A/N: Again- I apologize for the wait between chapters. I actually have the entire suite here all to myself so there is a lot of time for me to work on this. Anyway- I promised my friend Angela that she would appear in this story and this is her chapter. She's Lily. So sorry to anyone who is a Catherine/Warrick Shipper but promises are promises.

"Gil, What are you talking about? How can you say that? I thought you cared about her. How can-" Catherine started ranting.

"Catherine calm down! I don't mean it like that. I mean, I do, but not quite." Grissom stuttered.

"Well, what DO you mean then?"

"Cath, look at her, she's happy. I mean really happy. Laughing, smiling, joking. When was the last time you saw her like that? Not for 3 years, easily. Maybe it's just better that she doesn't remember me. She's better off that way. And we get along so well now."

Grissom looked down at his desk as he finished his thoughts. Catherine just huffed a chuckle at her friend's delusions.

"Gil, do you think she's really completely happy? She can't be. She's still missing parts of her life. They may not all be pleasant parts but they are still part of who she is. How happy do you think she could really be? Yeah, you get along now, but you got along fine before. The only reason you two aren't blissfully happy with 9 kids and a dog is because you refuse to let yourself be human. Look buddy, I watched you two before and I watch you two now. The only difference now is that the complete adoration in her eyes isn't hidden, or covered by anger for whatever argument you two are currently in. And you don't avoid looking at her, afraid she'll figure out what you oh-so-obviously feel."

Catherine had to stop here and catch her breath. Grissom was looking at her with an expression akin to awe and confusion on his face.

"What?' he asked, perplexed.

Catherine threw her arms up in defeat.

"FORGET IT!" she yelled "I give up Gil, it's all on you now. I tried, I really did, but I just give."

With that she spun on her heel and almost ran from the office. After she'd gone Grissom just shook his head.

"What was she talking about? Sara would never marry me. I'm too much of a screw up." He thought to himself resignedly "Or would she?"

Grissom sighed a large sigh and stood up to find his friends in the break room.

The next couple of days went much the same. Sara would visit after work and get herself reacquainted with the lab and the people. She still didn't remember Catherine or Grissom. A fact that he still agonized over.

Although Sara was recovering quickly, she was still prone to small dizzy spells. This of course prompted the team to take over small tasks for her. No matter how menial. This is why Warrick's legs were currently sticking out from under Sara's Denali like the Wicked with of the East from under Dorothy's house. Sara had to laugh at the notion of Warrick in red sparkly pumps.

There was a knock on Sara's door and she went to answer it. It turned out to be Lily, her nurse. Sara greeted her and invited her in. She was pretty okay physically but the doctors were going to keep sending Lily over until Sara regained all of her memories.

They were sitting in the kitchen having the tea that Catherine had brought over with a box of scones from the bakery the night before. Warrick walked into her apartment and called out to her.

"Sara? I'm done but do you have a big shirt I can borrow? Your stupid truck spit oil at me, twice."

Sara and Lily walked out to see him standing in her living room staring at the oils stains on his tank, as if that would make them disappear. He looked up and saw Sara trying to suppress a giggle and Lily staring right at his (A/N: very, VERY fine) chest. He held his ruined shirt up in a late show of modesty. After all, Sara had seen him without his shirt on at crime scenes when he lost rock paper scissors to Nick. But Lily was another story.

"Sure, Warrick, hold one." And she left to find him a shirt. Grinning all the way.

Lily and Warrick stood in the living room, neither really knowing what to say. This was the 4th time they'd met, and truth be told they had little crushes on one another. Lily turned and walked back into the kitchen. Warrick exhaled and slumped onto Sara's couch.

He heard footsteps approaching him. He looked up to see Lily standing over him with a big glass of ice water. She handed it to him and watched appreciatively as he downed it. He handed the glass back to her and smiled almost bashfully. The two kept their eyes locked for a long moment. This was the scene that Sara walked into, bearing a huge Harvard T-Shirt. She stopped at the room's threshold and cleared her throat to announce her presence.

They both immediately found other, more fascinating things to look at. Sara chucked the shirt at Warrick's head, where it flopped unceremoniously over his eyes. This caused giggles to erupt from both women, and another sigh from Warrick. Sara and lily went back in the kitchen to do Sara's 'session' and Warrick went out to clean up his tools.

An hour later they were all sitting in her living room with cold beers just laughing and talking. Sara excused herself to the bathroom and when she returned, Warrick was gathering his things and Lily had a lovely look on her face.

Warrick gave Sara a quick hug and she gave him a kiss on the cheek and thanks for fixing her car. After he'd gone, she turned to Lily, who still had that lovely look firmly in place.

