A/Ns: Hey guys, I continue this sad story, but first, a warning:

STRONG T- THIS EXPLAINS WHY

THIS CONTAINS SUICIDE AND CHARACTER HARM. IF YOU KNOW ANYONE WHO IS HARMING THEMSELVES, OR YOU ARE HARMING YOUR SELF, TALK TO SOMEONE.

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Grissom was speeding down the road, with Catherine in the passenger seat.

"Come on Sara, pick up the phone. Pick up the damn phone." He said under his breath as he anxiously listened to the dialling tone on his cellphone.

"Shit! She's not picking up." He told Catherine, as he took a shortcut through an alley.

"We'll find her Gil, we'll find her." Catherine said to Grissom, trying to comfort him. She knew that things had been hard for the Grissoms, but she had no idea that Sara was this depressed.

Grissom braked so hard outside the apartment, that they almost had whiplash. They got out and ran as fast as they could to the front door, to find it unlocked.

CSI:

"Sara?!" Grissom shouted, as loud as it was possible to. He ran into the living room, and saw Sara on her side, lying on the couch.

"Shit. Catherine, call 911!" Grissom ordered.

There was vomit on the couch, aswell as around Sara's mouth. He quickly put his fingers to her neck, to check her pulse.

For Catherine and Grissom, it was as if it was all in slow motion. Catherine was losing a good friend, whilst Grissom was losing his wife and the mother of his child.

"I got a pulse!" Grissom screamed out.

Both Catherine and Grissom felt a little relieved, there was a chance that Sara would survive.

CSI:

"Sara? Sara? It's me, Gil." He said, desperate for her to wake up, but she lay there.

Catherine walked into the kitchen.

"Grissom! Get in here!" She called out.

He ran into the kitchen, dying to know what Catherine had found.

Catherine pointed to the pill bottle, there it was on the counter. There was a half empty bottle of wine next to it.

"My Depakote. Wine? There wasn't supposed to be any alcohol in this house. Not since we found out about Sara's.." He paused for a moment, realising that they had left her unconscious.

"Shit, Sara." He said to himself, as he ran back into the living room.

He checked again for a pulse.

"Oh, thank God. She's still alive, but she's fading!" He told Catherine.

CSI:

About a minute later, they heard sirens.

"Emergency Services! Open up please!" It was a male voice, emerging from out side.

Catherine ran and let them in.

A couple of minutes later, they lifted Sara onto a gurney, and wheeled her outside as fast as they could.