Disclaimer: Nothing has changed in the last 6 chapters- I still don't own anything or anyone from CSI :::sigh:::

A/N: I am so sorry about the wait between chapters. I have had THE worst case of writers' block known to man. UGH. But I think I am better now. ON here we go- I hope this chapter doesn't suck TOO much.

Greg, Warrick, Brass

Grissom sat in his office staring into space. He had just gotten off the phone with Warrick. Sara had parts of her memory back. Grissom had almost leapt for joy when he heard that. But then he learned that the only parts she got back were the ones that had Nick in them. He didn't know how to respond to that so he just thanked Warrick and took up his current position.

Nick? Why Nick? What did that mean? Are they involved? Had they been seeing each other and keeping it a secret? No. They were more brother and sister types than anything else. Everyone saw, even Grissom in his paranoid state could see that.

He called Warrick back to see if Sara was awake and ready for visitors. Shift was over and he didn't much feel like going home. And he missed Sara. Not just seeing her. He missed HER. The woman in the hospital just wasn't the same. Sara had grown so much in the almost 5 years she had been in Vegas. Now, even though he could see her, something was missing.

When he got to the hospital he found Sara packing up her clothes and several get well cards into a large duffel.

"They letting you out of here today?" Grissom asked as way of greeting.

Sara turned around, a little startled.

"Gil! Hi, yeah finally. I'm dying to know what my apartment looks like."

That was another difference between this Sara and the other version of her. She called him Gil. After he had insisted that she stop calling him Dr. Grissom she simply resorted to Gil. It was a little awkward hearing it come out of her mouth.

"I thought you were going to be here for another week. Why are they discharging you today?" Grissom asked

"Well, physically I am well enough to leave today. They are going to send a nurse, umm Lily, I think, to my place twice a week to keep tabs on whatever is going on inside my head." Sara replied, still packing

"Really? That was considerate of them.

"Yeeeeahhhh, well I think that they just kind of want me out of here. See, yesterday I promised bodily harm on the next nurse who tried to shove Jell-o down my throat."

Grissom chuckled for a minute. He stopped, though, when he noticed Sara looking strangely at him.

"What?"

"This is going to sound weird, but would you mind coming home with me? I think that I'd like someone familiar with me when I go. At least someone who knows where it is."

"Uh, sure, but why not Nick? I figured that since you only remember him that you'd be the most comfortable around him."

Grissom didn't want to tell her that he'd never actually been inside her apartment. Just the threshold when he had found her. That was the first time he had ever been past the front door.

"I do remember Nick, I love him, he's my best friend but…" she paused for a long moment and began studying her shoes.

"But a lot happened in that apartment and when I'm with you I feel…" She stopped again but Grissom encouraged her to go on by softly grasping the tips of her fingers.

"I feel… safe."

Grissom was almost knocked on his ass. She felt safer with him, a middle aged, better- but still not in shape, socially inept, old man, than with Nick, a charming, young, muscular, suave guy. It made no sense. But if that's what she wanted, that's what she got.

Grissom got Sara into his car and drove most of the trip in relatively comfortable silence. He often caught Sara looking at him with a confused expression like she was trying to place him in her memories. About 5 minutes away from her home she shook her head and appeared to give up for the moment. Grissom turned on the radio and to his surprise, Pink Floyd's Another Brick in the Wall was starting. He began slightly nodding his head to the beat and Sara hummed the melody. They reached Sara's building and clambered up the 4 flights of stairs to her unit.

Sara took her key out and took a deep breath before opening the door. As she turned the knob she felt Grissom's reassuring hand on the small of her back guiding her in. The apartment looked perfect. Not a thing out of place, Grissom noted. Even the orchid, that normally would have been thrown out by the clean up team was in a new pot by the door.

"Catherine" Grissom thought "Of course she would save the plant."

Sara was just looking around, trying to take everything in. Grissom could see that her mind was working. Probably trying to reconcile what had happened that night, per Grissom's story; with her new surroundings. He saw her eyes run over the fresh plaster by the door, the couch, the window, and her bedroom door. She looked overwhelmed for just a moment before she composed herself. Grissom still stood in the threshold, not quite sure how to proceed. Sara took care of that for him by beckoning him into the kitchen area.

"Would you like something to drink? I'm sure I probably have something around here."

"Water would be great, thanks."

Sara scoured the cabinets for glasses and found a full Brita pitcher in the fridge. They talked for a while and ended up in her living room watching The Whole Nine Yards. Which they both found hysterical.

Eventually Grissom had to leave because he needed to head home to rest and change before the next shift. He made sure Sara would be okay by herself. She assured him that she would call him if she needed anything. Grissom paused at the door for a moment. He felt like he should say something or do something but he didn't quite know what that was.

Again, Sara solved the problem. She smiled broadly at him and stepped up to hug him in thanks. Grissom's arms didn't work immediately upon her embrace. He'd never been this close to her. So he stood there like an idiot with his arms at his sides. Just as she cleared her throat and began to move away, he regained control of his arms. Pulling her back to him and letting her head fall to rest on his shoulder. Her arms around his neck and his completely wrapped around her back, hands landing atop her ribs.

He could feel he even warm breaths upon his neck and his pulse increased and he felt flushed. He couldn't resist the urge to gently rub his cheek upon her hair and slowly caress her sides with his thumbs. After a few moments, he hesitantly gave the crown of her head a small kiss and pulled away. Finding it hard to meet her gaze, he murmured his goodbye and quietly slipped out the door.

