Grissom POV
I got up from my desk to stretch my legs when I heard a scream. It was faint, but still blood-curdling scream. I exited my office and hurried down the hall. No one else seemed to have noticed. Could I be imagining things? My legs and senses brought me to the back of the lab where there were rooms that no one used. Why would anyone be back here?
I turned into one of the rooms and was surprised to see who my screamer was.
Sara was sitting bolt upright in the chair, but her legs were on the other chairs. Her eyes were closed, but even her eyelids couldn't prevent the escape of the tears that began their journey down her face.
"Sara" I said lightly, but she didn't respond. Then I realized something. She is asleep. So I said her name louder, hoping to wake her up.
She woke up, but she kept screaming. And crying. I kneeled down next to her and took her shoulders in my hands. After a few minutes her thin, frail frame was still shaking, but the tears subsided a little bit. She opened her eyes. They were full of fright and fury. But when I started to say her name, she started talking.
"Everyone is dead. No one is left. No one to be there… no one left."
"What are you talking about," I asked, for I couldn't see where this was coming from.
"Doc died, then Greg died in a fire… you said you wanted to tell his parents because he was a great CSI, and then Tina broke up with Warrick, and Catherine thought that they were talking about… I don' no but she thought wrong and went home and killed herself, then…"
She just broke down, saying something about everyone, until her talking was completely replaced by sobs. I did the only thing I could think of doing. I stood up and pulled her to my chest, wrapping my arms around her in the process.
"Shhhh, it's all right. No one is dead. Tina did break up with Warrick, but Catherine was there to pick up the pieces. And I would never be with Sofia, especially if you were sad." And then I felt something. Her forehead against my chest. I just barely noticed that it was hot, so hot that I could feel the heat through my shirt. Before I could say anything, she moved to walk back to the layout table, as if to keep working, but her knees buckled underneath her and she almost hit the floor. I did my best to catch her, but she did more than I did. Once I had pulled her up into a standing position, she held on to me so tight I couldn't have pried her away if I had wanted to.
But soon I felt the heat from her forehead searing through my shirt. I tried to pull her back a little so I could slip my hand up to her forehead, but she clung tighter.