Disclaimer: I don't own them.

Pairings: N/S

Author's Note: I'm BACK! (I know, I've said that before…) I am thinking about finishing my previously written stories (Entrapment, etc.. ) but they are on hiatus at the moment. I think I may have put them down for too long, and now I need to get back into them. Or at least try to…

This is something that came to me while I sat in bed, so here goes. This was spawned from SPOILERS about Sara in the upcoming episode: Committed.

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She's lying on her bed

Alone in the dark

Remembers what's said

Staring at the marks

She's in too deep

Crying herself to sleep

There's not much I can do

She's too far away

Sara leaned back against her car and sighed. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she thought about everything that had transpired. Shaking her head, she walked over to the patch of grass that lined the parking lot. Throwing herself to the ground, she let the tears fall.

Of all the cases she had ever solved, this one had to be the most stressful. She had never had a suspect turn on her like that. Ever. She was usually flippant with them. She had been able to diffuse them most of the time. In fact, every other time until now. Leaning back against the front bumper of her Denali, she sighed again.

Sara was so lost in thought that she had not heard the footsteps coming up behind her.

"Sara?" The familiar drawl made her jump.

"Nick." She said, not turning around. She was hoping that he would walk away without making her turn around to face him.

"So, are you planning on staying there or are you actually going to get out there are solve your case?"

"It's solved." Sara said, turning away from him even more.

"That was fast." Nick commented. "Even for you."

"Well, we had a speedier time in recovering a suspect." Sara said, sniffling.

Nick walked over to sit beside her. Crouching down, he got a good look at her. "Sara, what happened to you?" Blood had dried down the side of her face and bruises and cuts were evident on her face. Nick's eyes took in the bruises and marks that ran up and down her arms as well. "Sara, have you been to a hospital?"

"I don't know what happened really. And no, I haven't been to a hospital yet."

Standing up, Nick held out his hand. "Come on, I'll go with you. In fact, I'll even drive you there.

Yeah, Yeah

She needs her space

Whoa, Whoa

And sometime to think

I hope it's a faze

She's so out of place

And it's all thanks to you

So where will it end?

Sara accepted his hand. "Nick, I'm fine."

"No, you're not, Sara."

"Nick, at the hospital, they're going to ask questions."

"So, you're a CSI. They will figure that it happened on the job." Nick was watching her. Something that happened. Something that she obviously didn't want to talk about, whatever it was.

"I don't like people thinking I am inept at my job."

"Sara, that is the last thing that anyone would ever think about you."

Sara looked at him pleadingly. "Please Nick."

"All right… Fine." Nick lifted his arms in resignation. "But I think you're making a big mistake."

"I'm not Nick… I need to deal with this on my own."

Nick nodded and turned to walk away. His Denali was parked a couple of cars over.

"Nick?"

He turned at the sound of her voice. "Yeah?"

"Please don't tell anyone."

Nick nodded. "Tell them what?"

Sara smiled crookedly at him. Her secret was safe. For now.

All roads have their bends

I know you feel sleepless

Wishing for cupid

No it's not your fault

Stop blaming yourself

It was never your call

And I really wanna' help

Sara gingerly walked up the stairs towards her apartment. Whatever had possessed her to get a third floor walk up apartment was beyond her. She was regretting that decision with every fiber of her being. Her whole body ached and protested with every step. Getting to the top of the third floor Sara stopped for a moment to catch her breath. She wasn't sure, but she had some how managed to injure her ribs. That was the area that was the sorest of them all.

She walked down her hall, leaning against the walls for support. She was almost at her apartment when she saw a figure standing at her door. She knew instantly who it was. She turned around and started rapidly walking in the other direction. She got to the top of the stairs and looked at them. She looked behind her and then back at the stairs. She didn't want to have to do them again. She couldn't. Sighing, she turned back around and started the trek back to her door.

"Nick, what are you doing here?"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm here to help."

Sara was frustrated and tired. She was beyond arguing with him. "Fine. Come in. Make yourself at home. I need to get changed."

Nick looked at her tattered clothes. "Let me know if you need help."

Sara shot him a look as she continued toward her bedroom.

Yeah, Yeah

She needs her space

Whoa, Whoa

And sometime to think

I hope it's a faze

She's so out of place

And it's all thanks to you

Moments later, she emerged, a giant tee-shirt and sweatpants instead of her usually form fitting clothing. She had wiped the blood off her face, and all that was left were the abrasions. She walked toward Nick slowly. "I may need your help with a few things after all."

"Oh?" Nick said, trying his best at acting non-chalant, but failing miserably. "What did you need help with?"

"My ribs… They're pretty sore. I need you to wrap them."

Nick looked at her. "Are you sure you don't want them looked at by a Medical Doctor?"

"Nick, trust me… This has happened to me before. I know the difference between bruised and broken."

Nick sighed, knowing that she wasn't going to relent. "Fine. Sit down in front of me."

