She threw her keys down on the table and left the car seat down on the floor, before throwing herself onto the couch. She couldn't stop the tears any longer and they came flowing down her cheeks as she buried her face in her hands. She blocked out everything, the baby crying, the phone ringing and the radio buzzing in the background. She just wanted time on her own, time to think, but that was so common anymore.

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It was finally the end of their long, gruelling shift and Warrick and Nick were on their way out, walking past Grissom's office.

"Night Griss" Nick waved in through the doorway.

Grissom barely lifted his eyes off his work as he mumbled back goodnight.

"You not getting off now?" Warrick asked.

"No, I'll be here a good while still." Grissom replied glancing over at the big pile of files to his right. "Sara won't be impressed, I promised her I wouldn't stay late anymore."

"And she believed you?" Nick joked.

Grissom smiled as the two younger CSI carried on out of the building.

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After moving her daughter into her cot, Sara went into the bathroom and turned on the taps, filling the bath with hot water. The steam rose up and clouded up the mirror, distorting the image it reflected. She turned on the music, it was a CD that Grissom had bought her, it was meant to relax you. This would be its ultimate test. She climbed into the bath and put her head back. It wasn't long till screaming from the next room interrupted her. She leant over the side of the bath and reached towards the CD player, turning it up so it drowned out the noise. She then lay back down and closed her eyes again, turning the razor blade around in her hand, contemplating whether she could do it.

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"I think I'll go and check on Sara..." Nick said when he reached his car.

"I though she said not to bother?" Warrick replied, raising his eyebrows. He had known Nick hadn't believed a word she had said.

"It can't hurt. She's hardly going to kill me for caring."

Warrick gave him a look to say are you sure, but Nick chose to ignore it.

"She'd be able to kill you easily. Do you want me to come too?" Warrick asked.

"You know you don't have to make excuses to say that I'm right. You want to see that she all right as much as I do. " Nick smiled getting into the drivers seat of his car while Warrick did the same with his car.

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Nick pressed his ear up against the keyhole, listening for Sara voice but if it was there, it was covered by babies' screams and blaring music.

"Hey Sara, it's Nick and Warrick, open up!" Nick called in through the wooden door.

"She probably can't here you." Warrick said, looking round for neighbours that might be staring at them.

Nick knew that wasn't possible. If he could hear Ashley, then Sara could hear him.

"Sara, open the door now or I'll break it down!" Nick shouted through the door again and continued to pound his fist against it.

"Break it down? That's a bit drastic don't you think…" Warrick said, shaking his head.

"She could be hurt, she was pretty depressed this morning." Nick looked stunned at what he had just said.

"Wait, you don't think she would…" Warrick replied. All this time he had been thinking that his friend was in there trying to calm her baby, while Nick was thinking she was trying to take her own life.

Nick looked at Warrick, who gave him a nod in return. In seconds the door had been slammed back on its hinges and Warrick and Nick were entering Sara and Grissom's living room.

"Sara!" They both called entering each room. Warrick was the first to reach the nursery, but he found only Ashley in the crying in her cot.

Nick rushed out the room and checked the others, whilst Warrick lifted out the baby and gently rubbed her back.

On reaching the last door Nick found it locked. He banged on it, like he had with the front door, but again he got no response. Without a second thought, he threw his shoulder against the door, popping the catch with relatively little effort. He gasped and took a step back as he saw the sight in front of him.

One of her hands hung limply over the side of the tub, the deep red blood trickling from the deep gash on it and forming a puddle on the tiled floor. Her pale face lay slumped over on her shoulder, her hair partly covering it. She lay there motionless, with her eyes closed, showing no signs of life.

Thanks for the replies.

Sorry this part took so long to post. Hopefully the next one won't take as long, when you'll find out whether Sara is alive or not.