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"Hey!" Lance looked down at his limp captive and shook her slightly.

Catherine was mortified, but took advantage of his distraction. She ran over and elbowed him in the back as he was bent over. He dropped Sara and toppled over her. Catherine kicked away the knife that hung loosely off his right finger. It skidded across the floor and hit the opposite wall. Lance stood back up and took a swing at Catherine's face, but she ducked.

"Bitch," he launched himself at her, but hit the chair instead, sending a clanging noise bouncing off the bare walls. Brass and his men came rushing down, guns drawn, alerted by the noise. They apprehended him and took him out.

"Good work, Cath." Brass patted her shoulder and walked up the stairs.

Catherine just stood there, unable to move. The rest of the team came running in, followed by paramedics. Everyone went to Sara's side. They looked her over and loaded her on the gurney.

"You must have done one hell of a job." Warrick commented. Catherine smiled slightly before turning around to face him and the rest of her colleagues.

"How is she?" Catherine asked in a worried voice, watching them wheel her out, Nick and Greg following.

"They don't know a whole lot yet. We can meet her at the hospital. Come on, we can head over there now." Warrick took her arm and guided her out.

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At the hospital, Nick was pacing, Greg was sitting with his head in his hands, Warrick was standing at the window, hands on the sill, Grissom was standing against the wall with a passive look on his face, while Catherine sat in one of those horribly uncomfortable white plastic chairs. Everyone was asking the same questions. Was Sara okay? Would she be out soon? How much longer did it take? Why are these chairs always so uncomfortable?

"Sidle?" a tall doctor with white hair was holding a chart in his hands and scanning the room.

"That's us." Nick said as they all rushed over.

The doctor sighed before talking. "Miss Sidle has suffered from minor head trauma, a badly broken wrist, smashed ribs, multiple abrasions, and a fractured shoulder. We had to perform surgery on her wrist and we are still in the process of some tests on her head trauma. It looks promising, though, so there are few worries. We also had to make sure her ribs didn't puncture anything, and it's a miracle they didn't. She is going to spend a few days here minimum, and then she will have to be observed for two weeks before going back to work."

"Where is she now? Can we see her?" Catherine asked.

"She is resting now, in room C15. Down the hall, to the left, and third room on the right. Not too long." He walked away, and the CSI's followed his directions.

Sara was lying in the dark room, looking as lifeless as ever. Sunlight was fighting to get past the heavy shades, but only a few streams managed to leak through. Everyone felt even more depressed after seeing her condition. It was very silent in the sterilized room. Nick went and got a few extra chairs, and they all sat in peace, the only interruption was a nurse coming to check her vitals every so often. After about twenty minutes, Grissom had to go back to the lab and fill out his report. Then Warrick had to get home. Greg remembered he had a date in two hours. Nick was reluctant to leave, but Grissom had called him to come and fix a slight problem in Analysis. Catherine stood up to walk out, before Sara's eyes slowly opened.

"Hey Cath," She whispered in a hoarse voice.

Catherine turned around at the low, scratchy greeting. "Glad to see you are awake, Sara."

She took her seat again and waited for Sara to break the thick silence.

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