Sara sat on the ottoman that was in front of Nick on the sofa. She lifted up the back of her shirt and winced.. Her breathing became ragged from the pain.

Nick's hands touched her ribs. "Oh, Sara… What happened?"

Sara shook her head. "I don't want to talk about it."

Nick shrugged. "Fine."

Whoa, Whoa

Remember the good

Forget all the bad

She lives with her mother

But misses her dad

Sara winced as Nick wrapped her ribs tightly. She didn't want to have to go to the hospital. She was afraid to tell Nick that because of what happened, she was afraid of them.

"Sara, am I wrapping this too tight?"

"No." She said, sniffling. "It's fine."

"Sara, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" Nick asked, concern laced into every word. "What's going on with you? I know we haven't spoken for what has seemed like forever, but I'm here for you Sara. I want you to know that."

"I know Nicky… I'm just not sure if I'm ready to tell you what happened." Sara whispered the last part softly. She was tired. More tired that she had been when she had pulled triple shifts. "I think I just want to sleep."

"I'll be here when you wake up Sara. I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what happened. If that takes two days, than that's what it takes." Nick said, determinedly.

Sara nodded, too tired to fight with him.

Yawning, she started to get up. "I'll be down the hall in my room. Make yourself at home. There is a spare bedroom across from mine." Sara walked down the hall, lay down on her bed and fell into a fitful sleep.

Nick sat on the couch, flipping through channels on the television, keeping a trained eye on the hallway. She could hear her talking in her sleep, but decided not to intrude just yet. He didn't want to invade her privacy.

No it's not your fault

Stop blaming yourself

It was never your call

And I really wanna' help

Later

Sara woke up feeling worse than when she had fallen asleep. She could see the bright green numbers glowing in front of her and she cringed. She had slept for nearly half a day. She reached for a piece of paper on her night table.

Sara,

Went to the store… Your fridge was empty. Be back in an hour.

Nick

Sara sighed. She had forgotten he was staying here. She wasn't sure why. She could take care of herself. Staring down at her bruised arms. Or so she had thought. Slamming her feet into her slippers, she shuffled down the hallway. She could hear the bags rustling in the kitchen, and she knew that Nick was back.

"Hi." Sara croaked from the entrance to her kitchen.

Nick turned to look at her and swallowed. She looked worse than yesterday. "Sara."

Sara stared at him. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Nick swallowed. He wasn't sure how to put this delicately. "Sara… You don't look so good."

Yeah, Yeah

She needs her space

Whoa, Whoa

And sometime to think

I hope it's a faze

She's so out of place

And it's all thanks to you

"What do you mean?"

"Sara… your face… Didn't you put anything on your cuts?"

"I cleaned them, and then went to bed." Sara stepped into the kitchen and pulled out a stainless steel bowl. She gasped when she saw her reflection. "Oh my Gosh! I look horrible!"

"Sara… you're beautiful. This stuff will clear up."

"Well, I don't feel beautiful."

"Take my word for it, you are." Nick stepped toward. "Now, how are you feeling?"

"Fine."

Nick stared at her and waited for her to change her response.

"A little sore."

Nick nodded. "I called Grissom. He said he knew all about it and said that he cleared you for leave for two weeks minimum."

Sara's eyes flashed in anger. "You did what!"

"Sara, I just merely wanted to call him so that he didn't worry."

"Nick, he was on the case with me. He was there! He saw what happened. Of course he gave me leave."

Nick stepped forward. "Wait a minute, what do you mean he was there?"

"He was in the other room. He saw everything."

"And he didn't try to stop it?"

"Yes, he did!" Sara was getting more and more angry.

"Then what happened? How did you wind up with bruised ribs and black and blue everywhere else? How could he let that happen?"

"Because!" Sara said, her reasoning not making much sense.

"Sara, because is not an answer."

Sara glared at him. "Look… I don't want to talk about it."

Nick sighed. "Sara, talking about it helps. Whatever it is that happened to you is just that, happened. It's not going to happen again."

Sara stared at him defiantly. "How do you know? You weren't there. You didn't have your suspect turn on you."

"Sara, that's part of the job." Nick said, sitting down at her kitchen table. "That's what we are trained for. That's why we carry guns."

Sara shook her head. "Well, Nick, what would you do if your suspect was mentally unstable, and had you cornered in a locked room, and they were double your size? What would you do if they stole your weapon and held your own gun against your head?" Sara let tears fall from her eyes in earnest.

Nick stood up, his mouth open. "Sara… I…"

Sara silenced him by holding her hand out. "I thought I was trained to handle these types of situations, Nick. I really did. I was trained in hand to hand combat, but everything I learned went out the window when I was pinned against the wall." With those words, Sara turned around and walked back to her bedroom, closing the door behind her, leaving Nick staring after her.

Song: Faze, by Aselin Debison, (CD: Bigger Than Me) who is a Canadian songstress. I love this song!

Please R&R. I don't think this will be much more than a 2-3 part story… This is a first for me! I usually do longer stories ;o)