimpering in terror. She felt frozen to the spot. Licking his lips, the man grabbed her from behind and forcefully started dragging her away.

"Let go of me!" She shrieked. She tried to hit him but he had her arms pinned to her side. "Help me!" She screamed, tears running down her face. The man threw her angrily to the ground.

"Shut up, you little whore!" He hissed, leaning over. She could smell beer on his breath.

"Please!" Sara gasped through her sobs. The man smirked at her and suddenly staggered backwards. Sara stood quickly and saw Grissom had leapt on his back and was choking him.

"Grissom!"

"Run, Sara!" Sara was frozen in place and could only watch as the man slammed Grissom into a tree. He fell to the ground, groaning. The man turned back to Sara, reaching out to grab her. Sara backed away, horrified, and he grabbed her by the neck. She tried to scream but she could hardly breathe. Suddenly, the man fell to the side, releasing Sara. She looked through her tears and saw Grissom standing with a large, bloodied rock in his hands. Sara choked on her tears and ran to Grissom. He held her close as she sobbed into his chest.

"He just grabbed me!"

"I know, sweetie, I know…"

"He was gonna…"

"You're alright now, Sara… everything is fine…" Sara gasped for breath as Grissom stroked her hair.

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She didn't know how, but soon she was back at the campground, shaking under a sleeping bag. She couldn't stop crying. She was all alone, which was normal for her, but now it was worse because it gave her time to remember. She whimpered as her memory replayed what had happened. She covered her face with her hands.

"No, no, no, no, no…"

Grissom sat outside, listening as Sara sobbed. Catherine, Nick, Warrick and Greg had all walked to the sheriffs' office to report the attempted rape. Grissom was staying to make sure Sara was okay. When she started whimpering, Grissom stood slowly and entered the tent quietly. Saras' face was twisted in pain. Grissoms' heart ached for her and he felt helpless. He lay down next to Sara and kissed the back of her head gently. She stopped crying for a moment and turned to face him.

"Oh, Grissom!" Crying again, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Grissom didn't know what to do. He held her gently and closed his eyes. It was like her pain was transferring into him. Sara looked up at him, her eyes watery and wide with confusion.

"Grissom?" He didn't respond. "Why did you do what you did?" He looked into her deep brown eyes.

"Because…" hesitant to share what he felt, he turned his head away. He could feel Saras' disappointment though, and he couldn't bear to be the cause of that. He turned back, determined to tell Sara what he was feeling in his heart.

"Because you mean everything to me. I didn't have anyone until I met you, and now I have friends and someone I care about… you. Because I would rather die than see you hurt. Because I think I…"

He couldn't say it.

"… I need you more than anything." Sara just stared into his eyes, silent. Grissom watched her face anxiously for a response. Her eyes brightened and a small smile came to her face. Relieved, Grissom moved closer and kissed her. Sara struggled at first; her lips hurt from the unwilling kiss the man in the woods had taken; then she relaxed as Grissom kissed her gently. He seemed to know she was in pain and was doing all he could to stop it. His words had barely sunken in. Sara pulled away, looking into his eyes again. Did he regret what he had said? All she could see in his eyes was love. She grabbed his curly hair and pulled him back for another kiss. They held each other like they had no one else.

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Several hours later, Grissom was kissing Saras' head repeatedly, rubbing her back to sooth her to sleep; he didn't want to last thoughts awake to be of the incident from earlier. Sara fell asleep in his embrace, smiling.

Sitting in the sheriffs' car, Catherine stared out the window, thinking. Grissom risked his life for Sara… they are so perfect… Nick and I aren't like that. Why aren't we like that? Nick kissed her neck and she turned to look at him. His eyes showed that he was scared, but his face told Catherine that he was trying to make her not worry.

"Do you think she's okay, Nick?"

"She can take anything that comes her way, Cath."

"Saras' strong," Greg said from the front seat.

"She'll be all right, especially since Grissom is there." Catherine looked at Warrick, who was grinning innocently.

"Nick? Can we switch places for a moment?" Sliding across to sit next to Warrick, she grabbed him by the front of the shirt and hissed in his ear, "Warrick, what did you see and what do you know?" Her hand was touching his skin, leaving her feeling a little light-headed for reasons she couldn't explain.

"Exactly what you saw and you know," he muttered into her ear. Catherine pulled back, amazed.

"Greg?"

"I didn't mean to!" he automatically yelped. Then, cringing, he turned and smiled at Catherine. "Yes?"

"You saw too! Nick…" He sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

"Yeah, Cath."

"They are going to kill me!"

"Yeah, but at least they're happy!" Greg said cheerily from the front. Catherine felt like she had let her friends down, even though it wasn't her fault they had seen everything.

"So, did they… do anything? I mean, they slept in the same sleeping bag, and they were swimming together with no clothes on…"

"Greg, obviously you weren't close enough to hear what they said. Both times it was just a coincidence; Saras' bag broke so they were sharing so they would both be warm. Sara just decided to go wash at the same time Grissom did."

"You're really gonna believe that, Cath?"

"Yeah, Warrick, I am!" Angrily, Catherine jammed her elbow onto the window frame. She didn't know why Warrick questioning her hurt her so deeply. Staring out the widow, Catherine tried to think.

All right, so maybe I don't really believe it… but it just seems like such a perfect relationship, forming all from accidents… and why the hell is Warrick affecting me like this?

