A.N./ Here's the next bit. I apologise to all those who have reviewed saying something along the lines of "oh no, not amnesia, surely she remembers Nick, you are so mean!" It was crucial to my story plan, and I'll make up for in later chapters!

Chapter 4

A short while later Sara found herself surrounded by the entire CSI team of friends with whom she had been working for about 5 years, minus Nick of course. Unfortunately the way they were all looking at her was only serving to make her more nervous, as she did not recognise any of them.

Catherine stared at Sara in shock. After some very long pleading and questioning they had convinced the receptionist of the hospital to tell them what room Sara was in. Yet when they arrived there, they were told that Sara had amnesia from the blow to the head she had sustained. The MRI they had taken upon her arrival at the hospital had revealed nothing unusual, however she did have a concussion, and a broken leg, due to the way the cupboard had landed on her.

Unfortunately the doctor who had been by to see them couldn't tell them whether the amnesia was temporary or permanent. It may just be while she suffered with concussion, or it might never return. The doctor had recommended that she surround herself with people she was used to spending time with, and immerse herself in familiar surroundings, once she was able to go home, of course.

So Sara sat there, waiting for someone to speak, and so try to trigger her memories into remembering something. Finally Grissom was the first to speak.

"So you really don't recognise any of us?"

His voice was filled with a sort of sad despair. Gone were the hopes of sparking a relationship between them. He thought he might still try, but he would rather try when she knew who he was, as he felt he had a better chance if she knew who he was and remembered how she felt about him.

Sara shook her head sadly. Looking at the people around her she could see the hope in their eyes that she would remember at least one of them, and she hated to let them down, but she had no choice.

"I wish I did! You've all told me your names, but neither those nor your faces trigger any kind of memory. I'm sorry!"

"No, Sara, I'm the one who's sorry!"

Everyone spun around upon hearing Nick's voice, as he was wheeled into the same ward in a wheelchair, and pushed next to her bed. "It was my fault that you fell off your chair, because I tripped, and in a way pushed you. And so it is also my fault that you have amnesia and a broken leg." A nurse had come and told him Sara's condition when his MRI had finished.

Sara stared at this newcomer. He was extremely handsome, and had a very cute Texan accent. And his face triggered something familiar for just a second … and then it was gone, it had slipped away.

Everyone saw the brief expression of recognition that flitted across her face for those few seconds. Greg was the first to voice this.

"Did you recognise Nick? It looked like you did! Did any memory return?"

Sara shook her head no sadly. "I had this brief feeling of knowing him, but then it disappeared, it didn't even last long enough for me to remember your name!" she told the young man apologetically.

Nick smiled sadly at her, feeling an enormous amount of guilt course through his veins and settle heavily on his heart. This was all his fault. No one else's. Just his.

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Nick lay in his hospital bed, trying to sleep, but it was hard. He looked over at Sara sleeping peacefully in the next bed. He couldn't believe that he had caused her to lose her memory, or to break her leg. He hated the fact that he had caused her pain, and the memory loss was the worst. She didn't remember him, Catherine, Warrick, Grissom, Greg … anyone from where they worked. She had called her brother, and could still remember her family and childhood, she just couldn't remember anything relating to her work here in L.A. It was something to do with the part of her brain that had been subjected to the most shock and shaking due to her concussion. It was the part that dealt with long-term memory, but only a small portion of it was affected.

At that point he heard someone walking quietly towards his bed. He squinted to try to work out who it was in the darkness. When the figure sat down in a chair next to his bed he realised who it was. Warrick.

"Listen, Nick," he whispered, so as not to wake Sara, "I have to tell you this, otherwise I know you'll never do it yourself!"

Nick looked at him, confused. "Okay," he said slowly and quietly.

"It's obvious how much you like Sara, hell, I might even go as far as to say that you love her! But, quite frankly, it's getting on my nerves that you still haven't done anything about it! Not everyone knows, however. And, if I were you, I'd do something about it before it becomes common knowledge!"

Nick stared at him. Were his feelings for Sara really that obvious?

"Okay," he said again to Warrick. "So … what are you suggesting I do?"

Warrick felt like physically shaking some sense into his friend. How hard was it to pick up on what he was saying?

"Ask her out on a date! You two will be here in the hospital for a while, you both have a concussion, and she has a broken leg. You'll be alone together! It's the perfect opportunity!"

Nick looked over at Sara sadly. "Warrick, she doesn't even remember who I am. And it's all because of me. You really think she'd want to go out with me after that?"

Warrick followed his gaze to Sara, sleeping soundly, and then looked back at Nick. Even in the tiny amount of light from the moon filtering through the curtains he could see the longing on his friend's face as he watched Sara sleep. He could also see love … and guilt. Nick was completely blaming himself.

"Nick." Warrick waited until Nick tore his gaze away from Sara to look at him before continuing. "Trust me, she looked at you yesterday, and she recognised you. Maybe not completely, but she obviously has some memories of you that are much closer to the surface than memories of us."

Nick looked slightly heartened by this, but before he could reply, Warrick went on.

"And you owe it to her to talk to her for a while anyway. She obviously remembers you more, so talking to you has the best chance of triggering more memories, and I'm willing to bet Grissom will say the same thing. So I'd definitely talk to her as much as possible … for her sake, if not for yours."

Warrick felt slightly mean playing on his friend's feelings of guilt like this, but he also knew it had the best chance of making Nick talk to Sara, and so he was prepared to do whatever he could to help them get together.

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