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Part 3

They walked into the place which from sunset to sun rise was their 'home' and, this time they were both worried to no end that a member of their family 'was losing it' as Nick had put it over the phone. He had rung them as they were on the ride over to ask about the case in which himself and Warrick had been working on together - until he had been pulled out to cover for Sara. Apparently Sara had had it out with the head CSI, she was taking her emotion out on anyone who'd let her – and Gil Grissom was an easy target for her…her was her boss; he'd brought her here to Las Vegas. She just couldn't take everything right now – and was forcing her to go on record about the case with everything that she knew- it killed her.

Warrick and Catherine both went straight to Grissom's office, no stopping to speak to anyone on the way – hell everyone in the lab had hared about if not seen Sara tonight so knew better than to get in the way.

Just as they had arrived they were halted by the voice coming from the other side of the door – the voice of Sara; angry and violent. Warrick looked to Catherine but she just listened, intently to the younger CSI that was in the office.

"You have no idea what that did to me…" She explained, "I know who did it. And, I know that the guy in the driver seat of that car has a tattoo on his left shoulder blade of my name – just like I know that he's not going to be the last to die…if you don't get me back on the case" Her voice was filled with Anger and pain that Gil himself never would have thought could come from the woman.

"I can't do that…" He explained, professionalism dripped from his words and it was enough to push Sara over the edge – she looked at him, "After what you told me? Do you truly believe that I'm going to put you on this case?"

"I know who did it" She explained.

"NO! Sara, there is no way! Your emotionally involved" She herself knew this but she couldn't just sit around and do nothing. Her anger seemed to burn away knowing she wasn't going to get what she wanted.

"I was stood…" She had slipped into what Grissom could only describe as a memory; she stood in front of the door facing him yet her eyes vacant. She was trying to get Grissom to understand why she was acting how she was. "In front of the car and at first I thought I was seeing things. I have known him since I was nineteen – he's got a sister she's my age. He's got a family…" She stopped, she lent back on the door. Thinking about what was the last time she'd seen this guy alive. Gil let her have this time. Then she looked up, "I want to tell the family… and" Her voice cracked, as she looked to the floor, "I want to see him before the autopsy."

"Sara"

"Grissom…I need this. For god sake, if you won't let me on the case at least let me do this" She was gripping onto straws and was unsure as to how much more of this she could take. She brought her hands to her neck, trying to fight the head ach that was taking hold – "I did this Gris…" Tears began to fall again, she looked up into the eyes that for so many years she had used as a source of reassurance.

"Sara, you don't even know if it is that guy who did this? You can't be sure." He stepped forward, and put his hand on her shoulder, "Look at me Sara"

She did, look at him.

"What ever comes of this, what ever happened out there…it's NOT your fault" He waited a few moments to let that sink in and then he continued, "You're the only one who can ID our bodies…will you be able to do that for me?" She nodded, sadly looking downcast. "And you'll have to tell them what you told me…if you'd like Catherine can do this"

Catherine, did Sara really want Catherine knowing about her past. Hell she didn't want any of them to know…but Catherine. Sara didn't know anymore, she just didn't know what to do. I mean one of them would have to do it. She thought a moment then looked up at him, "I'll be in the break room…I want to know when the bodies get here" She mumbled.

He nodded his head, "I'll come get you"

She turned, and tried to regain some composure – leaning her head on his door, for a moment she drew in a deep shaky breath then pulled it open and stepped out into the bright office, the world which had just totally failed her. Into the remains of a life she was barely holding onto.

She looked to her left where she found Catherine and Warrick sitting on a bench a little away, she locked eyes with the woman. Warrick looked just as worried but there was something more in her eyes, she had seen Sara at her worst, had seen her nearly black out because she couldn't bring herself to breath – had seen her collapse to her knees and force herself with everything she had not to be sick. Catherine stood up and was about to say something, but before she could Sara turned and took of in the opposite direction.

"That girls not holding to well" Warrick offered shaking his head, he felt bad for her. He had never seen Sara, none of them had, like this before.

"I think you two better come in" Grissom offered, equally as troubled. Softly urging them to enter his office, he was terrified that this would be the case to push Sara over the edge.

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The sofa in the break room was the perfect place for Sara to lie down on, the nights event drained her of any energy she had – physical and emotional. She was on her back, looking up at the ceiling. Her eyes in a stare, she was too afraid to close them, to afraid to relieve the night's horrors. She had no idea how long she was lay there, maybe it's been half an hour, maybe six hours. Time didn't play apart in this hell.

The nock on the door brought her from her thoughts; she didn't cast a gaze sideward though. Just spoke, "Yeah"

"Hey, mind if I come in?" The voice was soft, caring – cautious.

"Yeah" Sara forced, really not wanting this but knowing it was needed. Catherine walked into the room shutting it behind her and turning on the light. She still hadn't moved, just lay there looking up at the spot which had kept her attention. "What did he tell you?" Sara's question was unreadable, emotionless.

"Not a lot." It was uneasy air between them, "If you want Warrick to do this…just say" She offered comfortingly. "Don't feel like your been forced to talk to me."

She sighed, heavy – a head ach was already beginning to take her, forming at the base of her neck and running around taking the whole side of her face – more like a migraine. Sitting up slowly she sat forward resting her elbows on her knees and then holding her head in her hands pushing her fingers through her hair. "Not talking to Warrick…" Sara mumbled, "…he won't understand. I don't want any of you to know…"

Helplessly the older of the two looked at her friend, she could usually handle this kind of situation but this was proving more difficult.

"Sara, we have all got your back…we all care about you and I…I kind of have to tell you this. Today, what happened out there it scared the shit out of me. Talk to me like your friend Sara, not like CSI."

There were a few moments of silence, where Catherine sat just watching the obviously much effected Sara. Then the silence was broken by a voice, "Did he… he…" Sara looked up and met eyes with her colleague "Was he in much pain…before he…"

She couldn't say the word; she was terrified of that word. DEAD!

Catherine looked sympathetically at her.

"Take that as yes" Sara mumbled.

"The shots to the chest were…post mortem Sara."

"So, what did he D-" There it was again, the 'D' word.

"A shot to the lower stomach…" The revelation was forced, something that Catherine found very hard to say. Mostly because she knew that it would add to the pain, and the last thing that Catherine wanted to do was add to the pain.

Sara knew exactly what this meant, Sara knew only to well. He died slowly, painfully, horribly…

"Sara - who was he?"

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