Sighing, Catherine closed her eyes and waited to get back to the campground.

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Grissom heard a car pull up to the campsite. Moving slowly so as not to disturb the sleeping Sara, he got up and went outside. Catherine jumped out of the car and ran into his arms. Grissom hugged her, knowing she was beyond worried for Sara.

"Is she all right? Is she awake?"

"She fell asleep. She's all right now… we shouldn't wake her up just yet; she could use some rest." Catherine nodded, wide eyed, and stepped away as Nick came to hug her. Nick looked at her, his eyes full of pain, as she stood facing away from him and looking down at the ground.

"Are… you guys okay?"

"Well, Cath is mad at everyone for…" Nick hesitated.

"Yes?"

"Well, Warrick, Greggo and I kind of… saw you and Sara sleeping together and in the lake…" Grissom tried not to respond, but he could tell that his face had become red.

"Everyone saw?" Nick nodded, looking at Catherine.

"Grissom?" Grissom turned quickly and ran to Sara. Catherine listened.

"Where did you go?"

"The others are here now… it's okay."

"Don't… leave again, please. I don't want to be alone."

"It's all right, Sara. I'm not going to leave you, all right?"

"Thank you Grissom… I-"

"Shh… go back to sleep, sweetie."

Catherine felt tears come to her eyes. Grissom popped his head out of the tent and replayed what everyone already knew; he was going to stay with Sara for a few more hours. Catherine ran towards the lake.

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Catherine wasn't sure why she was feeling so sad; when she thought about how screwed up life was, Grissom and Saras' relationship seemed like an example, or something too prefect that nothing could touch, nothing could break. Sighing and rubbing her eyes, Catherine started to stand.

"Hey." She turned in surprise.
"Please don't be mad at me, Cath," Nick whispered, looking into her eyes.
"I'm not really that mad, Nicky. It's just that I really don't want anything to get in their way... you know? It's just so great. Not like us." The words were out of her mouth before she knew what she had said. Nick didn't say anything. He looked a little shocked, but he seemed to agree. Awkwardly, Catherine walked back to camp. Nick followed close behind, looking at the ground.

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"Rick," Greg jerked his head towards Catherine and Nick, who were standing away from each other, each looking deep in thought.
"So... maybe she's still mad at us." Warrick sounded a little scared. He cringed as Catherine ran forward. Prepared for the worst, Warrick closed his eyes... and Catherine kissed him on the cheek. Surprised, Warrick opened his eyes. Catherine pulled back, shocked. What the hell was that? Staring into Warricks' eyes, she saw that he looked as astounded as she did. Awkwardly, and not breaking eye contact with Warrick, Catherine kissed Greg on the cheek as well. Warrick watched and surprisingly felt a pang of jealousy. Confused, he looked away.

"Um… sorry, guys… I was just feeling a little weird…" her voice was uncharacteristically gentle sounding. Warrick didn't trust himself to look up at her face. Catherine stared at him, waiting. When he continued to look at the ground, she sighed and started to walk away.

"I'm going for a walk, guys."

"No, Cath!" Warrick yelled, reaching out to grab her arm. She tried to step away, but that only left Warrick holding her hand. She turned and he pulled her close to him. Catherine looked into his eyes. "They probably haven't found that guy yet… don't go." Sitting next to Warrick, Catherine looked at Nick, who was watching them, smiling a little.

"Catherine… can I talk to you?" Catherine stood unwillingly and followed Nick a short distance from the campsite. He turned and looked straight into her eyes.

"Nick, about what I said earlier…"

"You were right. We should just be friends, Cath… I know we can. And besides, I'd feel guilty staying with you after seeing the way he looks at you."

"Nick… what are you talking about?"

"You have feelings for him and you don't even realize it, do you?"

"You're not making sense…"

"You'll figure it out. You're a great girl, Cath. You'll get him. And… we can still be friends?"

"Of course, Nicky." Hugging him felt a little strange, but she did it anyway. When she pulled away, he was smiling.

"Race you to the campsite?"

Catherine didn't answer. She just darted off.

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She arrived first at the campsite, bright-eyed and breathless. Greg was cooking a hot dog on the fire and Warrick was lying on his back, watching the clouds. Grissom and Sara, she assumed, were still in the tent. Feeling the happiest she had all day, Catherine dropped herself beside Warrick. Her head landed on his chest and she sighed. He looked at her in surprise, and then looked back up at the sky. Catherine stared at his face, feeling her heart beating quickly.

"If you're not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way," she sang under her breath as she grabbed Warricks' hand. He squeezed her hand and she couldn't help but smile. Why didn't I ever feel this way with Nick? I liked him from the minute I first saw him… because of his looks. But we'll be better off as friends… I don't know if I've ever felt this way. Comfortable, Catherine closed her eyes.

Catherine had almost fallen asleep on Warricks' chest when she heard someone's cell phone ring. She didn't bother to open her eyes until she heard the tent flaps open. She sat up a little and saw Sara standing above her, looking a little confused about the change of whom Catherine was with, but otherwise excited.

"Guys. That was the hospital. Veronica just woke up."

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A/N: I think this is the longest chapter yet! HUZZAH! So, hope you don't mind the switch to Warrick/Catherine… I know some people might be mad, but the more I watch CSI the more I think Cath and War belong together! Also, don't forget to tell me any ideas you have for fictions! Love you all! Don't be afraid to tell me what you don't like... I can't fix it if you don't tell me!