"Well missy, what's that all about." Sara asked with mock accusation.

"What's what about?" Lily played the fool to perfection.

"That look on your face. And not to mention the one on Warrick's face." She shot back as she picked up the empty beer bottles.

"Oh, Well ummm, I have a date with Warrick tomorrow night." She couldn't contain the smile as she said so.

Sara just smiled along with her and brought the bottles back to the kitchen and wondered why she felt so lonely all of a sudden.

25 days after Sara's attack, Chase was nowhere to be found. It was really getting to everyone. They all knew that he was out there. Waiting for the most opportune time to strike. It wouldn't be anytime soon though. Both Sara's building and her apartment were under 24 hour surveillance. No one got in that building from any entrance without the cops knowing. A week ago, they almost accosted Sara's pizza guy. She was pretty sure she'd never see him delivering to her building again.

Sara walked back to the small table that Catherine was seated at in the lab. A game of scrabble set before them. Sara resumed her seat and picked up her tiles. It was an hour after shift but everyone was still hanging out at the lab. Whether working or relaxing after a case, as Catherine was.

Sara put down her word, 'Montana'.

Catherine gave her a look but Sara seemed preoccupied with counting the points that she got. Catherine laid down 'postal' and tallied her points. This was followed by Sara's 'stripper' and she let out a little whoop at the bonus she got for using all her tiles.

Catherine: 'murder'.

Sara: 'single'

Catherine: 'gleam'

Sara: 'mother'

Catherine: 'rotary'

Sara: 'casino'

Catherine: 'evict'

Sara put down 'Eddie' and looked up at Catherine. She could see the gears turning in the blondes head. She saw the exact moment that the light bulb went off in her mind. Catherine then jumped up from the table and pointed at Sara.

"You can't use proper names, you cheat! You're lucky I let you keep Montana. I mean really, if you are going to let me know that you remember me, then at least play by the rules!"

They both burst out laughing and hugged each other. Grissom walked in, drawn by the commotion.

"What's going on in here?" he asked

"Oh nothing that important." Catherine insisted "Oh, hey, Sara remembers me but you know, who really cares about that."

Sara swatted her arm and they laughed some more. Again Grissom decided it was the best sound in the world. Made him all the more appreciate of the fact that his surgery had worked. Then his brain registered what had just been revealed to him.

"Well that's great Sara! Excellent. I'm happy. You're doing very well. Good, then."

With that he turned and left the room with two very deflated women standing in it.

Sara turned to Catherine and asked with a small waver in her voice.

"What, did I do something wrong? Is he mad at me?"

Catherine smiled a bit and put her arm around her shoulders.

"No, you didn't do anything sweetie. I just think that he's a little upset that you don't remember him yet."

"But I try! I really try! We spend a lot of time together and I feel this connection to him but I just can't place him in my mind. I don't know what else to do. I don't want him to be upset, it's not his fault, it's mine."

Sara was nearing tears as she finished her statement. Catherine tried to explain that it wasn't her fault, that she had no control over it, but Sara just apologized and said she had to leave.

She headed straight for Grissom's office but found that he had already left. She let her head fall onto the wall as she thought about her situation. She wanted to go and find him but she didn't have a car and she couldn't exactly ask Cath or the guys to drive around aimlessly for hours. She was still in that position when Greg found her and offered to give her a lift home. She accepted and they left.

Meanwhile, Grissom was driving back to his townhouse. His mind was whirling.

"Okay, so now it's down to me. It's been almost a month now, I never realized how badly I must have been hurting her. Her mind is really trying to protect her from me. What the Hell am I going to do?" Grissom wondered wildly

He arrived at his home and braked hard into his parking space. He grabbed his briefcase and slammed the truck's door, taking his anger our on the vehicle. He stormed his way up to his front door, jammed the key in the lock, entered and slammed that door shut too.

Maybe if he hadn't been so distracted he might have noticed the black sedan that had been following him since he left the lab. Or the man inside the car, with is short blonde hair covered by a hat and sunglasses covering his features.

Chase Gregory smiled evilly and slowly pulled away from the curb across the street from Grissom's home.

TBC

Hey all- The muse hit me and I got this chapter written in one night- which is a huge accomplishment for me and my self diagnosed A.D.D. I probably used more scrabble letters than they actually have but hey, this is the magical wonderful land where Everything works out nicely and Grissom DID NOT ASK OUT SOPHIA-BITCH in a pathetisad attempt to forget Sara. NOT GONNA HAPPEN BUDDY!