A.N./ This chapter is dedicated to Matt and Nat - who are making me laugh while I'm spell checking this! So if there are any mistakes it's their fault! This one has some moments which I felt were necessary to include - but to reassure those reading it it will be snickers at the end! It's not as fast moving as some of the others, but the next one will be good, promise!
Chapter 5
When Sara awoke the next morning, she lay in bed, trying desperately to remember the dream she had been having. It had involved someone she was sure she knew very well, but she couldn't for the life of her remember his name. She had been looking at him, and wishing he loved her the same way she loved him.
A noise from the bed next to her startled her, and so she looked over at the person lying in it. It was that cute Texan man … Nick was his name, she thought. Again she seemed to recognise him, she had a vague memory of him giving her a hug. It was because … no, it was no good, she couldn't remember. She sighed quietly.
"Hey," Nick smiled at her, "how you doing?"
Sara smiled back. Whenever she talked to him, as she had done yesterday for a little while before going to sleep, she felt a bit better. She was still trying to figure out why.
"I'm, good, my leg doesn't hurt as much any more!"
Nick suddenly looked stricken. "About that, Sara, I'm so sorry! I really am! I swear I didn't mean-"
"Nick! Don't worry, I know you didn't mean to! We were just goofing around and then you-" She broke off.
Nick was staring at her in amazement. "Oh my god! You … you remember?"
Sara just sat there. It was like a scene was playing out in her head. She watched as Nick was laughing at her, and covered her eyes, and then she felt herself being pushed again, falling on the floor, and then saw the cabinet come crashing down. She shut her eyes, wincing at the memory.
"Sara? Nick asked worriedly, she looked like she was remembering something very painful. He got out of bed, wobbling a bit, and came and sat on the edge of her bed.
Sara opened her eyes when she felt a warm hand close around hers, and a gentle thumb brush over her knuckles, sending shivers down her spine, and she knew she wasn't cold. She tried to ignore that and focused on answering Nick.
"I saw it all! I remembered!" she told him excitedly.
"Saw what exactly?" asked Grissom as he walked in.
Sara's breath caught in her chest. That was the man from her dream. The one she had been wishing loved her as much as she loved him. Strange, she didn't feel like she loved him looking at him now. Maybe those feelings were still lost in her at the moment. She decided to ignore all ideas of love and relationships at the moment – maybe she already had a boyfriend? She had no idea.
"I remembered what happened on the day of the accident!" she told Grissom. "I remembered Nick came in, and covered my eyes, asking me to guess who it was. I guessed right, and then he came around to stop in front of me. I said something about ...about guessing again?" She looked questioningly at Nick, as though checking this was right.
"Yeah, I said guess again, and then when I took my hands away you sounded sad that you couldn't guess again, so I moved forward to cover your eyes with my hands, so you could guess again and, um, failed to spot that the corner of the table was there." He looked sheepish.
By this time the rest of the CSI team had traipsed into the room and, having grabbed chairs and sat down, were listening carefully.
"Oh, so that's what you were doing, covering my eyes! All I remember is you pushing me! I did wonder why!" she added laughingly.
"I was just trying to cover Sara's eyes," Nick told all the CSI's, turning around to look at them, with his face turning bright red, and letting go of Sara's hand, before someone noticed.
"What, with your body and the cupboard?" Warrick asked him, sarcastically.
"Shut up," Nick muttered as everyone laughed.
"Anyway," Catherine interrupted, "how are you feeling today Sara?"
"I have a bit of a headache, but that only came from remembering the incident, and it's fading now, and my leg doesn't hurt as much!"
"The headache is probably because your mind had to handle the input of data without being prepared. Every memory we have contains a huge amount of information, thousands of megabytes of…"
Greg trailed off as he realised everyone was staring at him.
Grissom cleared his throat. "Anyway, Sara, we're glad you're feeling better! Do you remember anything else?"
Sara knew that remembering this was the first step, however she, like everyone else, knew that there was a long way to go, and so she hated to disappoint them again, but she had to tell them the truth.
"Sorry, that's it. Just the one memory so far."
Grissom looked slightly confused. He was sure he had seen a sort of flicker of recognition in her eyes when she had seen him walk in. Maybe she remembered some of her feelings for him? He hoped so. Then he could have a nice talk with her about perhaps starting something up between them. Until then, however, he would keep quiet.
"Well," said Warrick, breaking the silence that had followed Sara's statement, "it seems Nick brings these memories out of you then! It's probably a good idea to stay around him for a bit, it might help you remember more."
Nick looked at his friend, who was now trying desperately to restrain a laugh at the angry look Nick was giving him. Luckily, no one else noticed, and so no one was surprised when Grissom ordered Nick to take some time off work for the next few weeks and spend it with Sara, in order to help her remember.
Although Grissom would have preferred to do it himself, he wanted Sara to remember her feelings as soon as possible, so he could talk to her.
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