When Sara came back to reality she had a plan and a visitor.

"Greggo." There he was, her best friend. Sitting next to her bed, holding her hand, his full attention on her.

"Sara, how are you?"

"Did they tell you what happened?"

"No, they said they can't tell me, I'm not family. All I got was the permission to sit here for a little while."

"I'm paralyzed, Greg. An useless gimp."

"You can never be useless."

"As a CSI I'm useless like this."

"You're more than a CSI, Sara. There's much more to you than being CSI Sidle."

Was there? She didn't think so. Her life was her work and when she wasn't able to work anymore what sense had her life left? None.

"What am I good for? Rolling around in the lab? Driving over everybody's toes? Serving evidence on wheels?"

"You solve cases with your brain and your capability of coordinating and making the right conclusion." His voice was a plead. A plead that she believes him. A plea that she started to realize she was more than a working human.

"You're a good friend, Greg." Sara's voice was tired. "The best I could have asked for. Do you know that I'm really happy that we met?"

"How do you mean that?" These words sounded good, yet at the same time they sounded strange. Like they didn't belong to here, to this situation.

"I mean I'm glad we're friends, that we met. Without you the last years had been not as good as they were. Without you I had left a long time before."

"Thanks…"

"You're a damn good CSI too. Keep your fresh mind, don't become a boring scientist. The lab needs its loud music session, it keeps things fresh."

"Sara, you scare me a little bit. Why do you tell me all these things?"

"Sorry. I'm tired Greg. Sorry. I'm sorry Greg."

"What for?"

"Just tired." Sara closed her eyes and squeezed his hand one more time. "I've always loved you, little brother."

"Sara…" By now Greg was scared. He checked on the machine, Sara was connected to. It hadn't changed, the beep wasn't faster nor slower. Maybe Sara was just tired and needed to rest. But it felt strange, so strange.

Usually Jules didn't care about her title. It didn't make her special and for her, there was no reason to put the 'doctor' in front of her name when she introduced herself or wrote her name down. It was her job, a secretary or clerk also didn't write nor mention their profession all the time. And she wasn't better than they were.

Today was different, today she used her title when she introduced herself as 'Doctor Weinberg' and demanded to see a patient. She wasn't a medical doctor, she wasn't a staff member of this hospital but nobody asked any questions. She was a doctor, she wore a white doctor's overall and all nurses did what she asked for. Life could be easy when you used the right words, played the right game.

Walking down the hallway she imagined herself working in a hospital again. She did that a few years ago, after she finished university and got her doctor's degree she had been a psychologist in a hospital for three years. Years full of learning, developing her own sense for people and way of working before she left the hospital to have her own office. One of the best decisions she ever made. Now she was her own boss, had a lot of responsibility and work. All these things she liked.

A short knock on the door and she stepped inside the room. It was a single room so there would be nobody else than Sara. Right when she closed the door she felt something was wrong. There was no sound of the machine that monitored Sara's vital functions. Instead there was a strange smell in the air, familiar but wrong. Like iron, like…blood! When she realized what the smell was she saw it. There was a lot of blood. All over Sara, her bed and the floor.

"Sara!" More blood. Blood dripping. Off the bed, out of the open wound at Sara's left wrist. A single cut, vertical not diagonal. Serious, not a warning.

"Shit!" Jules tried to hit the button for the nurse and pressed the first thing she got into her hands on the wound. She had to stop the bleeding. Anything else could wait, no time for checking a pulse. Stop the bleeding, fast.

"Come on, you can't do that, Sara. Don't die on me. Please. Come on. Whatever happened there's a way to handle it. Please. Come on." So much blood. Was it possible to survive such a lost of blood`? Was it already too late? Damn it, why didn't she come five minutes earlier? Why did she look for a parking-lot so long? She was a damn doctor, she could have parked right in front of the hospital and saved time. Saved Sara time. Time that could have saved her. No, not could have. She wasn't too late. No fucking way! Sara wouldn't die. Not today and not any time soon.

After like ages a nurse came.

"What…"

"We need something to stop the bleeding! Fast! And a doctor. Hurry!"

The nurse turned, yelled something down the hall and was back next to Jules.

"Does she have a pulse?"

"I don't know, I tried to stop the bleeding first."

"You're a doctor…"

"I'm a psychologist, she needs a physician."

Two more nurses came in, they pushed Jules aside and started to work on the wound.

"I can't feel a pulse."

One nurse lifted Sara's eyelid. "She's not gone yet."

"She needs blood, we need to get her out of here."

"What happened?" Finally a doctor.

"Attempted suicide, no pulse, looks bad."

"Get her out of here, she needs blood, we have to stop the bleeding."

Jules felt like in a nightmare. She saw how Sara's bed was pushed out of the room, wanted to follow but her feet didn't move. All she could do was stay and stare. At the place where the bed had been, the blood. So much blood. All this blood was from one single person, a person she knew. Wanted to know. Perhaps never get to know.

"I'm sorry, I didn't your name." There was nurse, Jules hadn't seen her.

"Doctor Weinberg."

"Are you working here?"

"No. I…I wanted to see her."

"Are you family?"

No, she wasn't family. She wasn't even a fiend. She was an affair, an one night stand of the last weekend. Not the kind of person you let to a patient, not somebody you tell if the patient survived. All Jules was a person, you send away, give some trouble for being here.

"Yes." Sometimes a lie was necessary. "Yes I am." The only thing she knew about Sara was, she didn't have family in Las Vegas. Why they talked about that, Jules couldn't remember. It didn't seem to be important, now it was. Now it made her the only one who was allowed to be here.

"Her sister?"

Sister? No. "I'm the only one she has."

Silence. There it was. The silence she wanted. The redemption.

Her plan. After Greg left Sara thought about her plan again. Her life had never been worth a lot, now that she couldn't work anymore it was worthless. So why keep it when you didn't need it anymore? So far her life hadn't been something she enjoyed a lot, loved a lot. Captured in a wheel chair made it even worse. There was no way she'd let this happen. This was her life and when she made the decision it was better to end it, she did that.

Breaking the little bottle of water, she took a piece of the broken glass, pulled out the plug of her always beeping machine that was next to her bed and leant back. So this was her life. Things didn't work out the way she hoped, planed, at least her last plan seemed to work out. Otherwise she hadn't been able to pull the plug. It was a sign. A sign she was about to right thing.

The glass felt cold on her skin. For a moment she hesitated then she started cutting. It didn't hurt, not the way she expected. And she wasn't scared. The further she cut the more relieved she felt. This would set her free. Blood was on her arm, her hand, dripped down on her bed. So many red dots on white sheets. Fast there weren't dots anymore, there was a little blood pool. She had seen so many of these in all those years as a CSI. Now she became one of the women, who ended in a blood pool herself.

Hopefully did Greg not see her like this. It would hurt him too much. He felt something was wrong when he was here, she knew it. It wasn't his fault, he had been the only joy in her life. Her only true friend. Her death would hurt him but one day he was over it. He didn't need her, he all he needed. She wasn't a use for anybody.

With closed eyes she waited for death to come. No more pain, no more worries. It was over. A few more minutes and she was finally free.