Summary: The virus breaks out in Las Vegas and the team are forced to believe in what is being said in the news. It's not long before Grissom starts his own experiment to see if he can cure the virus once and for all but not before all hell breaks loose.

Disclaimer: I don't own CSI or the 28 days later series, I never will and it makes me sad to keep saying it D: I don't have a beta so all mistakes are mine.

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"Griss? Hey Grissom." She whispered trying to wake him from his much needed nap. This whole thing is going to beat the crap out of the team and Grissom was practically the epicentre. His mind needed to be fully functional so she gave him an extra hour to relax. He stirred ever so slightly and she continued to nudge him gently.

"Griss." She tried again, this time waking him effectively of which she was jolted back from his sudden movement. His eyes had widened at the thought of scaring her and instantly reached to pull her up from the heap she laid in on the floor beside the coffee table. Their faces were only inches apart and the sexual tension between the two was considerably growing.

Knowing that he couldn't risk it at the moment, he broke the silence and stood abruptly from the couch. "Something come to light yet?"

"Huh? Oh no, Greg can't seem to determine what is going on with the virus but he did notice that it hasn't tried to mutate yet and cause the effects to be more violent. I woke you because you've been asleep for three hours, I thought it might be a good time to get your opinion on what we need to do next."

"Okay, Thanks."

"There's also one more problem…" She said with a hint of alarm in her voice.

"Which is?"

"Well, when Brass came back he kind of brought his fan club with him."

"Fan club? What do you mean?"

"There are tonnes of the infected at the back entrance, we've blocked the windows and doors but none of us are sure as to whether it will hold them for much longer."

"Why didn't you wake me sooner?!" His facial expression heightened at what she had just said.

"Because we've only just realised, we blocked the entrances and I came straight to you." There wasn't enough time to start a fight he had to make up a plan.

"Right. Have you all got your guns and enough to reload?"

"Yeah we got as much as we could from ballistics."

"We'll barricade ourselves in the DNA lab and some of us will have to fight off any that come through and Greg can try and solve this rather annoying puzzle. Okay? Come on!"

They both ran for the DNA lab, hearing the incessant moaning and banging coming from the doors. In the past three hours everything had gone from being subtle and only a small number of fatalities to a complete massacre and they are the only one's standing in between the fate of Las Vegas. Grissom had left his gun in his office draw and needed to obtain it. He had one of the best shots out of the whole lab even and though he didn't like to carry the firearm around, it would be a large weight off the team's shoulders if he helped with any necessary shooting so he went against his morals and headed straight for his office.

"What are you doing?!" Sara shouted hoping Grissom had just momentarily forgotten where the rest of the team were situated.

"I've forgot my gun, I'll be there in a minute."

"I'm not leaving you on your own!" She ran and followed him clutching onto the pouch that held her gun to her waist.

In the office, Grissom frantically searched for his gun, forgetting where about he had left it. "Shit!" He said just under his breath. Sara wandered around the large cases that held his past and present projects hoping he had left it on one of the shelves.

"I've got it." It was laid in between his radiated fetal pig and his terrarium, she quickly handed it to him and he checked the rounds. A large smash and quick moving footsteps aluminated the hallway, they both took one look at each other and ran for the door to confirm their suspicions. Sara could just barely see the team in the DNA lab brandishing their guns trying to block up all the windows and doors. Grissom pulled her back, closed the door and locked it.

"Now what are we meant to do?" He said running over to the desk waving Sara over so they could gain some cover from the large wood.

"Wait I guess. Do think they'll come in here?" She was visibly scared and Grissom cursed himself for not being able to comfort her, there was nothing he could say to reassure her, she wasn't a little kid that you could just coax better.

"Probably. You alright?" He looked at her pleading that she'll calm down a bit. Placing an arm around her shoulder, she looked at him as if he'd just had a spasm and his arm had landed in an unfortunate place. "What?"

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to calm you down."

"I'm fine." She stated with a slight quiver in her voice.

"You're shaking!"

"This just confuses me even more." She tried to shake him arm off not willing to be sucked in and then spat back out again. After her last rejection and the events that have rolled out in the past few hours, it was the last thing she wanted to get upset about.

"What do you mean?"

"I can't believe you can be so oblivious!"

"Is this about the lab explosion and what you asked me? Because I wasn't rejecting you, I had something extremely important to do and I didn't want to drag you into it. Unfortunately words don't come that easy to me."

"Are you saying what I think your saying?"

"I've always felt a connection with you and I find it incredibly hard to express my feelings to you. Don't ever doubt for one second that I've never cared about you, I always have, ever since we first met and I always will."

A small pool of tears welled up in her eyes at his revelation and couldn't help but wonder why he was telling her this now. Maybe it was because of their impending death but either way he'd actually opened up to her.

"I wish I could have said something sooner. I'm sorry Sara." He leaned in to wipe her tears away and his head dropped just level with her lips. Just as he went to place his on hers a large crash came through the office door and a familiar figure stood in the door way.

"Hank?" Sara said with slight confusion in her voice.

A loud shriek came from him and it soon registered with the two CSI's that the EMT wasn't there to help. Grissom drew his gun and aimed it at Hank's head.

"Don't!" She screeched.

"Sara if I don't he'll kill us."

"Oh FUCK!" She shouted at the top of her lungs and the EMT's attention soon turned on Sara.

"Shhh I've got it, stay here."

Grissom stood from the desk still wielding his gun but he was too slow and Sara had already got too close to the infected Hank.

"Sara what are you doing?!"

"I want to do this." She pulled out her firearm and took a few steps closer but not before Hank had ran towards her and pinned her to the ground.

"SARA!" Grissom bellowed at the thought of loosing her when he had only just come to terms with his feelings for her.

'Why am I always too late?'

"Hank! Get off her now!" The muzzle of his gun was practically at the EMT's temple but Hank made no attempt to move.

TBC

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A/n: I fancied myself a CBS writer and gave you guys a cliff hanger where Sara's life is in the balance :P Don't worry your little head an update will be present soon.