"Sarah! Sarah!"

Sarah sat up in bed, gasping to catch her breath. She looked around, disoriented to her surroundings. She then realized she was in Gibbs' guest bedroom, which was clearly not where she thought she was. The sound of her name being called out was so real. She desperately clung to the blanket as she tried to piece together the dream that woke her.

She climbed out of bed and walked down to the first floor where the fire in the fireplace had just gone out. Warm embers were still sitting in the base. She grabbed a blanket and sat near the residual heat of the fire. As she stared into the fireplace, she found her thoughts drifting back to the dream. It was definitely a female voice that called for her. It was Jess in her dreams again, she thought. She found herself dreaming of Jess calling out to her more often lately, likely due to the investigation. But this dream seemed different. She was back at the scene, but it was calmer. Less activity was happening around them as bullets whizzed by her. The figures across the way were starting to become sharper, more in focus. But she could still not make out the faces. She tried to make it clearer in her mind, but it kept going out of focus.

She was frustrated. This was probably the information her brain wanted her to know. Maybe even part of the reason Gregg wanted to talk to her and is now dead. After all, she was framed for his murder; that night had to be involved.

Her eyelids felt heavy as she wrapped the blanket tighter against her. She knew she needed to think clearly, but her lack of sleep was starting to catch up with her. She reached for a pillow from the couch and laid down by the fire, soaking in what little residual heat was left.

The next morning, Gibbs did not find her in the bedroom. He went downstairs to start some coffee and look for her but found her by the fireplace. He sighed and started some coffee before going to wake her up. She groaned as she rubbed her eyes. The sunlight from the window told her it was morning, and she had indeed fallen asleep by the fire.

"Good morning, Sare." Sarah yawned and rubbed her eyes. "Sleep ok?" She shook her head.

"Not really. It was a pretty rough night." She accepted the cup of coffee Gibbs offered her.

"Sarah, you might need to try something to help you sleep."

"What I really need is for this case to be over."

"Sare, you are not going to help with this case. I told you that before and that is not changing."

"I know. I know." She sipped her coffee slowly and sighed. "I just need answers. And it's like my dreams keep telling me something. I just can't figure out what."

Gibbs sent Sarah out of the bullpen to rest. He needed to distance her from the case. They had the fresh eye perspective, and her emotional attachment was starting to show. She wanted closure, and the team wanted to make sure they could give it to her.

She stepped into Abby's lab where she was immediately greeted with a hug. This took her by surprise initially, but she closed her eyes and rested her head on Abby's shoulder. She sighed as they stood in silence for a moment. Abby let Sarah determine the length of the embrace. Sarah eventually let go and stepped back.

"Thanks Abbs." Abby gave her a smile.

"You need it I go the air mattress set up in the back office for you. Go rest."

"You're seriously the best." Sarah started to walk toward the back office. She stopped at the doorway and turned around. "Abby, can you…?"

"I'm gonna stop you right there. Gibbs' orders are you are off the case. So no, you are not getting anything from me."

"Fine." Abby waited until she was back in the office to open the box of evidence on her workbench. She pulled out bloodied clothes and sighed. She pulled out the bullets and set the bags on the table next to the little girl clothes. She found files and CDs at the bottom of the box and set them beside her keyboard. She shook her head. She recognized the clothing from the video Sarah gave them to analyze.

"Oh Sarah, what happened to you back then?"

"Abby?" She looked up and saw Sarah standing in the doorway.

"Sarah. You are not supposed to see this." Abby put down the evidence and pulled off her gloves. She walked closer to the teen and blocked her from seeing what else was on the table.

"I'm sorry, I was just gonna ask…" She paused and tried to look around Abby to the table. "You know I have seen all of that before."

"Sarah, it's my turn to process. And your time to rest. And grieve."

Sarah chuckled. "It's not that easy, Abbs. This case has been my nightmare since that night." She felt her eyes water as she rubbed the back of her head. "I thought I was done crying." Abby opened her arms again and welcomed the teen into another embrace. Tears leaked out of her closed eyes as they stood in the doorway.

