Sara was given a clean bill of health, which she had Grissom to thank for.
"You're very lucky, Miss Sidle, a few minutes longer and your mental state would have likely been affected," the doctor said to her before leaving.
Gil walked in shortly after. "Hey," he whispered, looking around the room. "You look better…" was given idly.
Sara smiled, refusing to look at her supervisor. "Thanks. For being there," she paused, "and for saving me…"
"It was nothing."
"No, it wasn't. If you hadn't of come when you did… I'd probably be dead," she murmured, finally turning her eyes towards Grissom.
One look at her and he knew she meant it, and that scared the hell out of him.
It scared the hell out of her too.
Grissom was at her side in a heartbeat, quick to take her hand in his.
"Shouldn't you be at work, Grissom?" the woman questioned, catching a glimpse of Catherine through the door.
"There weren't any new cases, and…" he paused, taking a deep breath, "you're more important to me, anyway."
Sara offered a hint of a smile, before looking at the door.
"Miss Sidle."
"Doctor Albreight."
"There'd doesn't appear to be any trauma, so we'll be releasing you today. Under the condition that you go home, get something to eat, and a good nights sleep."
Before Sara could respond the door swung open one more time, letting Catherine Willows in.
"Hi, sorry to interrupt, but I need to talk to Grissom," she said, causing Grissom to stand and exit the room.
Out in the hall Catherine had just closed the door behind herself and Gil.
"So, I made a few phone calls. Greg'll be at the lab in thirty minutes," she started, stopping Grissom before he could speak. "It's quiet at the lab, I made another phone call, Gil, don't argue. I'll take Lindsey and I'll cover your shift for tonight. That way you can be with Sara, maybe even pull your head away from your microscope."
Gil opened his mouth to argue, but was silenced again.
"Listen, Sara needs you right now, and, believe it or not, you need her too. You need her more than you know."
"This was supposed to be your day off, you were going to make turkey."
"And I will. Listen, I talked to Lindsey, she's okay with this. Go, take care of her Gil," Catherine stated. "I'll drive you and Sara back to her place to get the Denali," the woman stated, patting her supervisor on the arm.
"Thanks Cath. I think Sara and I need to have a small discussion as it is."
Catherine nodded. "I know you do, about more than one thing too, I'm sure," the woman gave with a hint of a smirk.