Loved all the wonderful reviews I recieved, so another chapter goes up tonight. I'm not sure when the next part will be up, but hopefully it wont take too long. Although a lot of nice reviews may motivate me to write it tomorrow :D

Chapter Two: Confusing Results

"You paged?" Grissom wondered, sliding the small device back into his shirt pocket as he entered the room. Mia glanced at him, judging his mood before continuing. The folder sat just off to her side in the 'finished pile', closed and hidden away from any prying eyes.

"Yeah," she nodded slightly, picking the folder up in her gloved hands. "I got the results back from Sara's kit…but you aren't going to like them."

He frowned, studying her complexion as he took the results from her. Normally she would have read them, but she didn't even attempt to do so, nor did she go back to her work. Instead she just sat there, waiting for him to read what she could not.

As he opened the file his frown deepened, reading the results one more time as both shock and confusion filled him. "Are you sure?"

"I ran it twice," Mia confirmed quietly.

Grissom studied the results a fair bit longer, before closing the folder. "Run them again…" he spoke up quickly, once seeing her start to protest. "It's not that I don't trust you, I'd just rather be sure."

Mia nodded, knowing better than to argue at this point. Rerunning it once was enough of a chore for any case, but this wasn't any case, and they weren't any particular results. There was empty, sickly feeling gnawing away at her insides as she was left alone to complete her task once again. There was a reasonable explanation to why this was happening, but it wasn't one she wanted to think of.

"Can you make it home okay?"

She nodded dully after a moment, still staring out the window. It had been a long, restless night in the hospital, unable to sleep due to worry, and the unknown fear eating away from her. Greg had somehow convinced the hospital staff to let her leave early, and had taken her home that evening…well not home exactly, but back to his place, where her car still resided.

"Are you sure?" he asked, "I can follow you home if you want."

"No," Sara shook her head, "You've done enough for me already. You should go in and get some sleep; you look more tired than I am."

Greg smiled, shrugging it off. "You shouldn't drive if you're tired."

"You did," she pointed out.

"You should come in," he pressed.

Sara laughed, shaking her head. "I don't know Greg…"

"Just for a little while," he pleaded. "I just want to make sure you really are okay."

She let out a sigh, her head resting against the window. Silently she reminded herself to get used to it. Everyone would be treating her as though she was wearing a 'fragile' sign once she did go back to work. She knew it was because they cared, and in turn they worried, and perhaps babied her more than they should without even realizing what they were doing.

Greg would the be the worse of them all; he was always the one she would expect to find waiting in the locker room after a tough case, even if it was just to ask how she was doing. He was the one who brought her a cup of coffee when she hadn't stopped long enough for a proper break, the same person that prodded and pried until he had gotten under her skin, working to find a way to make her smile, even if it were for only a brief moment.

Greg couldn't help it; it was just how he was. After all, didn't he show the same concern for everyone he cared about? Sara rubbed the back of her head with one hand, thinking over his offer. Resting for a bit longer did sound nice, she was exhausted from the events that had happened previously, and who knew for certain if she was as well as she believed she was?

"Maybe for just a minute."

He seemed satisfied with that answer, pulling the keys from the ignition. Sara pushed her own door open before Greg could even get around, spoiling any attempts of excessive courtesy. She would only allow him to go so far.

As she started to climb the stairs she felt chill run the length of her spine. She remembered doing this the night before, but that was all. Whatever happened afterwards was a mystery. As was much that had happened in the last three days. It was as though someone had preformed a memory-wipe on her, she knew a few drugs off hand that would cause that, but the tox scan had come back negative for her. As did the rape kit.

It was warm inside the apartment, heated from the day since it was left unattended. Greg was quick in turning the a/c on, but she knew it would be a little while before it even started to work. At least that's how it was with her place. The rent was affordable, along with everything else that you had to pay, but you couldn't get everything you wanted.

