Emotions were askew within the library. Tears fell down most everyone's face. Grissom however sat stoic within his chair, the only hint of emotion upon him was the fact that he kept wringing his hands together. He had not said a word since the screen had shown up with Sara's image.
Brass had come to try and help or comfort the team but had left as soon as Sara started screaming. For in his heart he felt like Sara's surrogate father, and as a father could not bare to watch his precious child suffer when he could not protect her.
Catherine sat in tears, sobbing, for she could not imagine how much pain the poor girl was in. She sobbed for if Sara died, she would never get the chance to say that she was sorry for being unkind to her over the years and not respecting her enough as a co-worker. Catherine sobbed because she might never get the chance to know her as a friend. She sobbed because she felt the guilt tugging at her heart for not knowing her.
Warrick sat holding his best game face on, though it was mocked by the tears that fell gradually down his face. He was afraid, although he would never admit it, that he would never get to hang out with Sara again like the old days. When Sara, Nick, and himself would go out for a drink every now and then or just went to one another's houses to play a game of cards or to watch a movie. He was afraid that he was about to lose one of the best friends he had ever had.
Greg sat stiffly in his chair, mesmerized by the images that he watched, the images that he did not even begin to believe. For if he believed what his eyes showed him, he may never be able to see the old Sara. The smiling one that he could joke around with, the one he could playfully flirt with, the one he was so easily comforted by when she laughed at one of his corny jokes. If Greg believed what he saw, he may never be able to stop feeling the pain that threatened to overrun him.
Nick knew. He knew what it felt like to be helpless, to not be able to fight back. He knew and felt the pain rising in his throat, the pain that one tries to suppress when they are about to let everything fall. His eyes cried and his heart hurt, for he too knew that he may never see Sara again. Never see her sideways smile or see how her curly hair, when she left it that way, coiled around her face. He may never hear her airless voice or her soft humming as she worked. He would never again feel the love she gave or the reassurance she had given when he was lost. He would never know what else she had to offer.
The room stayed eerily quiet. None spoke. All they could do was watch as Sara lay unmoving in her confinement. All they could do was sit silent in the darkened room illuminated only by the computer screen. None spoke, for they were afraid that if they did the connection they had between Sara and themselves would be lost. Afraid of missing one second of her image that played ethereal across their faces.
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