After he had gone, Sara leaned up against the door and shook her head. She didn't understand it at all. He told her that they were simply friends. Well, not simply. But there wasn't a conventionally understood relationship between them. So why did she feel the way she did when she was near him? Why did is breathing speed up and his ears pink-en when she looked at him for longer than necessary? Why did she look at him for longer than necessary?

She looked to her right and saw a large orchid on a small table. The looked to be an old florists card still in the pot. She picked it up to read it and found it only said "from Grissom". Grissom, that was Gil.

"He sent me a plant? Ha, Just friends my ass."

She shook her head once again to clear her mind. If she kept up this line of thought she would surely get a headache. So she headed to her couch for some mind numbing television and a nap.

…………

Grissom's visits became a routine after every shift. Everyday he would come to her apartment. They would talk of frivolous things, watch movies and listen to music. Their tastes varied but Sara managed to get him into Josh Groban, Barenaked Ladies, and Ani DiFranco. In turn, she found she thoroughly enjoyed U2, Natalie Cole and even a little Tchaikovsky.

In 2 weeks, Sara was making progress. Grissom was there, 4 days after she came home when she realized she remembered Greg and randomly burst out laughing. Then a week later when she smacked a hand to her head and declared that she couldn't believe she was so bitchy to Warrick.

The boys were overjoyed when they found out. Greg in particular. He pretended to be indignant when Sara said she didn't remember their night of "mind blowing, earth shifting, amazing sex. Then of course he offered to do her a huge service by giving a repeat performance. This of course earned him a smack upside the head by Warrick.

The doctors were still confused as hell. They had never had a case of amnesia quite like this. They were fascinated.

Catherine and Brass just took it all in quietly. Seeing as she didn't "know" them yet, they thought it best to simply remain low profile.

Grissom was full of conflicting feelings. He was truly glad that her memory was returning but was a little hurt she still did not recall him before the attack. Especially with all the time they had been spending together recently.

The search for Chase Gregory was not going very well either. Brass had an All Points Bulletin put out the night of the attack. It had been 2 weeks and nothing yet. He also had not made any other attempts to contact Sara. Wherever Chase was, he wasn't leaving anytime soon.

It had been 18 days since Sara was attacked. The police still couldn't find Chase but Sara was doing better everyday. She was finally off the prescription pain killer and she was down to just Tylenol. She could walk with only a whisper of a limp and her bruises were fading quickly. Grissom even let her visit the lab after shift that day. He left an hour before shift was over to go pick her up. The whole ride, Sara wore a tiny knowing smile that made him wonder, but he didn't ask.

They got to the lab and he walked slowly around with Sara, reintroducing her with everyone and all the rooms. He saw her wince a touch when she walked past Greg's lab. But as soon as it was there it was gone again. Making him wonder if he actually saw it. Just then, they saw Brass walking down the hall towards them. Sara regained her wicked smile as he approached. He said hi to Grissom as he came to a stop in front of them. He then looked at Sara, unsure how to act. Sara just smiled and piped up brightly.

"Hi Brass. How are you?"

"I'm doing okay kiddo. It's a slow night so I figured I'd hang out in the lab. The air conditioning works better here than back at the station."

Sara chuckled with him and nodded.

"Yeah, so um, how's Ellie? Talk to her lately?"

"I have actually, she's doing great. Much better than when you…wait, how'd you know about her?"

Brass looked to Grissom. He just shook his head in response to the silent question of if he had told her. Realization hit and they both spun back to look at Sara, who was now grinning like the Cheshire cat.

"What's my name?"

"Jim Brass, well James really,"

"Occupation?"

"Homicide detective, LVPD, formerly supervisor of the CSI night shift."

"Where am I from?"

"Jersey, but really that one's obvious."

Brass just smiled and pulled Sara into a big bear hug and even spun her around once. Causing her to lapse into a fit of uncharacteristic giggles. Grissom quickly decided that a Sara Sidle giggle was the most beautiful sound in the world.

"Come on, this calls for coffee- the good stuff. Let's go steal some of Greg's stash." Brass said

Sara nodded and turned to face Grissom

"Are you coming Gil?"

"I'll be right there, I need to stop in my office for a minute." He supplied

He turned and headed straight for his office. Once there he dropped into his chair and cradled his head in his hands. After a few moments he heard someone enter. He knew it was Catherine by the distinctive heel- clicking sounds on the floor.

"I heard the news. I guess it's down to us huh? We're the ones that pissed her off the most." Catherine said with a smile

"Yeah." Grissom sighed heavily "I don't really wonder which one of us will be next either."

He looked up suddenly

"You know what? Screw it. I don't think I want Sara to remember me at all."

TBC- Feel free to feedback me

WHAT WAS WITH THAT SCENE IN THURSDAY'S SHOW??? AHHHHH!!! WHY DIDN'T SHE LET HIM TALK!?!

Also- I was not paid to use any of the names: Jell-o, Pink Floyd, Brita, The Whole Nine Yards, Josh Groban, Barenaked Ladies, Ani DiFranco, U2, Natalie Cole, Tchaikovsky, or Tylenol. Although- now that I think about- that's an awful lot of free product placement. Maybe I SHOULD be getting paid.