It felt like hours. Jules was unable to sit down and wait. Like a tiger in a cage she paced around, again and again. Checked her watch, fought with herself to knock on the door and have a look what was going on inside. They were working on Sara. For like it felt an eternity. Why did they need so much time? Why did nobody leave the room and answer her questions? Something was going wrong, wasn't it? Right now she wished she was a physician, that she had the skills to know what damage Sara did to herself. Why wasn't she a medical doctor? She could have become a psychiatrist, they know the basic, with this profession she could be able to make a guess, a good one.

Did she do the right things? Did she stopped the bleeding? Could she have done something more? Did she make it worse? So many questions. And guilt. Why didn't she know what was going on with Sara? She was a damn psychologist, why didn't she seen the other woman was suicidal? That was her damn job. Keeping people from killing themselves. Today she saw how good she was. She failed.

"I'm sorry, are you working here?"

Not another one who wanted to send her away. Couldn't they just leave her alone? First all these suspicious looks when she washed her hands, now she got them for sitting around and wearing bloody clothes. Changing wasn't as important as finding out what happened to Sara. Bloody dried, a life didn't come back.

"Do I look like that?"

"Yes. Somehow. Or…are you a patient?"

"No." She looked up. A man stood in front of her, in his hands a little gift, wrapped in colorful paper. His dark blond hair was short, a little bit spicy.

"I'm looking for a patient…Sara…Sidle. Do you know where she is, doctor?"

Doctor? Yes, she was a doctor. Not that kind of doctor but who cared?

"In there."

"Are they making tests because of her injuries? Her back?"

What was wrong with Sara's back? Why did he know more than she did? Was he actually a family member? Someone, who came to Vegas because of the accident?

"Are you a family member?"

"Yes."

The way he said it, it was obvious he lied. But who was she to judge him for it? She did the same and she lied to a real doctor. A doctor who worked here.

Before Jules could answer a nurse came out of the room. Immediately the tall brunette was next to her.

"How is Sara doing?"

"Are you family?"

"Yes. Her sister."

"And you?" The nurse looked at Greg.

"Her brother-in-law."

"Okay. Your sister lost a lot of blood, is critical but if she survives the night she'll make it."

"Do you need blood? She's A positive, same like me. I can donate blood for her." Jules offered.

"Right now she's fine but she'll need more. You can go and donate, yes."

"I'm a zero positive, I can donate as well."

"Follow me, I show you where you can donate your blood."

In silent Greg and Jules followed the nurse into a little room. "Have a seat I'll be back in a minute. Any diseases? Allergies? Do you take medicine?"

"No." Jules shook her head.

"No."

"All right then."

When the nurse left Jules looked at Greg. "Are we married or are you married to another sister?"

"I don't know. How many sisters I don't know of does Sara have? One is already a lot for an only child." He smiled. "I'm Greg. Work colleague and friend."

"Jules."

"Is that…is that Sara's blood on your clothes?"

"Yes. I found her."

"What happened?"

"She cut herself…vertical. This wasn't a warning, it was supposed to be final."

"You saved her life."

"The doctor did that."

"He could do it because you found her. Since when do you know her?"

"We met recently. You and her work together since she's in Vegas?"

"Yes…I know you from somewhere."

Jules sighed. There was no need to deny to play dumb. Sooner or later he would find out why she looked familiar to him.

"Department shrink." She had seen him. Talking to her colleague after the death of Warrick Brown. Now she remembered because of didn't look like a CSI, he looked more like a college kid.

"You work for the LVPD."

"Yes."

"Are you Sara's shrink? They told her she had to see one."

"No. We met out of work and didn't realize we have the same boss." Until now Sara didn't know about this. Jules realized after she was told she was supposed to talk to a Miss Sidle. The night before they had their appointment Miss Sidle had a work accident, Jules wanted to talk to her in hospital and found out, Miss Sidle was Sara. The first thing she did was calling her colleague. They couldn't work together, not after their…not after they knew each other from out of work. Now her colleague, the same man Greg went to, was responsible for Sara.

The nurse came back.

"Misses…?"

"Weinberg."

"Would you please roll up your sleeve?"

"Sure."

"Same for you, Mister Weinberg."

For a second Greg wanted to correct the nurse then bit on his lips. The nurse thought they were married. Well, all Jules said was she was Sara's sister and he introduced himself as Sara's brother-in-law. Both were here, it made sense that they were married. As long as they both played this role they could get away with it. The truth didn't give them any news about Sara. Sometimes lies were necessary.

When Sara woke up she was confused. What happened to her room, why was everything so white, so…what…? Her hands were chained. Somebody chained her to her bed and she wasn't in her room, she was in hospital. Why was she in hospital? Chained? All she could reach was the button for the nurse. Repeatedly she did exactly that. They better gave her a damn good reason why she was chained or she would sue them.

"Good to see you awake, Miss Sidle."

"Why am I chained to the bed?" Her happiness would be gone very soon.

"Because you tried to kill myself."

Sara's eyes fell on the thick bandage around her left wrist. "I had my reasons."

"And we can't let you do that."

"It's my damn life…"

"And our job to keep you alive."

"Why didn't you look for somebody else? Usually nobody comes in here except for the meals."

"Your sister found you."

