When Jules came into the room the next day Sara was awake and still chained.

"Hey, how are you?"

"If you get me free I'm much better."

"Did they say when they'll take them off?"

"When their shrink tells them it's safe. Unfortunately he and me aren't friends."

"That's too bad – for him. You're a great person to have around, little sister."

"Where's your husband."

"He worked a double and tries to come around later."

"Good." Sara was quiet and waited until Jules sat next to her bed. "You found me?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry you had to see it."

"I'm glad I did. I'm sorry I wasn't here earlier, in the best case early enough to stop you."

"They told me you did everything right, saved my life."

"If I did, are you mad about it?"

"No."

"Really?"

"I can go back to work, my life has a sense. I can right the wrongs of the world. If the department takes me back after my trip to the loony bin."

"You have to go there?"

"Sounds like it. Except you can talk them out of that, Doctor Weinberg."

"If you want I can talk to your doctor but I doubt he'll listen to me."

"You have to persuade him."

"No, you have to persuade him."

"The problem is as soon as I see him, I see red and can't say the words I should say. Would you talk to him?"

"What can I tell him?"

Sara knew Jules didn't ask for the words, she asked Sara if she would try to take her life again.

"That I won't do it again."

"He won't believe you."

"How can I make believe me? Without going into the loony bin? Jules I…I don't say I'm not crazy but…I don't know if I can handle this kind of hospital. For a lot of reasons, not because I don't like hospitals."

"Call him, I talk to him."

"Thanks." Sara pressed the button and asked the nurse to get the doctor.

"Did you find me here because you got assigned to work with me?" Jules never told her how she found her. The doctor was here when Sara woke up, somehow she knew where to find her.

"Yes. I got a call that my patient is in hospital so I went here to have a look, make a new appointment. Then I saw you and knew, I can't work with you. It's against the rules and I'm not talking about the department rules. You can't be the psychologist of your last one-night-stand."

"Now you're the sister of your last one-night-stand."

"Yeah, whatever it takes to get through." Jules thought quietly for a few seconds. "It wasn't supposed to be more, I think."

"No. Not first. All I wanted was some distraction from…all the things that went wrong the last time."

"You left before I woke up."

"Because I was scared."

"Of what?"

"I enjoyed you too much. Not only the sex, your company. Our agreement was it was one night only so I had to get me away before I fall even more for you. Didn't work. You know, you were the reason why I opened my eyes. I heard your voice, I realized you were there and I wanted a look into your eyes. I like them."

"If you promise to do everything you can to stay alive and you can look into my eyes as much as you want."

"One night only?"

"Agreements are important. It's also important to renew them when you find out both parties prefer them in another way."

Sara smiled for the first time. "Sounds good. Sounds like something I want to experience."

"Good." Jules squeezed Sara's hand. "Then we have a deal."

"Or a new agreement."

The door got opened and the doctor came in. "I heard you're more in a talking mood today, Miss Sidle."

"Actually it's not me who wants to talk to you, it's…my sister."

"Is that right, doctor Weinberg?"

"Yes. Sara told me you think about sending her to a mental facility. Let me tell you, I understand that, she attempted suicide and that's procedure. One possibility. Is there a chance we can take another possibility?"

"Which is? Your sister isn't cooperating with our doctors and as long as I don't have a good psychiatrist who tells me, it's no danger to send her home, she will stay. I know you've your doctor in psychology but as her sister, I can't take your word."

"I understand. What about another expert?"

"Who do you have in mind? Because our doctor is very good."

"Doctor Bendler."

"Doctor Bendler doesn't take patients anymore. She has her patients and it's common knowledge she doesn't take new ones."

"Leave that problem to me. If I get her here and she talks to Sara, comes to the result this suicide attempt was a one time only thing, would you let her go home?"

"If she agrees to see Doctor Bendler twice a week and won't be alone for the first weeks we can talk about it. But you won't get Doctor Bendler to do that. Not to come here, talk to Miss Sidle and even less to get her into her office twice a week. The money you need to be a patient of Las Vegas best psychiatrist and neurologist is more than you get as a CSI."

