Author's Note: Depressing eh? Note to self, stop listening to emo friends at school.
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Sara was shaking uncontrollably as Brass pulled her into a standing position, helping her towards his car.
"Are you sure it's Greg?" he asked. Sara nodded, her eyes flooding with tears. Brass sighed, putting a hand on her shoulder. "I'm going to call Grissom, you're too emotionally involved here Sara, Greg was your protégé." Brass said, pulling out his cell phone. He expected Sara to protest at getting pulled off the case but she didn't. Instead she just sat there, staring at her hands as the tears fell from her eyes and onto her clothes.
"Hello?" Grissom's voice asked.
"Gil, its Brass. Listen, I need another CSI on this case, probably one from days. Christianson didn't know who it was that was killed but Sara….well, lets just say she's not in the best shape right now. Can you have someone pick her up from the scene please?"
"What do you mean Jim? Who's the DB?"
"It's Greg Sanders. Gil, I don't know how this happened."
"What! Oh God, I'll be there in a couple minutes, just keep Sara away from the body alright?"
"She's already seen it, she's the one who ID-ed."
"Oh…I'll be right there…" – click –
Brass shoved the cell phone back in his pocket and sighed. Sara was utterly distraught, rocking herself back and forth slightly in the passenger's seat of his car.
"Sara, Grissom's coming out here to get you okay?" he said. Sara just nodded weakly before her eyes rolled back into her head and she fell into unconsciousness.
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When Grissom arrived at the warehouse he found Brass trying to get Sara up off the ground. After her fainting spell she had broken into sobs again and was currently on the pavement, positioned on all fours, crying. She had also been sick to her stomach again and by what Grissom could see she was most likely going to pass out if someone didn't stop her soon.
"Sara, come on, I'm going to take you home," Grissom announced, pulling her to her feet and towards his lab SUV.
"No! I don't want to go home! This isn't happening! I REFUSE to believe that Greg is dead!" she yelled angrily. Grissom sighed, ignoring her protests and he got her into the front seat and closed the door. He then jogged back over to Brass.
"Call Ecklie and tell him I want to know everything that he does alright?"
"You've got it Gil. I'll call you as soon as I know anything." Brass responded. And with that Grissom went back to the car.
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Sara didn't even know where she was, all she knew was that Grissom had gotten out of the car and was talking to Catherine. She watched as the blonde gasped and started to sob, a hand covering her mouth. Sara could barely hear what Grissom was saying, but she could make out:
"Cath, take…apartment please, I need….eye on her….what she could get into."
Sara guessed that he was talking about her, figuring that she was going to kill herself. To be honest, Sara wanted to die. She wanted to wake up and find out that all of this was just a horrible, horrible nightmare. Within a few seconds Cath was at the car, opening the driver's side door and getting in.
"I'm going to take you home okay? Sara?" Cath asked, looking sorrowfully at the brunette whose void eyes were fixed on the dash board.
"Okay…" Sara managed, a tear sliding down her cheek as Catherine turned on the engine and started the SUV.
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It took them 20 minutes to reach Sara's apartment complex, where Catherine took the younger woman upstairs.
"Are you going to be okay by yourself Sara? I can stay if you want me to," the blonde offered.
"Stay, please…I don't trust myself alone…" Sara confessed as she shakily unlocked her door. The two women entered the dark living room, Sara flicking on the light, only to fall into sobs again as her eyes settled on the staff picture that hung on the wall. Greg has his arms around her waist and she was laughing. He was so handsome, so caring, so alive in the picture and now he was gone.
Catherine gently took Sara by the arm, leading her to the bedroom.
"You need to lie down Sara." Cath said, gently pushing Sara towards the bed. Sara gave Catherine a sad glance before sitting down on the mattress, her eyes on the ground. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"I just…I can't…how can he be gone Cat? How? I just talked to him a couple hours ago and now…oh God," Sara rambled, bursting into more significant tears, her head in her hands. Catherine walked over to the bed and sat down next to Sara, pulling her into a hug.
"I dunno Sara, it all seems so unreal to me too. But we've gotta get through this, we have to catch the guy who did this, it's the only thing we can do right now."
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A/N: Hmm, Cath reminds me of the grief counselor at the funeral home where my dad works...hope she doesn't have access to a large pad of paper and purple markers...
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