Disclaimer: If they were mine I would be creating a show all about GSR

A/N: I'm so sorry about the delay in posting. I had most of the chapter done for awhile, but I didn't think it was that good. So after much procrastinating, I finally have it done. Though it probably (definitely) could've been better, then again, basically everything was taken from a previous chapter. My Easter/Spring Break starts on Thursday (yea! no school!), so I am hoping to update sooner. And for those of you reading Haunting Insanity, a new chapter is in the works. :D

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Grissom's cell-phone rang and he quickly reached to silence it before he looked at the caller I.D. He didn't want to wake Sara; she was sleeping soundly in bed. He hadn't been tired and instead was sitting next to her content in watching her sleep, easing her out of nightmares and waking her every hour or so like the nurse had told him to.

He glanced quickly at the caller I.D. before flipping it open.

"Yeah Jim?" he said, his voice quiet.

"I called Sara's apartment number and didn't get an answer, so I figured I would try you... I need Sara to come to the station to give her statement," Brass said, finding himself whispering too.

"Can it wait?" Grissom asked, his hand brushing up and down Sara's arm.

"I should've gotten her statement at the hospital but since we put that off, yeah, we should probably do it now."

"Alright Jim, I'll bring her down to the station. Give me about an hour, I have to wake her," Grissom said, running his hand through the chocolate locks that covered Sara's face.

"Okay… How is she doing?"

"As good as can be expected I guess," Grissom said.

"…I'll see you in a little while."

"Bye Jim," Grissom said, flipping his phone shut.

Grissom lightly stroked Sara's hand with his thumb.

"Honey, wake up. We have to go meet Jim," he said, kissing her lips lightly.

Sara turned over in bed, laying on her stomach, as she opened her eyes slightly, looking up at him in a sleepy haze.

"We have to go meet Jim at the station," he said, placing his hand lightly on the blanket that covered her back. "He needs your statement."

"So, it wasn't just a dream created by my throbbing headache?"

"I'm sorry, Sara... Can I get you anything for the headache?" he asked. Sara shook her head no, but regretted it when the pain in her head worsened. She pillowed her head on his chest as he held her to him, his hand tangled in her hair as he tried to massage her headache away. She let out a deep sigh, and a few moments later Grissom felt her tears pooling on his shirt.

"Oh, honey…" Grissom murmured, and then kissed the top of her head.

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Sara was wiping the remnants of tears from her face and trying to make her red-rimmed, puffy-from-crying eyes look normal. It wasn't working out too well. And no amount of makeup could cover the dark purple and black bruise on her face, or the black threading keeping the gash on her forehead together. Thankfully, her headache had disappeared after she took an Advil. Leaving the bathroom, she met Grissom in the kitchen for something to eat before heading down to the station.

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They arrived at the station a little less than an hour later and met Brass in his office. He looked up when they entered.

"Sara, how are you feeling?" Brass asked, approaching them. He wanted to wrap her in a hug, but he wasn't sure how she would react to the contact, plus, he didn't want to hurt her.

"Okay, I guess. The pain isn't too bad," she said, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, a nervous habit she had. Brass had wanted to know how she was physically, but he was more asking about how she was holding up emotionally. When she didn't elaborate on her answer, he didn't push.

"Do you want me to take your statement in one of the interrogation rooms, or here?" Brass asked.

"I'd prefer here," she said. Brass gestured to the two seats in front of his desk, as he went to lock the office door. Brass went to sit behind his desk as he turned on a tape recorder; it was easier than writing down what she said.

"Start from when you left the hospital," Brass said. Grissom gave Sara's hand an encouraging squeeze. She took a deep breath and began.

