A/N: Sorry if this chapter is shorter than the last, I was sort of pressed for time. I also didn't want to make you guys wait so long. Again, if it's so out of character you want to jump through the computer and lop off my head, sorry... R&R Also, a little tribute in this chapter to a on-line friend of mine.

Disclaimer: Again, you ask me this, and again, I come up with the same question...No, I don't own any part of CSI...Actually, all I own is this stinkin brown paper bag where I keep GSR moments stashed...

Rated: T - Because I feel like it...

Song disclaimer and info: I do not own any of the songs in this fanfic. The only lyrics I used in this chapter were iWhy does it always rain on me/i - Coldplay and iBreathe(2am)/i by Anna Nalick.

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A sharp pain shot through her fore-head as a fragment of melted car sliced through her skin. Stunned and confused, she fell backward. Bracing herself for the impact, the moment she would collide with the soggy ground, but she found herself stopping before she got that far. After noticing she was falling, he caught her. Although he didn't know he could be that quick. Pulling her back up to her feet, Grissom held her steady to she wouldn't tumble over again. "You okay?" He asked, examining the slash on her head. "Yeah, I'm fine." She lied, covering the bloody cut with a slender hand. Actually, she wasn't okay.

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"We need a medic!" Grissom shouted, seeing through the bad lie she told him. Slightly annoyed that he had done that, Sara turned to protest, but a sharp look from her boss washed that idea away. Sara removed her hand from the cut slowly, that sticking feeling soon fallowed. That feeling that somehow your skin has melted together. But that went away within a few moments as she looked down at her hand. There, one her palm, was crimson colored liquid illuminated by the flames from the explosion. Brown eyes fixed upon her bloodstained hand, Sara could hear the paramedic venture closer to the two. She could hear the soft squishing of wet grass beneath the woman's feet, although she could also hear the pounding of rain and the sizzle it caused when it made contact with the over-heated vehicle in front of her. She was suddenly snapped out of it though, when Grissom touched her arm. The same arm that he had grabbed hold of so hard only minutes before. "Ow." She said, jerking her arm away rather quickly.

"Yeah?" The medic asked tiredly. She was somewhere in her mid twenty's, blond, green eyes. Grissom moved Sara forward, toward the lady's who's name tag read "Ann". The medic, who obviously answered to the name Ann, quickly took hold of Sara's un-injured arm and lead her through the rain to the back of the ambulance. Although the clicking of their shoes hitting the pavement was drowned out by the roar of rain and fire hoses, Sara could hear the sound of the explosion ringing through her ears. It was a sound she should have been used to by now, something she should have gotten over rather quickly. But still, the crashing and rubbing of metal parts left a fresh scar in her mind. One that couldn't be healed by man, only to be repaired by time.

Ann, the paramedic, examined Sara's head first. Green eyes tracing over the bleeding slice as a small frown tugged at her lips. "You'll be fine, just some bandages." After dis-infecting the cut, Ann placed a band-aid on the CSIs head, in hopes of blocking anymore foreign germs. The blond then rolled up Sara's sleeve. A small flinch encased Sara's face as a shot of pain shot through her arm. "Oh my..." Ann said, more to herself than anything, once she saw the distortion in Sara's upper arm. "I believe it's broken." The medic said, looking up at a sitting Sara. She was only looking up because she was kneeling in order to be eye level with the brunette's arm. Suddenly, Sara's eyes widened slightly as her breathing became heavier. "B-Broken?" She stuttered slightly, looking at her arm. Ann nodded as she shifted her gaze back to Sara's arm. "Your going to have to get it set back into place..." She trailed off again as Sara was still trying to figure out what that meant. "You'll have to come to the hospital." At this, Sara immediately shot up, refusing to visit that place. But Sara only managed to get a few steps before a lurking Grissom stopped her. "Sara, you need to go to the hospital." He said firmly, demanding that she go and have her arm fixed. Sara looked up at him, brown eyes meeting his blue ones. "I'm fine." She protested stubbornly. But after a moment of intense staring, Sara gave up. Dropping her shoulders, she nodded and walked toward Ann again. She could have argued with him more. Could have somehow gotten out of going there. But she didn't. She didn't, and now she would be alone again.

Grissom watched Ann load Sara into the back of the ambulance as a small sigh escaped. Should he be going with her? Do you want to go with her? Did he?

Sunny days

Where have you gone?

I get the strangest feeling you belong

Why does it always rain on me?

Is it because I lied when I was seventeen?

Why does it always rain on me?

Even when the sun is shining

I can't avoid the lightning

Shaking his head, he watched the ambulance pull away and he turned back to the burning car. The rain wasn't letting up anytime soon, and he knew that would wash away any evidence that the fire had missed.

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Sara found herself back home, left arm in a sling as she sat on the couch. Leaning her head against the arm of the sofa, she closed her eyes, allowing images of the explosion to play over and over again like a slid show. But, the only person who could flip the "Off" switch, wasn't there. He wasn't anywhere around her. She was by herself...Again. And as much as she hated to admit it, she couldn't stand being alone. She knew she should have been sleeping, but the ache from her arm and the pain tugging at her heart strings was keeping her from doing so. Then, the time had come that she started thinking about other things. Sadly, her mind was only on one thing, one thing she had tried desperately to get out of her mind for the past few years. He was something the had caused her so much pain over the years, but still, she couldn't let go. Couldn't get him out of her mind. No matter what she tried, he was always there. It was sad really. At least, that's what she continued to tell herself. Something she couldn't have. Haunting her with images and words. Facts that she couldn't shake away.

'Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable

And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table

No one can find the rewind button, girl.

So cradle your head in your hands

And breathe... just breathe,

He said he couldn't do it...You were there, you know that.

I know.

You've gotta move on.

I can't.

Why not?

I don't know.

Oh, I think you do. You've known for a long time now. You just couldn't tell him.

Tell him what?

Tell him that you love him.

It doesn't matter...

Finally, Sara managed to shake herself out of the little conversation she was having with her mind. She had been doing that a lot lately, seeing as she really had no one to talk to. The only person she had ever really talked to was Grissom, but that would defeat the purpose if she talked to him now. Sara wanted a drink badly, and she was sure this would qualify as a time when it was okay. Still though, the thought of having her supervisor cover for her again was almost as horrible as the explosion. To put it simply, it wasn't a fun thought at all.