Author's notes: Thanks for all the reviews. I was going to leave it at one chapter but most of you asked for another do here it is. I have to say I don't think it is as strong as the first one but I've been under a lot of pressure and this is what I came up with. I hope you like it and please do review. If you have any ideas for where you would like the story to go just let me know.
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"Look don't worry I'll get you up. The others will be here in a moment..."
But they had been too late and she had fallen. Greg could not hold her and Grissom had not been there to save either of them. Sara was dead and Greg was shattered. The air at the scene was full of remorse and hate, each person there blamed another for the accident but they did not voice their opinions. Grissom however had said his piece and he could not take it back even if he had wanted to. The venom in his voice had been clear for all to hear but it was only those who listened carefully that could tell that Grissom blamed himself for her death and not Greg as it seemed. It did not matter though because once the cold harsh words had been spoken the reality of the situation had begun to sink in for them all. Sara, who had once smiled and laughed with them, who had shouted and cried and cared so much about each case was gone.
After the verbal attack by Grissom Greg had merely stood still. He had not tried to defend himself or explain what had happened as many had thought he would. This had infuriated Grissom more and he had gone off into the night alone. It was probably best for them all if they could grieve in their own ways. Perhaps after he had calmed down Grissom would return and apologise to Greg. After all Grissom had promised to always be there for each of them no matter what they did. Had he not looked out for each member of the team when they had messed up and needed him and was Greg not now a member of the team? Nick decided that it was best to get Greg home, he was soaked to the skin and deadly silent. The Greg Nick knew was gone and he was worried that the transformation, if not remedied soon, would be permanent. He struggled for the words to say to his friend to make things better but they sounded worthless and did little to comfort either of them. He felt so hopeless yet he knew no matter what he did he would never be able to change what happened. Even though Greg was now training to be a CSI he still saw him as the funny geek who worked in the lab. His best friend who had looked out for him after everything he had been through. If only he had stayed in the lab he would have been protected. No matter what you did as a CSI, all the precautions you took, all the training you did, the risks were still there.
Grissom stood in the rain watching it pour over him and onto the road below. He desperately wanted it to wash away the pain and anger he was feeling inside but it could not. It felt as if each drop of rain was washed away a memory of Sara. She had only been dead two hours and twenty three minutes but already Grissom was starting to worry that he could not remember her voice, the way she smelt and the smile. She had smiled so much when she had first joined the team he remembered it with such pain knowing he would never see it again. He felt pathetic stood alone in the rain, his clothes were soaked through and he had no way of getting back to the lab. But it was all of his own doing. Greg had Nick and Catherine had Warrick but Grissom was now alone. The one person who had reached out and dared to care about him was gone. She was gone and for a few moments he, the one who normally cherished being alone so much, wished that he was with her. He laughed a hollow laugh, her death was his punishment. The turmoil that had once simmered within him whenever she was around now suddenly spilled out into the open as Grissom screamed loudly and banged his fists on the ground.
"Why her! Why did you take her! I would have saved her!"
But there was no reply only the constant downpour of the rain.
Catherine got out of her car. Her browned skin reflected the fact that she had been on holiday and had taken full advantage of being able to do whatever she wanted. The warm glow of the holiday had not yet worn off and she walked into the lab beaming.
"Hey guys missed me?"
The reply was silence.
"Aww come on it's like a morgue in here. What's up with you all? Don't you want to hear how great my holiday was?"
She laughed but no one else did. Yet again Catherine had put her foot in it. This, in a way, was a small comfort to the Warrick and Nick. Things had been so strange around the lab since Sara's death that a bit of normality felt good. Grissom had become even more self absorbed refusing to talk to anybody and instead burying himself in the paper work he had claimed to hate so much. He either did not want to or could not see that the other members of the team were also suffer. At least Catherine would have the guts to talk to him about it. And Greg, well Nick had been round twice but he had hated what he had seen. His friend was living in darkness, his curtains were constantly closed and his washing had not been done for weeks. He had been given compassionate leave while the case was being dealt with but Nick thought it would have been better to keep him working. The more Nick thought about it the more he thought he should visit him again. Perhaps Catherine could even persuade Grissom to go.
Greg had manage to leave the confines of his room and up onto his roof where he could observe the city. The lights shone brightly in Las Vegas and life went on as usual. Few of the people below knew who Sara was and even fewer cared that she was now gone. But Greg did, he cared so much that it hurt, not even the rain that had continued to pour since the accident could wash away the guilt he was feeling. He closed his eyes and he could see her, he opened them and he could see the looks on his co-workers faces. Although they had all tried to comfort him with words he could see in their eyes that they blamed him. Even Nick, the one he thought he could trust more than anyone, had stopped coming round. As he stared down at the city he could see the event playing out again and again until suddenly he knew what he had to do...