Sara eased herself into one of the chairs around the small dining table, big enough for four people if they really crowded. There was a cute little center piece sitting in the middle of the table, resting easily on a small pile of napkins. It was miniature statue of teddy bear, holding a clay bucket which was most likely meant for toothpicks. Paint had been plastered on it messily, dabs here and there of one color, and more everywhere else.

"My sister did that," Greg explained as he walked into the kitchen, "She gave it to me before I left California to come out here. It was so that I wouldn't forget her."

"It's cute," Sara nodded, "How old is she?"

"She'll be eleven this year," he answered, opening the fridge. "You want a soda?"

Sara shrugged, answering only when she figured out that he probably didn't see her. "What do you have?"

"Coke," he replied, "or coke."

"I think I'll have a coke then," she smiled, watching as he came back. It opened with a sharp click, fizz forming around the top from being slightly shaken. She was surprised on how refreshing it tasted, realizing only then on how thirsty she really was.

"So, how are you really feeling?" Greg wondered, taking a sip of his drink. He had taken the seat across from her, leaning back so that the chair tipped up on its back legs.

"About the same as you are," Sara shook her head; half wishing that he would fall over just to teach him a lesson. At the same time it was sort of cute.

"I meant emotionally," he corrected himself; "I know you'll be fine physically. You've already proven that."

She bit her lip, crossing her arms on the table as she turned away from him. Part of her had hoped he wouldn't ask, yet another knew that he would. "I'll be the first to admit that I'm afraid. I know that nothing bad happened," she nodded, referring to the already known test results. "But just the thought that something happened, and I can't remember any of it…I mean, someone could have done something to me, anything at all, I wouldn't remember. It could be someone I see everyday, or somebody that I don't know that even exists."

"You should consider yourself lucky," Greg nodded to her, letting his chair fall forward. "I know you were assaulted, but you weren't raped, and you weren't molested…"

"That doesn't mean they didn't try," Sara cut him off. "I was lucky, but that doesn't make me any less afraid."

"The only thing I don't understand is how. Grissom called back with the results from tox, you had nothing in your system."

"That doesn't mean it wasn't there," she concluded. "There are drugs out there that can run through your system pretty quickly. And things like trauma and shock can make someone forget as well. What if I was drugged? But then it wore off, sooner than the attacker realized, and I fought my way free…only to be so frightened by it I forgot that it even happened?"

"It's possible," Greg nodded, watching her. He didn't want to argue, he knew that it was pointless. Everything she had said could be true, though unlikely. If it was a drug that had ran through her system that quickly, than the perp had little to no idea what he was doing, making it easier for Sara to escape. And a scuffle would explain her injuries…the cut on her lip, the bruise around her eye, scrapes around her abdomen, as well as her arms and legs.

"But you don't think so," Sara challenged, eyeing him cautiously.

He let out a grim smile, "I'm just glad you're okay," he answered. "When you first showed up I didn't know what to do…I thought maybe taking you to the hospital was overreacting, but when wouldn't answer me, I didn't know what else to do."

"I'm sorry," she apologized quietly. "I don't even know why I came here…I honestly don't even remember doing it. I guess that just means I trust you enough."

"I'm glad. I wouldn't have it any other way Sara."

She blushed as she smiled, hiding her face quickly as she took another drink of the coke in her hand. Greg could be so charming in what he said sometimes, but a lot of the reason was because he was truthful. He didn't tell you what you wanted to hear, but what you needed to hear.

"I should get going," she mentioned quietly. "I'm tired, and I know you're tired. I also know that you have to be in at work in a few hours. The doctor doesn't want me working until Wednesday so I can sleep in if I want too."

"You want me to follow you?"

She shook her head. "No…I can manage on my. Thank you anyways…I mean, for everything you've done."

He nodded, standing to follow her out to the front door. "You'll call if you'll need anything, right?"

She smiled, resisting the urge to roll her eyes at him. It was beginning to start all over again, and already it was starting to grow irritating. She said her final goodbyes, knowing that he was watching as she made her way down the stairs. He stayed back at the top, leaning over the railing as he watched her pull out.

