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Greg and Sara face a traumatic event at a crime scene. Characters not mine, Song is Aly and AJ's.

Wish I could erase the past
Wish I could bring you back

If I knew that you were mine
I wouldn't have wasted time
I wish I could erase the past
Now its all collapsed
In my lap

Chapter 9:

Sara sighed, sipping the cup of coffee she'd gotten at the cafeteria as she waited for the elevator to arrive on the first floor.

It had been a week since they'd knocked Greg out and the doctors were planning on waking him soon. Grissom was the only one who knew the details of what had occurred, unless, of course, he told the rest of the team. Sara had stayed at the hospital, refusing to leave Greg's side for more than minutes at a time; in fact, she'd even taken to sleeping beside him. The doctors had not been overly thrilled with this but when they looked at his EEG, which often showed the man was still in pain, tended to be in less when she held him.

The elevator finally arrived and she stepped on, absent-mindedly taking another sip of coffee while pressing the button to the floor Greg's room was on.

"Miss. Sidle?" Dr. Nikura said, appearing down the hall when she stepped out on the right floor.

She looked up at him hopefully. "Yes?"

"We've taken him off the Thiopental, he should be waking up sometime within the next several hours." He said, proceeding on his way.

Sara smiled, rushing quickly back to Greg's room. She set the half empty cup of coffee down on the table and sat on the edge of the bed. "You get to wake up soon, hopefully you'll feel a lot better when you do. I want to talk to you again, I miss not being able to hear you talking back." She whispered, laying down beside him, maneuvering to rest under his arm.

Greg yawned, bringing a hand up to rub his eyes which took a few seconds to focus correctly. His throat was dry and he had a headache, but the pain he'd felt before was gone. Looking to his left he saw the EKG machine beeping steadily. The incessant noise not helping his throbbing head. "How do they expect anyone to sleep with that damn beeping…?" he asked himself, not expecting an answer to the question.

"Well, if it stops beeping, you're going to be sleeping a lot longer than you planned." Sara's familiar voice said. He laughed lightly, wondering how he'd missed the fact that she was curled up against his side.

"How long was I out?" he asked, looking longingly at the Styrofoam cup that sat a few feet away. "Can I have something to drink?"

She smiled. "A week. And, I'm not sure if Dr. Nikura wants you to drink anything yet, it might make you sick with the meds still in your system. Besides, that coffee is cold and wasn't very good to begin with."

"At the moment I would eat human soup. I really could care less as long as it's liquid." He replied, cringing at his cannibalistic memory.

"it smells like you did." She teased, knowing he hadn't brushed his teeth in a week.

He stuck his tongue out at her.

"I'll go see what I can do." She said, sitting up.

He pulled her back down. "No, stay here." He whispered. "I feel better with you here."

She nodded, resting her head against his chest. "Alright." She replied, snuggling close to him. "I'm glad you're okay." She said.

"How long have you been here?"

She looked down, sheepishly. "A week."

"You've been here the entire time?"

She nodded. "Except for the collective hour I used for coffee runs. And the twenty minutes Grissom was here. The others tried to get in, too, but they limited your visitors." She said, but was also glad that she didn't have to answer all of their questions.

"Ah," Dr. Nikura said, stepping into the room. "You're awake."

Greg nodded. "And thirsty."

Dr. Nikura laughed. "We'll take care of that soon, but right now we need to check your vitals and make sure the meds didn't have any negative side effects."

After this evaluation and classifying the headache as one of those pesky side effects, was Greg allowed to drink anything, something of which he was not hesitant to do.

"You're a very lucky man, Mr. Sanders." Dr. Nikura said, standing in the doorway. "You got out of the situation with your life and you're lucky you didn't loose your legs."

Greg nodded his thanks to the man and turned his attention back to Sara after they were alone again. "Thank you." He said, pressing a passionate kiss to her lips.

"For what?" she asked, her arms wrapped around his torso.

"For everything." He replied, leaning down to kiss her again, but was interrupted when several people appeared in the room.

"Greg!" Nick yelled stepping into the room. "Are you feeling okay?"

"How are ya, man?" Warrick asked.

"What happened?" Catherine added steeping into the room as well, Lindsay behind her. Grissom stood in the doorway as the doctor had done not a moment earlier, suddenly regretting his decision to inform the team that6 Greg was awake.

Greg and Sara glared at their supervisor.

"Well, that headache won't be going away anytime this century…" Greg rolled his eyes, pulling his pillow over his face. Sara pulled it away. "Trapped under a boulder. Long story…" he said, answering Catherine's question.

"Guys, calm down or you'll get us kicked out." Grissom reprimanded his team.

Lindsay sat at the foot of Greg's now rather crowded bed. "Are you okay, Uncle Greg?" she asked.

"Yes, Linds, I'm fine now." He replied, before looking at the others. "See, now she asked calmly, without yelling." He directed that pointedly at Nick who hadn't made a very subtle entrance.

Nick rolled his eyes, quickly apologizing. "How did you get stuck under a boulder?" he asked.

"I don't want to explain it…" he groaned.

"Okay, Warrick said, holding his hands up defensively. "We can take a hint. We'll bombard you with questions when you come back to work. We all know you want to be alone with Sara." The older man teased him, a comment to which Greg replied by flipping him off.

"Everyone out." Grissom ordered, smiling apologetically at Greg and Sara.

After several moments of protesting Greg and Sara were alone again. "I thought they'd never leave…" Greg sighed.

"They were only here five minutes…" Sara laughed.

"Five minutes I could've spent holding you." He replied, smiling as he rested his head against hers.

She leaned up, kissing him softly. "That make up for it?" she asked, her hand finding his.

He nodded. "I love you so much." He said. "I didn't think I'd get the chance to tell you that when we were up there." He said.

"I love you, too." She said, smiling as he pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead. "Let's just be glad you're gonna be okay…" she said.

He nodded. "Sounds like a good plan."

Okay… There will be one more chapter of this, though I have no idea what its going to be yet… And be glad, I have yet to slaughter anyone with my driving abilities. 'Pedestrian! 10 Points!' –laughs- Anyway, I'll update as soon as I think of something… And I fixed the lyrics I messed up last chapter… Review! Enjoy!