Trust me, I wanted to put some stronger language in this chapter, but I didn't want to have to change the rating! Just thought y'all should know! and thatnkyou all for the wonderful, amazing reveiws!

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The Worst

Chapter 7

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"What have you got for me, Mia?"

"Semen results came back from Sara" she swallowed and Grissom knew that sentence was hard from her to say.

"And…" he prompted,

"No match," which rules out Carrigan," he ran his hand through his hair in frustration, "Dammit"

"Carrigan?"

"Number one suspect. LVPD, he'd have his DNA on file. But I'm guessing you didn't page me to tell me just that?"

"Always one step ahead, aren't you? Um…" she shuffled through a few pages, "Your guy," she handed him one of the sheets.

"This isn't your line of work."

She shook her head, "I know, but everyone else is beyond backlogged so I thought I'd just check this one out."

"Well, thank you. I'm positive Sara will be grateful"

"How's she doing?"

"Uh…hard to say."

"You have been to see her?"

He nodded, smiling, "You and Catherine should form a club"

With that, he left to give everyone the news.

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"Blue?"

"Yeah. There were flakes of blue paint on Sara. Mia checked it out and it was car paint. So either our guy's cars just been painted, or it's got a relatively new ding in it. Either way, he must have brushed up against it and then it's spread to whatever he's touched, " he cringed at the last part of his sentence.

"Griss, there are a lot of blue cars in Vegas."

"I know, but we only want the ones that were around Sara's apartment block. Warrick…"

"I'll go to Sara's and see if they have any parking lot surveillance."

"They do. Thank you. Uh, Catherine, do you know when Nick'll be back?"

Catherine looked up at the clock on the break room wall, "About 10 minutes, probably less."

"OK, when he gets back, go with him to see Archie and wait of Warrick. I want as many sets of eyes on that screen as possible. Remember, any shade of blue we need. If you find the car I want you and Warrick to go to every auto detail place in Vegas and track the thing down."

"What do I do until then?"

Grissom shrugged, "Grab a coffee?"

"What are you going to do?"

"Wait till Nick gets back, then go with Greg to the hospital."

"Gil," she said disapprovingly,

"What have I done now?"

"You're using Greg as a cover"

"I am not"

"Why don't you just face her?"

"Why don't you understand 'don't interfere'?"

"Hey guys. Sara says hi."

"Hi Nick," both Grissom and Catherine said in unison.

"Uh, Cath, don't you have to go with Nick?"

"Yeah, yeah" she sighed, standing up to walk to Nick and leave a tired and drained Grissom to find a hyper active Greg.

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"How many cups of coffee did you have?"

"Four in two hours." He stated proudly.

"Greggo, that's not healthy."

"But it feels healthy"

Sara shook her head, muttering, "I'm supposed to be the delirious one" to no one in particular, seeing as there was only herself and Greg in the room and Greg was obviously more interested in the flowers. Grissom had left almost immediately, dropping Greg off in the room and just as quickly leaving.

Sara had no clue to whether he had gone back to the lab, or was merely sitting just out of sight on the other side of the wall.

"Sara," Greg started, suddenly becoming serious, "I'm no very good at beating around the bush, so, er, how are you?"

Sara sat in silence for a moment, not knowing whether to be honest or not. She didn't want to tell him about the pain, about the dreams, about the flashes of memory that confused her, she wanted to tell somebody else that stuff, but not Greg.

Instead, she just answered him with, "I'm getting there."

Greg nodded, not knowing what to say next.

He was saved the awkwardness of trying to talk himself out of the emotional hole he'd dug by Grissom appearing at the door,

"Why don't you go and get yourself a drink, Greg? No more coffee."

"Uh, yeah, I think I'll do that," Greg answered, practically running out of the already tension filled room.

"Hey."

"Hey Sara," he took up his seat by her bed.

"How's the big case going?"

"What case?"

"The really important one you had to run out of here for."

Realization suddenly dawned on Grissom, "Oh, um, there was no case. It, uh, it was just…" if he was going to fix things, he was going to have to be honest, "It was just me being an idiot."

"You said it. Not me"

Her joking nature let Grissom know that she had forgiven him, at least a little. Catherine needed to be thanked.

"I'm sorry."

"I know"

"We had a development on the case."

"Greg mentioned something, but he was too awake to really understand what he was going on about."

"The guy may have owned a blue car. He left flakes of paint all over your apartment," he deliberately avoided saying 'and on you', "Mia went out of her way to determine that it was car paint. Warrick, Nick, Cath and Archie are looking over surveillance tapes from your apartment to find matches."

"Thank you. And thank Mia too."

Grissom reached out to hold Sara's hand.

"I was just wondering…"

"I heard you."

"You did?"

She nodded.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"I'm scared Griss. I keep having nightmares about it"

"Sara, you know I would never hurt you like that. You know that, right?"

She nodded again, "I know you would never do that to me, but I'm scared that you'll, I don't know, get sick of me because of what the other guy has done to me. I'm damaged goods, I was damaged goods even before this…this attack. I have a past Griss. You could eave me because of it. I know how this works."

"That would never happen."

"Don't say that," she said, harshly ripping her hand out of his, her mood changing dramatically. Although she had forgiven him, she couldn't forget what had happened to her in the past. This didn't deter Grissom though.

"There's something else, isn't there?"

"Don't pretend you can red me like that. Griss, please I don't want to talk about it. Let's just say that I've come to a conclusion… 'we' can't happen. Don't make it harder for me than it already is to let go. Just leave."

He wasn't in the mood for arguing, so he stood up and much to his own surprise walked out of the room. At the door however, he was stopped by the sound of her voice calling him, "I still need a friend."

"You've still got one," he answered, leaving the ward.

Picking up a juice sipping Greg on the way out, he made up his mind.

He had finally become ready to start something with Sara Sidle and no matter what, she was going to know about it. He could be her friend, but he knew that both wanted more, he wasn't giving up on the one thing that kept going right in his life.

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