A/N: Thanks to everyone that is ready along. We have a teacher education day today, so I thought that I'd post two chapters.
Hope your all enjoying it.
Take care.
Paige

Chapter five

"Why were you at the library at the end of shift yesterday?" Grissom was sat in his chair behind his desk.

"I went to calm down, it had been a hard day. I needed to think." Sara had taken up residence on the couch in front of Grissom's desk.

"Brass spoke with the receptionist. She said that you seemed upset and that you left in a hurry." Grissom folded his hands in his lap.

"The case brought back old memories, Grissom."

"He also spoke to your mother's parole officer. He said that she was at the library, around the same time as you. She said she had to meet someone. Was that someone you, Sara?"

"I can't stand being in the same state as her. Let alone the same building!" Sara walked out slamming the door behind her.

Grissom sat back in his chair, massaging his temples. The long anticipated migraine had finally began to surface. Bad time for a migraine, Grissom.

Sara lay on her couch allowing the tears to flow. An empty beer bottle sat on the table in front of her. She closed her eyes, as the pounding in her head competed with the pounding on the door. Sara threw the blanket off, storming to the door. When she flung the door open, she came face to face with Catherine.

"Heya Cath."

"Hey Sara."

Sara held the door open wide, and Catherine stepped in.

"What's up Sara?"

"I'm fine."

"Really?" Catherine took a seat next to Sara on the couch. "Brass and Grissom were worried when you clocked off early?"

"I'm fine, Catherine. It was a hard case."

"Yes, it is. I heard Grissom say he wants to pull you off the case."

"He does." Sara walked over to the kitchen counter, chucking the beer bottle into the dispenser.

"Sara, please talk to me. If you can't talk to Grissom, then talk to me."

"Coffee?"

"Please."

Sara made up two cups. When she had taken her seat back on the sofa, Catherine continued to question her.

"Sara, how are you, really?"

"Catherine. I'm fine." Sara stiffled a yawn.

"Your tired, Sara. When was the last time you slept?"

"Catherine, I don't want to talk to talk right now."

"Sara, please. Talk to someone."

"I'm fine, really. I don't need to talk. I just need to sleep."

"Okay. If you need anything, just call." Catherine stood up and headed to the door. Her hand was on the knob when Sara made her turn round.

"Catherine. There is one thing. Can you let Grissom know I'm taking a day off."

"Sure."

"Thanks Catherine." Sara smiled slightly at Catherine.

Catherine returned the smile, "The guys are worried about you, Sara. We all are. Now, just remember I'm right in the other end of the phone."

"Will do, Catherine."

Catherine left Sara alone in the silence of her apartment.

Grissom sat with Brass in his office at the lab.

"Glad that one's over." Brass sat down on the couch opposite Grissom.

"Yeah. Would have done it much quicker if Sara hadn't clocked off early."

"You're being a right ass to Sara lately. Give her a break, Gil."

"I know." Grissom lent back in his chair with his eyes closed.

"Hey Grissom?" Catherine stalked in the room. Her blonde hair bouncing over her shoulders.

"Hey Catherine." Grissom sat up and glanced from Brass to Catherine.

"I've just been to see Sara. She said she's taking tomorrow off."

"Why?" Grissom was now sat bolt up straight in his chair.

Worry flashed in the eyes of both men.

"She didn't say. All she would tell me is she needed to sleep. She told me she didn't want to talk to anyone." Catherine took a seat next to Bras."

"What did she say Cath?" Brass pulled Catherine close as worry spread across her face.

Catherine told the pair everything that Sara had said. She mentioned the empty beer bottle sat on the table in the living room and then the blanket that Sara had wrapped herself in before she left.

Grissom sat in chair listening intently. Concern and anger flashing over is face with every word.

Brass sat back in the couch, running his hands through his hair. His eyes were full of worry as he stared into space, wild thoughts spinning through his head. Each playing out.

"And when I left she was sat on floor, leaning against the couch shaking." Catherine was also sharing the same feelings as the two men.

Grissom jumped out of his chair, scooped his keys up and stalked out the room.

"Where the hell are you going?" Brass stood and shouted after him.

"Sara's."