Gibbs walked into Abby's lab to see what updates she had. She had the evidence from the previous case Sarah worked on delivered that morning and he knew Abby would be working through reviewing all the previous evidence. He also wanted to check on Sarah and see how she was handling everything. He knew she would have a hard time distancing herself from the case, but for her sake he knew she needed to.

When he walked into Abby's lab, he did not see Sarah in the main lab. Abby was dancing to her music in her chair as she was working on some computer work at the station. She heard Gibbs walked in and turned around.

"Hi Gibbs! How's it going?"

"What you got?" He stopped at the computer beside her.

"Still combing through all this evidence from the CIA. Forensics have advanced since about five years ago so I am rerunning some of this to see if there is new information we can gather. Major Mass Spec is running some new samples right now. They still have to send me the digital recordings, but the tech I talked to at CIA was working on digitizing some of it and putting it onto discs for me."

"Sounds like good work so far, Abbs." He placed a Caf-Pow on her bench. She smiled and grabbed it for a sip. "Where is Sarah?"

"She's asleep in the back. Ducky gave her something to help her sleep. I almost couldn't get her to stay away from the physical evidence. I know this case is hard on her."

"I know she has a hard time stepping away from this case. But I am hoping we can find something new that she wasn't able to on her own."

"Me too, Gibbs. She deserves answers just as much as anyone else." She turned back to the computer screen to return to what she was previously working on. Gibbs walked over to the back office.

Sarah was asleep on a mattress pad, with a blanket over her and a small pillow under her head. Bert the Hippo was nestled in her arms. She was lying on her side with her hair falling across her face. Gibbs knelt and brushed the hair off of her face. She was sound asleep. Since the mix up with the FBI, he knew she was not sleeping well, and he heard her one night muttering in her sleep about the case before her dream woke her up. Whatever Ducky had given her had seemed to help her get some rest, as she looked to be deep in sleep.

Kate helped Sarah get extra blankets out for the spare bed. It was going to be a cold night, and the extra blankets had not yet been pulled out. Sarah removed some of the extra pillows and sat on the edge of the bed. She stared at her lap and brushed her damp hair back. Kate saw the pain in her features. They had a hard time keeping her away from the investigation that week. She was trying to share what she knew and see what she missed, but each time, the team had to shoo her away. Because of the arrest and how she was framed, no one wanted her to be alone. So every night, she stayed at someone else's place, much to Sarah's disdain.

"I don't understand why you guys won't let me stay in my own place."

"Right now, it is dangerous. Someone is framing you for murder. The FBI arrested you this week. Doesn't that worry you?"

"I have been through much worse. I can take care of myself." She covered her face with her hands and rubbed her eyes.

"That is not the point, Sarah." Kate sat down on the bed next to her. "We are worried about you. About what is going on."

"Kate, I keep stressing on what is going on, about what I cannot remember from that night. But the more I stress, the more anxious it makes me. So, I have to stop. And I can't keep being treated as the victim here."

"What do you mean?"

Sarah sighed and looked up at Kate. "That night, there is something that it is like my brain is trying to tell me. Something I cannot remember. And it could be crucial to all of this now." She groaned in frustration and tangled her hands in her hair.

"But that does not mean we leave you alone in this. Let us be the ones looking with fresh eyes. You said it yourself, the more you stress, the more frustrated you get with this. We are not trying to treat you like a victim, but you are a witness in this. And if someone went through the effort to frame you, someone is clearly after you. Whether it is related to that old case or not."

Sarah sighed and nodded. "You're right. You are always right, Kate. Ugh, this case just makes me crazy." She looked back up and chuckled. "Before all this, we had plans for the spa. And now look, I'm on lockdown." Kate wrapped her arm around the teen.

"What do you say we put on a movie and do some face masks tonight? Do a girl's night in instead?" Sarah smiled.

"Yea, I like that."

"Come on." Kate stood up and offered her hand. Sarah accepted and joined her in the bathroom to look through the supplies she had.