This is what I imagine happened after this whole case was over and finished:

(Please forgive the brevity of it...I am getting really tired, but had to get this down on paper!)

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Spoilers - Post "Committed"

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The overwhelming fears that had been suppressed for the last few days came over Sara in waves as she closed the door to her apartment. The painful stinging of tears that she’d bottled up inside her came free flowing from her brown eyes, staining her porcelain cheeks. Her heart picked up the same hurried, frantic pace it had been at when Adam was holding her hostage. Poor kid, she thought, even though he had threatened her life. His adolescense was more screwed up than yours was.

Pulling the gun out of the holster that lay underneath her vest, she grabbed her flashlight and did a sweep of her apartment. She was certain there was no one there, but after all of this, she was especially paranoid. Confirming to herself that all was indeed safe inside the Sidle domain, she turned on the stereo and set the kettle on the stove for tea.

Grissom. Out of all the things she remembered most, it was the look on his face when Adam had her trapped inside the nurses’ station. Scared. Mortified. Concerned. She was thankful he’d given her some space after she’d broken free. She couldn’t bear to look at him. The pain on his face was evident, whether he wanted to admit it or not. He had so sweetly come to her after a short amount of time and asked her if she was ok- if she needed him to call in a replacement. She almost wished she had told him yes, now that she was trembling from head to toe after the fact. But, had she done that, she never would have heard him call her ‘baby’. Sara was grabbing at straws here, and she knew it. He was, after all, only finishing the old quote. But the look on his face, the way he looked directly at her when he said it. It made her feel better.

She desperately wanted to close her eyes, but couldn’t. Too many dark images flashed before her eyes. This whole case, coupled with the memories of visiting her Mother at a similar institution, weighed on her as heavy as stone.

Grissom. He’d seemed genuinely concerned about her when she’d originally told him of her dark secret. Other than those directly involved, no one knew that, and she knew her secret would stay safe with him. It had actually felt good to talk to someone about it that wasn’t judgmental; who could see it all with fresh, unassuming eyes. Once again, he had given her something – his listening ear. Sure, it wasn’t exactly what she had wanted, but it was all he had to offer, and Sara was more than willing to take it.

As the kettle whistled that its task was done, Sara stood and stretched before making her way to the island that separated her living room from kitchen. Maybe you should go back and see Dr. Taylor – she helped you with the drinking thing – maybe she could help you work through some of this repressed anguish.

The knock on her door was soft; it sounded almost like it wasn’t meant to be heard. Cautiously, Sara peered through the peephole. Seeing the familiar face, she unlatched all three of the locks and opened the door.

Grissom stood there; still wearing the same clothes she had seen him in when he'd left her standing alone in the viewing room.

“Griss…what are you doing he..?”

Shaking his head, he raised his right hand to her face, brushing away the tears that had started to flow from her eyes. Gently pulling her into his embrace, his hand stroked her hair. “Shhh…” he said, slowly rocking her back and forth, his arms encasing her in his protective hug.

“Griss, I was so scared…” she admitted, finally letting her guard down.

“I know, honey…I know. So was I.”

FIN