The next day everyone was busy. They decided that they wouldn't try to have breakfast that morning together because they were all tired. At the end of shift, Grissom walked into his office to put his papers down so he could find Sara and was met with a surprise. Sara was standing in the corner of his office, looking at his latest experiment with her I-pod in her ears. He looked at her body and sighed. Sara wore very loose clothes now, as compared to the skin-tight clothes she used to wear. But she was still beautiful, in every way, shape, and form. He could have watched her forever, but he just had got the courage up to ask her out, and nothing was going to stop him. Grissom walked across the office and tapped on her shoulder. She spun around and when she saw Grissom she pulled the headphones out of her ears.

"Grissom! Hi! I just wanted to say that I'm leaving," Sara said. She looked tired, but Grissom was going to try anyway.

"Hey Sara. This isn't going to be eloquent, but, do you want to go out with me? Please? Dinner somewhere?" He rushed out in one breath. He was bracing for the shut down until he heard her say,

"Really? Oh, my! Um, I would say yes, but I'm extremely tired. I haven't been sleeping well. I'm going to go home and sleep. But, raincheck?" Sara asked.

"Sure, anytime!" Grissom said.

They ended up walking to the front doors together. They were talking about stupid stuff when they got out to Grissom's Denali. Sara turned to walk home and Grissom grabbed her arm.

"Do you want a ride home?" Grissom asked, more like pleaded.

"No thank you," Sara said. But as she turned away, she collapsed at her knees. Grissom caught her just in time, and lugged the semi-conscious Sara into his truck. Making sure she was fastened in tight, he started the car and drove her to his townhouse. First he carried her in, then brought in her bag. He situated her on his bed, and realized that she probably wouldn't be comfortable in all of her clothes. So she took off her jacket and put it on the chair in his room. Then he looked at her shirt, and wondered if there was anything underneath it. It was loose, so he ran his hand underneath the shirt, half hoping there wasn't anything underneath. But when he found out that there was an undershirt underneath, he pulled the outer shirt over her head. Unlike the other shirts, this one was tight, and showed off the fact that she was so thin you could see every single rib. She started shivering and he slid her body underneath the covers of his bed. She looked like she belonged there. Grissom pulled up a chair next to her body and picked up her hand. There is obviously an eating disorder somewhere in here. But her knuckles showed no signs of Bulimia, so he had to guess Anorexia. He slowly and quietly slid away from her and started looking through her bag. Clothes, two sizes too big, and a black diary. Although he knew it was wrong, he pulled it out and looked through it. In it was a table that contained numbers and symbols. It took a while, but he came to remember the symbols from somewhere else. The model that was Bulimic. These were similar markings. But if she wasn't Bulimic, that made her… Anorexic.

Anorexic. Sara Anorexic? That couldn't be. But it made sense. She hadn't been eating with them anymore. She was very thin. So after a while of worrying, he decided that he was going to take care of her. He made pancakes.

While the pancakes were baking, Sara ambled out of his room and leaned against the doorframe.

"Hey, how'd I get here?" Sara asked sleepily.

"You passed out, and I brought you here. Um, while you were sleeping, I looked through your bag and…"

"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to look in a woman's bag?"

"Yes, but when it's a matter of life and death…" Sara looked down, and tears started dropping.

"Sara, you're Anorexic."

"No. I'm dieting. I'm not anorexic!"

"Sara, you're anorexic. And it will kill you if you don't do something about it!"

With this, Sara's tears started flowing more swiftly. Grissom couldn't yell anymore. He wasn't mad at her, but he was upset, and felt like he could do nothing about it. He opened his arms, and she shuffled into them. She buried her face in his shoulder and cried her heart out. Grissom lead her over to the couch and pulled her down to sit on his lap. Eventually she stopped crying and looked up. Her eyes were puffy, but their faces were soooo close. He wasn't going to kiss her, that is the last thing she needed right now.

"I…" Sara started, but Grissom stopped all talking there. His lips covered her's and then he knew that this was going to work, and he would always be there to take care of her.