Chapter Twelve.

Grissom decided to let Sara rest for a while. When he left the hospital to go to his condo, she was fast asleep. He figured he would go home, have a shower, change clothes, and try to eat something. Gil wasn't that tired, and he wouldn't be able to sleep anyway, so there was no point trying to.

Gil had gotten to the hospital in the ambulance that brought Sara there, so he called a taxi to get to Sara's apartment, where his car was, and drove home.

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Grissom left his house about two hours later, he drove his car back to the hospital. He walked through the halls of the very white medical center to Sara's room.

"Greg?" Gil asked as he entered the room. Greg had been facing Sara, he turned to Grissom who was now standing in the doorway.

"Hey, I just got here. I heard what happened." Greg said.

"How did you hear about it?" Gil asked.

"Catherine, Nick and Warrick are on the case, on Ecklie's orders." Greg answered.

"He can't do that." Gil said firmly.

"That's what they told him, but he's the assistant lab director, so apparently he can." Greg explained.

"Well, I was going to put them on the case anyway, so I'll let it go." Grissom said, thinking out loud.

"I thought Brass got the guy?" Greg said.

"We still need evidence, Greg. You never know what could happen." Gil lectured. Greg turned back to Sara.

"She's still sleeping." Greg said.

"Actually, I'm not." Sara said and opened her eyes.

"How... long have you been awake?" Greg asked her.

"Since before Grissom got here. Did you know that you talk to yourself?" Sara said.

Greg smiled, and blushed slightly. "Good to see you're okay." Greg said and left the room.

Sara's eyes moved to Grissom, and her smile faded. She saw the worry in his face, and she knew why.

"You heard the news." Sara said quietly. Grissom sat down in the chair beside Sara's bed, then stared at her. There was a long silence, filled with only the two of them staring at each other.

Grissom finally broke it, "yes, Sara, I did."

"Well?" Sara asked.

"I'm.. I'm.. I think..." Grissom tried to say. He paused and gathered his thoughts. "I'm scared."

Sara tilted her head slightly to the side. "Why?"

"I don't know what's going to happen to you." Gil answered. Sara stayed quiet. Again, they both stared at each other. Again, Grissom broke the silence. "You might not be able to work."

Sara sighed. "I'm going to end up where my Mom was, aren't I?"

"What do you mean?" Gil asked.

"I'm going to end up in a mental institution," she answered.

Grissom didn't answer. He didn't know what would happen to her, and he didn't want to think about it.

Sara turned her head. "That's a yes."

Sara paused, then spoke. "Sara, I... don't know." She saw water in Gil's eyes. Is he crying? she thought. A tear fell down his cheek. He is...

A nurse walked into the room. "Sorry to interrupt, but Miss Sidle, we have to switch you into another room." The nurse helped Sara into a wheelchair. As she pushed Sara out of the room, Grissom followed. "we'll get your cards and things later." The nurse said.

They went into an elevator and went down a couple of floors. The nurse pushed Sara out of the elevator and walked past a sign, but Grissom stopped to read it. No... she can't.., Grissom thought.

But she can, Grissom.

Her new room is in the Psych Ward.