I haven't been inside a hospital for years. Well, not if you count all the times I was on the job. The last time I was here was when my father died. I felt worried then, I'm even more worried now.

I can't think straight. I can barely talk. I was lucky Hank recognized me or they would have thought that I was a nutcase. I'm still in shock. I can't believe that Grissom had called me and I ignored him. How could I have been so stupid?

The doctors say that Grissom is in bad shape. He had been on his way home when a drunk driver swerved into his lane and hit the driver's side of his seat. The impact had sent him flying out of the front window and all the eyewitnesses were sure that he was a goner.

I'm not religious but I swear I'll thank God everyday if he keeps Grissom safe. I'll even promise to get out of his nerves after this ordeal. I know there is no way in hell that Grissom could ever love me back, so I don't think it would hurt if I try to forget about it him. Well, not that much anyway. Besides, it would probably be healthy for the two of us. Someone needs to stop the dance we've done for years, and I'm volunteering.

"Miss?" I look up and I see the doctor looking at me. There's concern in his eyes as he hands me a tissue. I'm confused at first but then I realize that it's for my tears. I didn't realize I was crying. I don't usually cry. I didn't even cry when my father died.

Gathering up my courage, I finally talk. "Is Grissom alright?"

He nods and I swear for about two seconds, I feel like a heavy weight was pulled of my shoulders. But then I realize that something else was wrong because the doctor wasn't smiling.

I open my mouth to ask him but he cuts me off. "He had a really bad blow to the head. He-

I continue for him, my statement more of a question. "Might not remember anything that happened during the accident?"

He shakes his head. "He might not remember anything before the accident either."

I know I'm crying again because he hands me another tissue. I really hate it when I cry; I can't help but feel really vulnerable. I really don't know what to say. If Grissom forgets everything, how will he be able to go to work? This isn't right. I can't believe it was him and not me in the crash. The lab would be able to live without me, but him? I really doubt that.

"If it's any consolation-" The doctor pauses, he realizes that he still doesn't know my name.

"Sara, call me Sara."

"If it's any consolation, Sara, there are amnesia patients whose memories come back eventually."

I nod, but I know by the tone of his voice that this was a long shot. I've seen those people on the news and 'usual occurrences' usually never get into the news. "Do you think he'll be able to get back to work?"

"Oh, yes. I doubt the he's lost all his memory." He replies.

I force a smile and he smiles back, a bit relieved that he was finally able to say something positive. I know exactly what he's feeling. I can't even begin to describe how hard it is to knock on people's houses to tell them one of their family members has been hurt- or worse, killed.

Another question pops into my mind. "How long do you think-

He stops me. "Give or take a few years."

I run my fingers through my hair and watch as the doctor heads for another patient. I realize that I have to call Catherine and tell her what's happened. I have a feeling that this is going to be tougher for me than it is for her. She's known Grissom longer than I have.

I reach for my phone and dial Catherine's number. She answers the phone on the fourth ring and I hear her yawn. She must have been sleeping. I'd forgotten that she wasn't working today. I hate to disturb her but this was important.

"Catherine, something's happened."

I wait for her to reply but she doesn't. She was probably still to drowsy to talk. I hear her daughter, Lindsay; mumble something about food on the other line. I realize that she was waiting for me to continue.

I take a deep breath and decide to say everything at once. "Grissom's been in an accident. He's alive but he hit his head and the doctor thinks he'll lose some of his memory. I'm at the Desert Palms and I think-

"Slow down, Sara." She tells me. She's surprisingly calm. I know that I'm blabbing. I can't help it. This is just too much for me. I'm still feeling guilty. I still can't believe I ignored him when he needed my help. Some friend I was.

"I'm sorry I-

"I'm on my way there." She pauses. "How'd you find out?"

I groan inwardly. "He called me."

"Called you?"

A sigh escapes my lips. I tell her everything that's happened.

I hear an engine run and I realize that she's started her car. "Catherine, maybe I should say goodbye. I don't want anymore-

"Sure." I hear her chuckle.

I am forced to smile but I can't. I have too much going on.

"Oh and Sara," She tells me before she hangs up. "Don't worry, okay? He'll be fine."

I put my phone back into my pocket. I hope to God that he would be. I can't wait to see him. I have to apologize.

I catch a sight of the same doctor who informed me of Grissom's well-being. His face is apologetic and I see that he is talking to an old lady. From the looks of it, it was bad news. The lady isn't crying but I know she's sad. I've seen that face before. It was the same one I had when my father died.

I feel… empathy for the woman. Yes, that's what it is. She needs someone to hug her, to help her let it out. The doctor's standing there. He looks concerned but I can tell that he has no idea what to do. I was the same way too a couple years ago,

When the doctor's told me that my father had died, I didn't know what I wanted. I was so confused and hurt that I didn't know how to let go of my emotions. Heck, I wanted so bad to cry- but I couldn't. I didn't realize that all I needed was a good old-fashioned hug until I met Hank.

Hank's a nice guy. I was never really in love with him- but nevertheless, he cheated on me and it burnt, bad. I felt betrayed but luckily Catherine was there for me. She gave me a hug and I cried like I've never cried before. I felt like I was letting go off a heavy burden.

I am tempted to come over and tell the old lady that everything is going to be alright- but I don't. I can't. I know that if I hug her, I'll start crying again and I don't think I can handle that. I don't want the team to see me with bags underneath my eyes when they get here.

"Sara!" I hear someone call me. I turn around and see Brass headed towards me, a confused look on his face. "What are you doing here?"

I meet him halfway and in a couple of unintelligible sentences, I tell him everything that's happened. I assume that Catherine had called him but I soon learn that I am wrong.

"How'd you find out?"

"I'm Grissom's emergency contact."

"Oh." I'm not surprised. Brass has been Grissom's friend for years- more than anyone I think. In our line of work, we spend more time with each other than we do our families. There are ups and downs that go with that- but I'm not really complaining because I've never had a family.

I realize that I must have been dazed when I feel Brass grab my hand and pull me towards the doctor. He recognizes me and smiles faintly. I can tell that tonight- err today wasn't a good day for him.

I shake my head- I don't even know what time it is.

Brass introduces himself and the doctor goes through everything that had happened. He also tells us that Grissom had just gotten out of surgery. He apologizes for not informing Brass right away- but it was the safest thing to do regarding the circumstances.

"Surgery?" I ask. I'm surprised. How long have I been waiting here? The doctor must have known what I was thinking because he points shows me his watch. 6:00 pm

"You've been here for 10 hours. You should go home and get some rest." The doctor estimates. I've been here 11 actually- but he doesn't need to know that.

"I'm fine." I reply.

Brass frowns. "You haven't slept in two days Sara."

"I slept after Grissom sent me home. I'm not leaving until I see Grissom. I just want to see if he's okay."

"How long was that? 5 minutes?" He says sarcastically.

I keep my silence.

He must have realized that this was one battle he wasn't going to win because he shakes his head and shrugs at the doctor. "When can we see him?"

"You can see him right now-" He tells us and he motions for the nurse to come over. He tells her to send us to Grissom's room and I smile inwardly. I'm still worried but at least now I'll be able to see him.

I look at the old woman one last time before I follow Brass and the nurse further into the hallway. A younger man is talking to her now- her grandson most likely. He gives her a hug and I realize that she was going to be fine. I'm happy for her but I can't help feel somewhat jealous.

Sighing, I walk over to where Brass and the nurse were.