It's been a rough two weeks and Grissom's finally conscious. I don't know whether I should be happy that he is or if I should be angry that he 'decided' to wake up right after the day I actually decided to go to work. What happened to the past thirteen days? I was there. Why couldn't he have just woken up then?

"Finally." I whisper when the lights turn green.

I've been stuck in traffic for a couple of hours. Dumb rush hour. I check my watch and groan. 5:45 pm. The whole team's in the hospital except for me. I had to work overtime on some paperwork on the case I'd been working on.

On the bright side, at least they won't be able to start partying without me. Greg left all the food in my car because his car was "jam-packed" – his words, not mine. For all I know he probably brought Grissom a wreath or something. I swear Grissom's room is filled with flowers- most of them from Greg.

I reach for my phone and answer it. It's been ringing of the hook ever since I told them that I was on my way. I'm not surprised. I have all their food.

"I'm on my way." I answer, not bothering to check who had called.

The accent gave the caller way. Nick. "Sara, maybe you should just come by later."

I raise my brow. "Nick, it's not my fault I'm late. Blame the traffic jam."

"That's not what I meant. We need to tell you something before you come here."

"Tell me what?" I ask. "Look, I've been wanting to talk to Grissom for weeks."

"I know Sara but-

"But what?"

"You know what, just come over here and I'll explain everything."

"Tell me now."

"Now?"

I look at the cars in front of me. I won't be able to go anywhere in an hour so I had time. Not mention the fact that I was bored out of my mind in this traffic jam. If I wasn't I never would've answered Nick's call.

"Why not? I have time." I tell him.

He doesn't reply right away and I realize that he's actually thinking about whatever he wants to tell me. In those few seconds, lots of things run through my mind. Was Grissom still mad at me for the spat we had? I doubted it. The guy doesn't usually carry a grudge. Well, if he did it's pretty hard to notice it- seeing as he's an enigma.

"Sara, how long have you known Grissom?"

"About 7 years? Why?" I ask.

"I don't think he'll remember you."

I feel the color leave my face. "What? Why?"

"He's known Greg for 8 and he didn't even recognize him." He pauses. "Sara, I don't think you should come here. I-

"I'm not. I'm just gonna go, um, think for awhile." I tell him, not bothering to tell him that I'd decided not to come seconds before he had asked me too. I'm hurt but at least I'm out of the traffic jam. Who am I kidding?