The further she went away, the more she realized that she hadn't wanted to leave.

"You look like death man."

Greg gave him a short smile as he fell in step with the older man. "It's been a rough couple of nights."

"I told you that you had to start cutting back on drinking," Nick teased him lightly. He was busy running the case, his hands full since Sara's incident. He had already asked Greg earlier about Sara over the phone, growing concerned after stopping by the hospital to see her, only to find out the brunette had been discharged hours ago. His only regret was in waking Greg, who he knew already had limited sleep. The only plus side was now that he got to tease the younger CSI.

Greg could hardly care at this point, anxious to meet up with Grissom who had called him shortly after he ended the call with Nick. His supervisor had mentioned they got a lead off one of the swabs done by the hospital staff, but that was about it. He had stayed long enough to take a shower, before heading in.

"You've seen Grissom?"

"In his office last time I looked," Nick nodded. "He's looking for you though, so he shouldn't be too hard to find."

Greg nodded his thanks, peeling off in the other direction as they came to a T in the lab hallways. Grissom's office was just down at the end of this one. He wasn't disappointed either, his supervisor inviting him in quickly, instructing him to close the door. Greg felt a little anxious in doing so, but didn't question him. If Grissom didn't want the others to overhear the results, than that would be the case. As long as he knew, he felt better.

"What do you have?"

Grissom was studying the file in his hands, before leaning across the desk to give it to him. "This is what Mia ran; these are the results that came up. I want you to explain them to me."

Greg nodded, only to stop short as he began reading. There was a sudden sinking feeling, and it was as though all the blood left his body, leaving him with an icy chill. "This can't be right…"

"She ran it three times Greg; the evidence doesn't lie. I need an explanation."

"I don't know," Greg shook his head, flipping through the rest of the pages. There had to be a mistake, there just had to be…he didn't honestly think…he couldn't…

"Well, unless you can explain how your DNA ended up on the test kit, then you're going to be charged with assault."

"Grissom, you don't honestly think I would do something like this?" Greg asked, his voice shaking. He scanned over the document again, trying to find a mistake, praying that he would be able to prove that he was telling the truth.

"You admit that she was over at your house, the doctors know that you brought her in, and your DNA is all over the swabs. To top it all off Sara doesn't remember anything, so it's your word that we're going off of."

"That's low," Greg told him, "even for you. I would never hurt Sara, you know that."

"I know that, but the judge isn't just going to believe that. And you know what will happen when this gets out to Ecklie. You remember what Nick went through…at least he had an explanation."

Greg nodded dully, realizing for the first time the severity of the situation. One hand briefly massaged his forehead, trying to recall everything that had happened. She had shown up at his door confused, bleeding…and he had taken her in, worked on cleaning her up, then…

"We kissed," Greg mentioned quietly, unsurprised by the bewildered look his supervisor gave him. "Actually she kissed me…but it's possible to transfer saliva that way. It may explain how my DNA was found."

"It's possible," Grissom agreed, "but we're going to have to check with Sara to be certain."

"You are going to verify my story with someone who doesn't even remember what happened?"

"We're treating this like any other case Greg. At this point you're removed from any active investigations, and it would be wise for you to remain either at the lab, or somewhere we can reach you easily."

"For how long?"

"As long as it takes," he nodded to the youth. "I'll call Sara in here shortly, if she can verify your story we'll consider this issue closed. If not, I don't know what else I can do for you."

"You're going to call Sara? After she just got home from the hospital?"

"Unless you want to wait longer…" Grissom offered, to which Greg shook his head quickly. This obviously was a serious issue, better to deal with it sooner rather than later. He was dismissed, but he didn't really listen, only leaving after Grissom reminded him a second time to leave.

It felt as though someone had punched him in the pit of his stomach; he felt sick, nauseated, lost in a dream as he wandered slowly through the halls. What was happening to him? What was going on? He knew that had to be the explanation, it was the only thing that made sense, but how did he make everyone else believe him? Even worse, what would Sara think once she found out?

TBC