Sara sat on the floor of the house, which was the scene they had been investigating. She couldn't talk or move; she just sat there in a daze as the medics checked to make sure she was ok. Greg, Catherine, Nick, and Warrick were brought in to do the scene. It was going to be hard for all of them.

In Sara's arms Grissom lay dead, the suspect, who had still been in the house, had killed him. Catherine gently laid a hand on Sara's arm, and she managed to get the younger woman to let go of Grissom. As Sara stood Nick made sure that Grissom's head was slowly lowered to the floor.

Catherine took Sara into another room while the men continued to process the rest of the house. Three people had been killed in that house, and it was going to be a difficult night for the CSI's. As they were processing it was hard for them not to just break down in tears, yet they wouldn't let another team take over for them because the case was too personal to let go.

Sara allowed Catherine to collect evidence from her, she wasn't able to talk though, she wasn't even able to cry yet; she was in shock. Sara's clothing was matted with his blood, and when he had been shot some of it had sprayed onto her face.

Catherine made Greg drive Sara and the evidence back to the lab, which he was willing to do, even if it was just to get out of that place. He took the evidence to the lab, and then he directed Sara to the locker room so that she could shower and change. She just sat there though, and Greg decided that it would be best if she was left alone for awhile.

While he was gone Sara started to cry, and then she grabbed a pen and notebook from her locker and she scribbled down a song that reflected how she felt. The tears that were falling down her face and onto the paper were intermingled with Grissom's blood, which caused her to cry even harder. The teardrops were red, and that's what the song was about.

When she finished she grabbed some clothes and soap and she went into the shower room. She didn't even bother to take off her clothes as she went under the water; she just allowed the water to wash his blood off of her. She fell to her knees, and they she sat down and cried. She didn't realize how long she had been in there, but after awhile Catherine came in and shut off the water. Then she helped Sara change from her blood stained clothes into her other clothes.

As Sara was led into the locker room again she picked up the notebook and she was led into the break room. Warrick had been asked by Catherine to put Sara's things somewhere, or just to dispose of the old clothes. Sara sat on the one sofa, wrapped in a large towel, and Greg brought her a cup of coffee.

"Can you tell us what happened," Catherine asked gently.

Sara took in a deep breath, and through tears she said, "We went to the scene and when we were there this man came out of nowhere and he, he just shot, and, and then Grissom slumped to the floor. The guy ran, I went to Grissom's side, but he, he was dead." Sara couldn't say anymore, she just broke down in tears. Catherine left the room, but Greg went next to Sara and he put his arms around her. She sobbed into his shoulder, and he cried as well.

As he was holding her he saw the notebook in her hand, he took it from her, and he read the words. She had stopped crying, and she softly sang the words to him.

The pretty red teardrops fall

And people wonder why

Those teardrops are fallin' from my eyes

They don't understand why I cry

They don't understand why I see you when I close my eyes

The pretty red teardrops fall

They fall upon my lap

And I know where they come from

I saw you in the dark

I saw you in the light

I see you every instant I'm alive

But no one knows how much you meant

And they don't understand

Just how much each teardrop means to me

The Pretty red teardrops fall

They fall down upon me

When I close my eyes they fall upon my hands

And now my hands are stained with your blood…

The pretty red teardrops fall,

The pretty red tear….drops….

Greg's heart was breaking, she was blaming herself for Grissom's death, and when she sang the words her voice sounded so hollow and empty that he cried. Sara managed to cry herself into a fitful sleep on Greg's lap; he would stroke her hair gently, and cry himself. Eventually Warrick and Nick came in the room to cry as well. Catherine joined them for awhile, but then she went home to be with her daughter.

Eventually Sara woke up, but by then everyone but Greg was gone, and he drove her back to her place so that she could be alone to mourn privately.

The next few days, weeks, and even months were difficult because of all the changes at the lab, but the team was slowly coming to terms with Grissom's loss. Catherine was promoted to Night Shift Supervisor and Grissom's killer was caught. Sara had been affected the deepest by his loss, she rarely ever smiled in the months after his death, and her friends could tell that she wasn't getting much sleep either. Greg stayed by her side though, and she loved him for it.

It was going to take a long time for Sara to be able to love again, but Greg was willing to wait until she was.

TBC…

I thought that I'd make the story longer, and that the first chapter could be the prologue so that you'd know what was going to happen. I will continue this story when I am off hiatus!

Thank you, ElastigirlThePresident, csifreak04, CSI Kennedy, avalon88, lovesdigsdmanded, CatStokes, Adrienne! I loved all of your reviews, and I hope that you like the long version of this story : )