"What?" Since when did she have a sister?

"She's outside with your brother-in-law. We told them they can come in when you're awake. They'll be glad to see you alive. I get them in."

Sister? Brother-in-law? Was this nurse kidding her? She was an only child, so there was no sister and no brother-in-law. Who came up with a stupid story like this?

"Hey little sis."

"Jules?" What was…"Greg?"

"Yes, we came all the way from San Diego to see you. How are you?"

Jules and Greg took a chair each and sat next to Sara's bed. "The nurse gets the doctor, if you play this game with us, we can stay. It's family only for your visitor list." Jules whispered.

"You…"

"Ah Miss Sidle is awake, that's good. How are you?"

"Ready to sue you, doctor for chaining me to the bed."

"Now, now, when you take a suspect in custody you chain him as well. And after you tried to kill yourself you are like a suspect for me, I've to chain you to make sure you won't try that again. Any pain?"

"Yes, a pain in the ass called doctor. I want out."

"Your sister will explain to you that won't happen. You lost a lot of blood and your back isn't better yet. We have your stay extended."

"No."

"Sorry, that's something we won't discuss with you." He checked on her vital functions and turned, pleased that everything seemed to be all right.

"I'll talk to you later. Enjoy your visitors."

"What makes him think he can get away with this?"

"The law."

"What?"

"Sara, you attempted suicide, it's his job to make sure you won't do that again. The restrains are the easiest way to stop you from cutting yourself again." Jules said.

"Why did you do that?" Greg's eyes were filled with sorrow, pain and lack of comprehension.

"My life isn't worth living."

"It is."

"No, I'm a useless gimp."

"You're not useless and you're not a gimp. You're paralyzed – temporally. In two or three weeks you'll be able to walk again. Less than a month and you can work as a CSI again, keep the city save with Greg."

"What?"

"Didn't they tell you?"

"No…maybe…" She didn't listen when the doctor talked about her injuries. He said she was paralyzed and Sara stopped listening. "I didn't listen to him anymore after he said I'm paralyzed."

"Two to three weeks, Sara. You can be a CSI again. Nothing will stop you from working with me." Greg took her hand. "I want you back by my side. And even if you couldn't work anymore, there's no reason to kill yourself. You are special, we need you. I need you."

"Why do you feel guilty?" It hit her like a subway train. He was full of guilt. Why? It had been her decision, not his. He had nothing to do with her suicide attempt.

"Because I felt something was wrong after I left you the last time. You were different and I didn't tell anybody. Perhaps they had an eye on you when I had told them."

"There was nothing you could have done. Or they could have done, Greg. I did it because I wanted it. I didn't want to live anymore."

"Do you…do you still feel the same?"

Sara closed her eyes. Did she still prefer to be dead than alive? She wasn't paralyzed, okay, she was but temporally. Two or three weeks. She could keep her job, her life.

"I…I'm not sure…no…does it matter?"

"It matters a lot, Sara. It matters to me."

"To you, yes. It doesn't matter to them. They chained me, they won't let me go."

"Of course they will, won't they?" Greg looked at Jules. She was the doctor, she should know.

"It depends. It's possible that they let her go when her back and wrist are fine again."

"Or?" Sara knew there was a second possibility.

"Or they want to observe you a little bit longer."

"They put me in the loony bin. And it doesn't matter if I want that or not."

"Through the suicide attempt you lost a few rights, yes."

"Can't you do anything, Jules?" Greg plead.

"What is she supposed to do?" Sara asked.

"She…"

"She doesn't know." Jules interrupted him. "Yet. Sara and me never talked about my job. Sara, I'm a psychologist, one of the LVPD psychologists and I was assigned to talk to you." With her hand Jules stopped Sara from interrupting her. "I denied this because we know each other from out of work, my colleague will talk to you sooner or later."

"It was you I had my appointment with?"

"Yes. And I'm here as your friend, not as a psychologist."

"I thought as my sister?"

"Right, as your sister. You made me marry a man I barely knew."

"You got the best man you can ask for." Sara smiled at Greg.

"Please give me a little bit more time with you. There are so many things I want to do with you. Not only work and learn from you. Venice. I want to drink a coffee with you in Venice, feet in sand, leant on a palm tree, watching the crazy people on the board walk and the surfer in the water. Can you promise me we'll do that?"

"Greg…" She didn't want him blackmailing her. But was it blackmailing? Wasn't it more a plea? A desperate plea to make sure she wouldn't try to kill herself again?

"I think I need to sleep." Why was she this tired? Out of the blue it felt like somebody gave her a tranquilized.

"Do that, we'll be back later or tomorrow." Jules stroke softly over Sara's hand and turned towards Greg. "She needs to rest. The loss of blood, the painkillers, the shock. She can't promise you anything today, give her some time to think. Otherwise you may talk her into lying to you."

"I want her alive. Happy."

"So do I. We have to wait what Sara wants. It's her life, no matter if we like what we want. And if she really doesn't want to live any longer, there's nothing you, me or anybody else can do. Sooner or later she'll find a way to end her life." It had taken Jules a while to accept that some people didn't want to live anymore and chose death over life. After losing a few patients she understood there was nothing she or anybody could do to stop them. It was impossible to protect somebody from themselves.