Hurray! The evil moustache is gone! Boo-yah! He's back to his HOT self! And now it's back to the story!

His supervisor was slumped in a chair outside of Sara's room, sound asleep. Even in slumber the man looked worn out, and older somehow. Greg knew that Grissom was deeply worried about Sara, and wondered how long it had been since he had slept. Choosing not to wake him, he slipped into Sara's room. She was awake, and her eyes darted to him as he entered,

"Hey, you're awake," he greeted her, smiling a little.

"Who are you?" she asked, giving him a cautious glance.

"Sara, it's me, Greg," he smiled, wondering why she would ask him who he was.

"Greg?"

"Yeah, I'm Greggo," he paused then added, " You know, Greg Sanders."

"No, I don't know. You need to tell me how I know you, cause you're confusing me."

Her words cut through him like a knife. She had no idea who he was. He couldn't understand why after knowing her for so long, she would just forget,

"I…I work with you. We're friends. Sara, what's wrong? Why don't you know me?"

"I can't remember anything. They tell me I'm Sara, but I don't remember being her. Mr. Grissom said I was a CSI, but I don't know what they do. I guess maybe if I was Sara, then I would know you, but I can't….I'm sorry."

Greg realized then that what the doctors had said might happen had come true. Sara had amnesia. Without thinking it was possible, he began to hate Haley and Michaels even more. He watched her, looking at her eyes that didn't hold the same energy that his Sara had. They looked empty, frightened and confused. He wanted to hug her, tell her that everything was going to be alright, and know that she would go back to being her normal self. But he knew if he reached out to her, she would only back away, and that hurt him the most.

"Greg?"

Her voice sounded the same, and for a moment he thought she was alright,

"Yes?"
"Will you help me remember? Help me figure out who I am?"

He felt his eyes water a little, and he sat down in the chair next to her, "Of course I will," he replied quietly.

"She's so strong…she's a fighter…" Nick whispered, rubbing Clara's hand.

Catherine watched him, rubbing his shoulder. She had nearly broke down a few minutes before when Clara had almost crashed. But she had held on for Nick's sake. He needed someone to be strong, needed someone's shoulder to cry on, and she would be there for him no matter what. It had been such an emotional scene only shortly earlier, and the minutes had seemed to last for hours. Catherine thought that she had seen Nick at his worst in the box, but she was wrong. The terror and agony on his face while he watched the doctors work on Clara was even worse than his own kidnapping. She had never felt so heartbroken and scared for him.

"She is Nicky. It wasn't her time to go."

Catherine silently closed the door to Clara's room, leaving Nick alone with his girlfriend. She heaved a sigh and began to walk to Sara's room, when Warrick came hobbling down the hall on crutches.

"Hey Cath," he greeted her.

"You're looking better," she replied, noticing how refreshed he looked after sleeping.

"How's Clara and Nicky doing?"

"Good news. She's breathing on her own, and the doctors said she might wake up soon."

"That's great! Have you heard from Grissom about Sara yet?"

"No, I was just on my way there."

He paused and his expression changed, "Could you wait a few minutes? I kinda need to talk to you," he pointed to the chairs.

She guessed what he wanted to discuss and wasn't really looking forward to it. Trying to think of an excuse, she wrung her hands. He watched her, and wrinkled his forehead, knotting his eyebrows,

"Cath?"

Realizing there was no way out she made her way to have a seat when her pager beeped. She grabbed it and relaxed, it was a 911 from Brass,

"Sorry, can we do this later? Brass has our suspect in custody. I gotta go."

"Suspect?"

"It's Michaels."

"Then I'm coming with you. We can talk in the car."

"Oh no you aren't. Nick needs someone here with him, and I've got Greg helping me. By the way, have you seen him?"

"No, sorry. Ok, go. But I'll call you later alright?"

She nodded heading down the hall.

Catherine spotted the former lab rat exiting Sara's room and called out to him,
"We've gotta go Greg."

"Yeah, I just got the page. I was on my way," he replied, catching up to her.

"How is she?"

Greg slowed and looked down at his feet, "Grissom's in with her now, but what the doctor's suspected was right…she has amnesia."

Catherine stopped dead, turning to face Greg,

"You mean she doesn't remember anything?"
"No."

"That's…that's terrible. Grissom must be devastated."

Greg looked up at Catherine, her face full of shock. Why did everyone jump to the conclusion that Grissom was the only person who cared about Sara? He was just as upset, but he was staying strong for the case, not shutting down, like his supervisor. More than ever he just wanted to be back in that room, answering her questions and being with her. He wanted to be there when it all came back to her, to see her eyes light up and know that it would all be ok.

"How long? Greg, did the doctors say when she would get her memory back?"

The blonde's words brought him out of his daze, "Umm, they said only time will tell. It could be as short as a few days, or it could last for years," his voice dropped with the last word.

Catherine shook her head, and then began to walk again, "Let's hope for the days."

Again, hurray! The evil moustache is gone! (Now we just need to fix the hair and it will all be good…lol!) So now that my take home exam is done, and I only have to study for my exams, which start next Thursday, I do have a little more time to write, not a lot, but enough. So hopefully another chapter soon, cause writing is a great study break! Enjoy, -L