Grissom had managed to find a quiet cove to anchor his boat. Once he was sure everything was secure, he headed down to the bed to try to rest. He took his phone with him and contemplated what he should do about the flurry of text and voice messages. Finally, he opened them one by one. It appeared Sara had told everyone about the divorce, and as expected, her friends were up in arms. When he got to Ecklie's message, though, he paused. Ecklie certainly wasn't going to get involved in his employees' personal lives, especially Sara's. If he had taken the time to call and leave a message, perhaps there was something related to an old case. He stared at the phone, trying to decide what to do. Exhaustion won, and he collapsed into the bed for some much needed sleep. He would decide what to do in the morning.

Greg had fallen asleep after the third movie, and didn't notice when the hospital began to wake. Nurses were in and out first, and then Dr. Mark had returned. It wasn't until Morgan was shaking him that he woke up.

"Oh shit!" were the first words out of his mouth as he nearly fell off the narrow bed. "Is Sara ok?"

"Sara's fine. But it looks like you need to go home." Morgan said with a smile. "Looks like you two had a nice night. Movies and popcorn. Is lying in a hospital the way to get a date with you?" She teased, as he blushed furiously.

"We used to do movie nights a lot." He admitted. "But sadly, never a date. There wasn't anyone but Grissom for her from the day she arrived." His voice was wistful. "However, we did find the best cinemas in Vegas for old horror films and cheesy romcoms, should you be interested in either."

"I'll keep that in mind." Morgan said with a smile. "But I just wanted to come in and say hi. Oh, and I brought her phone! It was in her car. Fortunately the keys were in her purse so Nick had them, and I was over near her place for a case so I stopped and grabbed it. It's been charged, but no one has turned it on. No one was really sure what to do? Anyway, it's here." She pulled it out of her purse and set it on the small shelf beside the bed. "I also figured someone would need to drag you out of here. You can't live at the hospital with her."

"Yeah, I'll head out when someone else arrives." Greg said.

"Well in that case, I'll keep you company." Morgan said, pulling up a chair. "What are we watching now?" She asked.

"Godzilla!" Greg exclaimed. "I'll restart it."

The two were alone for the first half of the movie, before other guests trickled in after their shifts. Finn joined in to watch the second half of Godzilla, swiping what was left of the popcorn. DB stopped in for a few minutes to remind Greg that he was needed at work tonight and that Nick would stay with Sara, and he left a small bouquet of flowers that his wife had cut from their garden. Henry and Archie stopped by with a small cluster of balloons, not staying long but wanting to offer their support and leave something to brighten Sara's room. Brass arrived shortly after breakfast, and sent everyone else home to rest as he stretched out on the cot and tried to nap.

Catherine stared at the doors in front of her. The gothic house was beautifully designed even if it wasn't her taste. She hesitated a moment before knocking on the door. Sara would kill her if she found out, but right now, that wasn't really important to her. What mattered was tracking down one Gil Grissom and she was certain that if anyone in Vegas knew where he was or how to reach him, it was the occupant of the house in front of her. So Catherine took a breath and knocked.

She was surprised to hear the squeal of a child. Maybe the former owner had moved? But a few moments later, Catherine wasn't sure who was more surprised - the brunette in front of her holding a small child on her hip, or Catherine herself.

"Miss Willows. I'm surprised to see you. Have you come to discuss a client?" She asked cooly.

"Hello Heather. And no, not a case or client. I no longer work in the lab."

"Ah. So your visit is of a more personal nature?" Heather set down the child, opened the door, and gestured for Catherine to come in. "Allison, why don't you go get your colouring and bring it to the kitchen?" She said to the young girl, who quickly ran off with a giggle.

"Yes. I... look Heather, I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important but I was wondering if you knew how to reach Grissom." Catherine's words tumbled out quickly as she followed Heather to the kitchen. "We need to get in touch with him. We've tried his email and his cell and no one can get through. I just, I hoped that maybe you were still in touch with him." Heather was surprised at the desperation in Catherine's voice and raised an eyebrow before turning to prepare a pot of tea.

"I haven't heard from him in a few days." She said. "May I ask what this is about?"

"It's Sara. She's sick. He's her emergency contact and medical proxy."

"I see." Heather said. "She hadn't had a chance to change things yet?"

"I don't know what Grissom has told you, but Sara hasn't signed the papers he sent her, so no, she hasn't appointed someone else. And I think he might be avoiding everyone's calls because he knows we want to chew him out. Please, Heather, can you help us get in touch with him?"

"What is the message you would like me to pass on to him?" Heather asked with a sigh as she brought a tray to the table holding tea, milk, sugar and teacups, then poured two cups of tea.

"Tell him Sara's in hospital. He needs to come home. But if he won't do that, he needs to at least call her doctor to give him permission to talk to us and appoint someone else to make her medical decisions." Catherine sipped the tea that was placed in front of her, and found herself surprised at how it took the slightest edge off her stress levels.

"I'll see what I can do. You know he may be unreachable? I know he was expecting to be on the boat for at least a month this trip, perhaps longer."

"I know. And if that's the case, it is what it is. But at least I've tried everything I can think of." Catherine told her.

"May I ask how serious it is?" Heather asked, curious, stirring her own tea then taking a sip.

"We don't know. They can't tell us anything. She's been unconscious for a few days, they say she's improving, but she hasn't woken up."

"I see. Do they know what caused this?"

"All they've told us is malnutrition. But I suspect there's more to it than they're telling us, but they can't say much."

"Ah. They're waiting to speak to her husband." Heather nodded in understanding. "I'll do my best to get in touch with him."

"Thank you, Heather. I really appreciate it. We all do." Catherine said as she stood to go, then handed several business cards to her. "This is my contact information, her doctor's information, as well as the hospital and the lab." She explained, then pulled out another one. "And this is for you. If you ever find yourself in a... situation, and you need help. I owe you a favor." Heather's eyes widened slightly, as she read the details and realised that not only was Catherine the owner of a casino but also worked for the FBI.

"Thank you, Catherine, but that's wholly unnecessary. It's best for Gil if he knows what's happening with Sara." She spoke carefully as they made their way to the door. "I also want you to know that I told him he was making a mistake. He asked me, you know, if I thought he had done the right thing. And I told him no. That he should have come home instead of running away from what he feared." Catherine nodded. Heather obviously knew more than any of Sara's friends did about what had happened. She felt some relief knowing that Heather felt he was wrong. Despite everything she knew and thought about the woman before her, she knew that Grissom trusted her judgement even if he didn't always do what she felt was best. Silently the two women finished their tea, before Heather escorted Catherine to the door and watched as she left.

Before the vehicle was out of sight, she was already on the phone, leaving a brief message for her friend and suppressing the urge to tell him how stupid he had been. Despite being an expert at control, she still needed to take a deep breath and remind herself that he had free will to make his own mistakes. Several deep breaths later, she returned to the kitchen and coloured with her granddaughter. He had given her an incredible gift and she hoped that perhaps her phone call would be a way she could help return Sara to him.

So do we want flashbacks? Or just carry on and let the story unfold?