"Another one of my problems. But we have a deal? If Doctor Bendler says Sara can go home you won't stop her?"

"It's impossible, but yes."

"I need your number so she can call you."

"What makes you think she will do that?"

"I'm a psychologist, I can make people do a lot of things."

"No offense but I think you can't manipulate Doctor Bendler."

"No offense taken." Jules took the paper with the number of the doctor.

"Good luck. Miss Sidle, your sister seems to be as stubborn as you are."

"It runs in the family. We're very proud of it." Sara shot back dryly. She waited until the doctor was gone before she continue to speak: "Who is this doctor you talked about?"

"The best psychiatrist and neurologist in Las Vegas."

"If this man is top end, he wants top end money and as our doctor said, I don't have this money."

"As I told him, that's my problem I intent to handle." Jules got her cell phone out, checked the time and dialed a number. To let Sara listen to her conversation she put the call on speaker.

"Hello Honey, how are you?"

"Hi, I'm fine, thanks. Mom, I need a favor."

"The last time you said that you were sixteen and wanted to get married with Kenny the quarterback. If your favor is something equal stupid I'll say no again. Consider a good dinner as a start for your favor."

"You were right about Kenny and no, this isn't about me getting married. I need you to come to Desert Palm and talk to a patient."

"The last time I checked they had a bunch of doctors themselves. Why would I come there and talk to their patients?"

"Because you're the best."

"Send the patient to my office, my secretary can have a look for an appointment.

"We both know you're booked for the rest of the year and too expensive for any normal person."

"A normal person doesn't need a psychiatrist."

"Mom, please."

Doctor Bendler sighed. "Tell me more. Two sentences."

"I need you to come down here, talk to Miss Sidle and tell the doctor afterwards what you think. And it would be helpful if you can take over therapy for a while."

"That's more than one favor."

"Please, mom."

"Why, Jules?"

"Because it's important to me."

"You better add a very good bottle of wine to that dinner. Seven sharp."

"Thanks."

"Stop wasting my time. Give me the number of the doctor in charge so I can talk to him or her and you better have a direct incoming selection, I won't stay on hold for a second."

"555-53959472. Thanks mom."

"Seven. Sharp." The call was ended.

Jules sighed and smiled. "Done."

"Mom? She's your mother?"

"Yes. Stubbornness isn't the only thing that runs in the family. She's a psychiatrist and neurologist which can be helpful with your legs too. Dad is a psychiatrist and psychotherapist, my brother is a neurologist and surgeon, I'm the only one without a medical doctor."

"Your new sister has no doctor title at all."

"That's no problem for me." Jules smiled again. "Will you talk to my mom?"

"She doesn't seem to be one of these pansy psychiatrists who pretends she understands everything and knows exactly what I feel, what I'm going through."

"No, she isn't into this."

"She stroke more as a no-nonsense person."

"Yes. When you screw up she'll tell you in exactly these words. I'm surprised that her big money clients stick with her but she's the best and so she's entitled to talk to them in a way other people can't."

"You think she'll really come to me?"

"My guess? She finishes her last client at four, she'll be here half an hour later and will talk to you. Prepare yourself for it."

"Thanks Jules."

"Don't thank me before you talked to her."

"She's a chance. A Chance they didn't want to give me here. And when your mother says I can go home I've a chance to go."

"When she says you can go home you will go home. No doctor will argue with her. Not when they're not absolutely stupid."

"No comment on that." Sara grinned.

"You better prepare yourself for her and I go and prepare dinner. When she says seven sharp she means seven sharp and not a second after seven."

"How can I thank you for that?"

"Promise me you won't ever try to kill yourself. That's all I want."

"I promise."

"Thanks." Jules hugged Sara and kissed her cheek. "Say hi to my husband."

"I will…whoever Kenny the quarterback is, Greg is better."

"He is, no doubt about that. We all do and plan crazy things when we're young. Like planning on marrying Kenny." Jules shook her head. She had forgotten about that, it lasted for a summer and ended before Christmas. Thanks to her mother there wasn't a marriage she had to regret. She learnt from her mistake and there weren't any more Kennys in her life – and when they were there, she didn't want to marry them.