"I left the hospital a little past three in the morning; someone had arrived to pick up the victim from our case. I had called Grissom as I walked to the Tahoe, which was located at the other end of the parking lot… I called to tell him I would be back at the lab in a few minutes." She took a deep breath before continuing. "The parking lot was dark and deserted, I thought I heard footsteps but I didn't have time to turn around… Someone grabbed me, and held a knife to my throat," absent-mindedly she traced the red mark on her neck left behind by the knife. "… I stomped on the man's foot, but when I turned to fight him off he hit me in the stomach with his knee… When I fell to the ground I started coughing so he covered my mouth and nose with his hand to quiet me. He released me and still had trouble breathing. I had turned away from him, onto my side, and he kicked my back. I blacked out soon after." Sara didn't like reliving that night, but she told the story in detail and emotionally detached. "I don't know how long I was unconscious for but when I came to I was lying on my back on the ground, no longer wearing any clothing. He punched me in the face to keep me from fighting back. I tried to move my hands but he had my wrists held down above my head with one of his hands… He was stronger than me and I couldn't loosen his grip. The man was naked from the waist down and he slowly came down on top of me. I was going to scream, that thought only occurred to me then, but he pressed the knife to my throat again. He threatened to slit my throat if I didn't keep quiet. He covered my mouth with his to ensure I would remain silent as he trailed his hand all over my body." She paused for another deep breath, forcing herself to keep it together and not break down. She was having a hard time meeting Brass' eyes as she spoke. Grissom gripped her hand tighter again, reminding her she wasn't alone in this, but she didn't acknowledge it. "I again tried to break his grip on my hands, but it didn't work. I tried to turn my face away from him, but he bit down on my lip, keeping my head in place. He punched me in the face again, to keep me from refusing him. I still fought him, but eventually I lost consciousness again…" After pausing for a moment, she was relieved the story was basically over. "When I woke again, the paramedics had arrived. I couldn't open my eyes, but I could feel myself being lifted onto a stretcher. I heard Grissom's voice and after a moment I blacked out again, waking in the hospital." Sara finished retelling what had happened, and the way she kept her emotions from showing, you wouldn't have guessed that it had actually happened to her.

"Thank you, Ms. Sidle," Brass said, turning off the tape recorder. "Gil, I'm going to need your statement too." Grissom hadn't even thought about his statement. He completely forgot he had to make one, but he had been the one to find her. He thought back to that night while Brass reset the tape recorder.

"Sara, you don't have to stay for this," Brass said.

"I'm fine," she said. She was slightly curious as to how Grissom had found her.

"Start from when Ms. Sidle called you," Brass said, turning on the recorder.

"Sara had called to let me know that she would be arriving back at the lab shortly. I was at the crime lab, working with the evidence from our case. After a little less than half an hour and she hadn't arrived I thought it was strange because the hospital wasn't that far away. I brushed off the concern thinking she was stuck in traffic or something... When another ten or fifteen minutes passed I was more concerned because, there really couldn't be that much traffic at 3:40 in the morning… I tried calling her but it went to voicemail, and then I called again, another three or four times. I was concerned as to the reason why she didn't answer so I put away the evidence I had been working with and left the lab, calling her cell-phone again… I drove to the hospital because that was the last place she was when I heard from her… I spotted her car in the same place it had been when I left earlier. I had parked the vehicle I arrived in, and had made my way to the SUV. I didn't see Sara anywhere but I caught sight of various blood drops. I heard her moan, and after a second time I located where she was… I pulled her out from under the car, and covered her exposed body with my jacket. I called for an ambulance and then I stayed by her side as much as I could without being in the way of the paramedics…" Grissom finished his statement and Brass turned off the tape recorder, nodding his thanks. "Jim, Sara and I will be taking two days off. She needs time to recover and she'll be staying with me. I figured I'd let you know ahead of time."

"Want me to clear it with Ecklie?" Brass offered.

"Yes, if you could." Brass nodded that he would.

Grissom hadn't let go of Sara's hand and when he stood to leave he had to tug on her hand a moment, yanking her from her thoughts. After she stood he guided her from the room, his hand resting lightly on the small of her back.

She remained quiet as he led her from Brass' office and through PD. His hand stayed at the small of her back, and it wasn't until they were safely hidden by their Tahoe in the parking lot that she fell against him.

Grissom held her shaking body to his chest, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other combing through her hair and holding her head to his shoulder. Tears stung her eyes as she tried to hold herself together. A sob caught in her throat and Grissom kissed her lips lightly before pulling away. His hand cupped her face and he kissed her again.

"Come on, let's go home," he said. Grissom supported most of her weight as he led her to the passenger side door, opening it, he helped her in.

She sat rigid as he drove. His hand took her limp cold one, and she clutched his fingers tightly. They didn't speak, but Grissom could tell that something was on her mind...

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A/N: Hopefully that wasn't too horrible... Puh-leaze Review! (because I want you to. hehe :D )