Disclaimer: Not mine.

A/N: Just to make sure: this is Warrick and Sara (friendship).

He had thought he would never have to watch his best friend through a Plexiglass object ever again, which was stupid to think he realized as the walls of the lab were made out of the same material, but to be watching him through a Plexiglass window so soon after they had saved him were making his hands itch. Hanging by his sides his hands were intermittently forming fists and opening up again as if they were to make an important decision and weren't entirely sure what to do.

The reason he was standing here, watching him through said window, was entirely his own choice as he had opted to let Grissom go in before him. It felt natural when he hopped in the ambulance with his friend, but before the doors had closed he had caught a glimpse of the faces of Grissom and Sara and then he had felt guilty, because they had every right to be there as well. He had shrugged the uncomfortable feeling of, focusing on the face of his friend, who was rapidly sliding into the land of unconsciousness.

When the doctor told them two of them could visit him, the night shift had stared at him and Catherine waiting for them to make a decision. More so then ever he felt he was forced to make a decision between his old team and the new one he supposedly belonged to. Yes, he was aware that some of them believed they belonged to different teams, but he wasn't one of them. He nodded towards Grissom telling him he could go in as Sara had disappeared a little while ago. He knew everyone seemed to think Sara had been the one to keep it together through this horrible ordeal, but nothing was less true as he had seen tears escaping her eyes on more than one occasion. He wouldn't be surprised if she was crying her eyes out somewhere in a dark corner. He needed to go check up on her if only he could move away from this damned window.

Just as he was losing the battle with his tears, which had been trying to surface for many hours now, he felt a small hand grasping his own, gently squeezing it. Expecting to see the redhead of their team standing next to him, he didn't bother to glance sideways.

"Is he going to be alright?" Her soothing voice immediately betrayed her identity. Not waiting for his answer, she continued.

"He has to be."

He squeezed her hand softly, trying to communicate through their now linked hands.

"I need to tell him, he is right."

"About what?"

Worried. She wasn't making sense and he wondered if she was really losing it now.

"I don't know. I just need to tell him." She answered in a soft voice.

"He once told me I have difficulty telling him he is right. I need to tell him he is right." Suddenly she was making sense in a way only Sara could.

"He misses you."

Shifting his head to look at her.

"I have been missing the both of you." Also looking at him now.

"More than you will ever know."

But he already knew.

FIN