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A/N: Okay, so here's another chapter. I know for those of you reading Haunting Insanity, that I really should update that. So, don't worry, I am working on that, but I keep on having ideas for this.

Well, I noticed I forgot to add something when I had the nurse list Sara's injuries, and what I had forgotten really should have been in there, so here's the paragraph again so you don't have to go back to the previous chapter and search for it:

"Okay," the nurse said, passing him the bags of everything she had collected. Speaking to Grissom more than Sara, she said, "Her injuries aren't severe so you don't have to worry about that too much. The gash on her forehead has seventeen stitches; her abdomen and lower back are bruised up, along with the bruise on her face. She does have some vaginal tearing, but it's nothing serious. Also, she has a minor concussion, so she'll probably get some headaches, but that's normal. If her vision blurs any more than it is now, or she feels any dizziness at all, please bring her back here immediately. She really should stay awake for the next 24 hours so the effects of the concussion don't spread, but if she does go to sleep, just make sure to wake her every hour… I didn't find any semen in the vaginal vault, which, as you know, suggests that your suspect wore a condom… I think that's everything. Good luck catching this guy."

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The silence of the drive hung around them like a thick fog as they drove to the townhouse. Though Grissom had tried to get her to talk, she remained silent. Her hand had been clasped in his between them, but as time went by, she slowly slipped her fingers away, wrapping her arms around herself and leaning her head against the cool glass of the car window. It looked as if she were staring out the window, though she really wasn't focusing or seeing anything at all. The way she was recoiling spoke volumes to him, she wanted to be left alone and as far away from him as possible, whether it was specifically him or anyone else for that matter, he couldn't tell. Grissom just hoped that she knew he would help her through this and not let her suffer alone.

Sara ambled out of the car once they were parked in the driveway of the townhouse. She clutched Grissom's jacket, which he had wrapped around her shoulders after they'd exited the hospital, tighter around her. She waited at the door for Grissom to unlock it, considering her keys, cell-phone, and what not were all bagged as evidence.

She slid the jacket off, hanging it up near the front door. She heard Grissom moving around in the kitchen, it sounded like he was going to make tea: the cupboard next to the refrigerator opened with a squeak like it always did and, after he removed the teakettle, she heard the faucet turn on and the low echoing noise as he filled the metal kettle. She heard him place the teakettle on the stove and click the flame on.

While he waited for the water to boil, he made his way back into the hallway, sliding his shoes off. He was surprised to see her still standing there, and so he led her to the couch, informing her the tea would be ready in a few minutes. She stared down at her shaking hands, her legs curled beneath her on the sofa, as she played with the fabric of the hospital gown. The whistle of the teakettle sounded from the kitchen before he could speak again.

She heard him close the cabinet above the sink after taking out a coffee mug for the tea, along with a teabag. He reentered the living room a few moments later, tea in hand. Sara hadn't shifted her gaze and was still playing with the edge of the hospital gown. Grissom kneeled down so he was at her eye level; he wrapped her trembling hands around the coffee mug as he met her gaze.

"Why don't I go draw you a bath?" he said, not as much a question, but instead just to inform her. "You're probably sore; a warm bath will help soothe the pain." She nodded her head in agreement. Her body was sore, her muscles ached and the bruises littering her body felt as if they were throbbing.

Grissom left the room again as he went upstairs. Sara was relieved that he hadn't brought her something to eat. If her mind wandered she wouldn't be able to hold anything down, and her stomach was already acting up as she sipped the tea. Quickly drawing her attention away from her thoughts, she focused on following the pattern of the grain marks on the maple wood coffee table.

Realizing that the rest of the tea had gone cold as she attempted to occupy her mind, Sara made her way into the kitchen, placing the cup in the sink. She heard Grissom's footsteps as he traveled down the wood stairs. She was leaning against the counter, her eyes again focused downward, when he entered.

"Sara?" he said. When she looked up he continued, "Your bath is ready." She walked to the stairs and he followed behind her.

After entering the bathroom, Grissom helped her untie the back of the hospital gown.

"Stop!" she all but shouted at him, when he moved to take the clothing from her shoulders. She hadn't meant to sound angry, normally she would've greatly accepted his help to undress her, but right now she was fearful, even if it was only Grissom who was in the room with her. "Please don't," she continued, as she covered his hands with hers, this time her voice much quieter. She didn't have to explain her reasons behind her outburst, he completely understood, having had experience with rape victims before, but that was different, that was work related, this was personal. Looking into her brown eyes, it only took him a second to realize that she was, indeed, slightly terrified. And, though she didn't have as much control over her feelings now as she usually would, it hurt him that he was causing her this fear.

Cupping the side of her bruised face with his hand, he lightly kissed her lips, before soundlessly exiting the bathroom and entering the bedroom. He focused his attention on gathering her sleep clothes, rather than thinking about the panic he had caused her.

She removed the rest of the hospital clothes from her body, leaving them in a pile on the bathroom floor, and then tied her hair up with a rubber band. Stepping into the warm, bubble-filled, and lavender scented bathwater, she felt the tension leave her body. Sinking into the bubbles, she let the sweet lavender soothe her.

After settling into the hot water, it took her a few minutes to realize that tears were slowly trailing down her face. The warm salty moisture hadn't registered until she fingered the bruise on her cheek.

She let herself silently grieve over her situation, knowing that this whole 'feeling bad for herself thing' would have to stop, and tonight would be the last time she would cry about this situation. She wouldn't let Grissom feel bad for her anymore either. She was now damaged more than before, and she figured Grissom wouldn't want her any more. So why should he pretend to care? At least that's what she thought. She would have to convince him and everyone else that she was strong enough to face this on her own, without help from anyone. But most of all, though it had only been hours since her attack, she was wishing everything would go back to normal. She wanted to go back to work, but she was sure the whole lab knew about what had happened, and she didn't want to be a case, nor part of the lab's gossip. She was just hoping for everything to return to normal. But that would take longer than she desired...

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A/N: Well, hope you liked it! Puh-leaze Review! :)