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Eggless, Wednesday made her way into the lab and found a place to work. She had tried to at least keep up with the reading during her illness last week, but she definitely did not want to fall behind or miss anything due to her absence.

*Consider everything made up.* Past lessons are in her memories section. *g*

Maia came in and handed Sara her body farm paper. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

*She takes the paper.* Certainly, Maia.

Maia frowned slightly "Am I a selfish person Sara? I mean, do I act like I am better then everyone else?" Maia's voice was low so she would not be overheard.

You have never acted like that! *Sara's voice is equally low, but shocked.*

Edward comes in, prepared to make up ~~an assload of~~ missed classes.

Maia nodded slowly not meeting Sara's eyes for a moment. "Thank you for saying that." Maia met her eyes finally, her eyes sad. "I think I've lost my way somewhere Sara and I can't get back to where I was." Her voice almost a silent whisper.

*Edward is there for several hours before everything is made up.* ~~Check memories section for missed classes details.~~

Lost your way? What do you mean? *Color Sara confused, the shade is in today.*

Having suffered from dementia (http://www.mental-health-matters.com/disorders/dis_details.php?disID=30) during Drusilla's Abnormal Psychology class exercise, Wednesday chose that topic and spent an hour and a half relating the various symptoms and the physical and biological causes of most of them. Finishing her paper and hoping that it would be sufficient, she turned it in before hastily heading to town to pick up Hyde before making herself late to Sociology class.

((Wednesday is a freakish overacheiver. Why couldn't I have been like her in high school?))

Maia took a breath still looking at Sara. "I don't know. I don't feel like I did when we- the way I was then." Maia looked at the floor. "I just, I needed to hear that I am the same person that I was." Maia bite her lip "I feel like I am drowning ever since- I just feel like I am drowning." Maia looked up at Sara and shook her head. "I'm sorry I shouldn't its over with us and I shouldn't bother you with things like this." Maia stayed looking at her "Its just I loved you and I just- nothing feels right anymore. I guess I just needed you to reassure me, I don't know about what I just..." Maia can't put into words what she wants to say. "I just needed to know that I am not some terrible person I guess who destroys everything in my path."

You aren't. *Said without hesitation and Sara gently hugs her.* You are a wonderful person, Maia.

Tears sting Maia's eyes as she hugs Sara. She whispers "thank you" in Sara's ear and lets go of the hug slowly.

Anytime, Maia. *Said quietly.* If you ever need anything, my door is always open.

Grissom knocks on the lab's door, hovering in the doorway. "Are you busy? I can come back."

Maia nods and hugs Sara again, her face to the wall hidden from the students in the classroom, she kisses Sara's cheek. "I appreciate that darling. Thank you." Maia steps away from Sara, picks up her back pack and walks to the door.

Never too busy for you. *Said deceptively sweet.* How was the pig torching?

Grissom pauses, still hovering in the doorway ~~for fear of his own safety~~.

"You... heard about that?"

Something like that is a little difficult to miss. *still deceptively sweet*

"I suppose it is..." he looks at her curiously. "Part of my Death and Dying class. We've moved on to the section on unexplained, ummm, deaths."

"You...uhhh... look rather chipper, today."

Funny, Grissom. Very funny. Warrick tell you to do that? *By now, her shoulders have started to shake.*

"Did Warrick tell me to do what?" He asks with so much fake sincerity it's kind of funny.

*Her shoulders stop shaking and she seems to be calm.* Never mind--is there something you needed?

He hands her a fifty dollar bill. "He sent the bet by money order. Only fair you should get half," he says with a smirk.

"And yes, I did. I keep asking you for favors... you know what? Nevermind. I'm all set. You probably have a lot of work, I should go..."

*She gives him a dry look.* Tell Warrick he owes me another hundred and he will know what I'm talking about.

*She sighs.* Grissom, we've been over this. What do you need?

Grissom looks in her eyes, and realizes she isn't bluffing. He's going to need to call Catherine to do some reconnaissance.

"Right...

I have my first appointment in the clinic on Friday. I read that it can help with the pain of the infusion if you wrap the arm in warm compresses after the treatment. But I'll be down an arm," he says with a sharp humor in his tone. "I thought maybe if I came by in the afternoon, do you think you could help fasten them for me? I've constructed a few models - one that ties, and one that snaps. Whatever's easier for you, if you are going to be around, that is."

He looks phenomenally uncomfortable appearing weak in front of her, and relying on anyone for anything.

*She only smirks, not giving any further hints.*

Of course I'd be willing to help you with that. What time is your appointment?

"I'm going in during the morning, and it will take a few hours... I'm not really sure of exactly how long it will usually be, until I actually get through the first one. I'm sure they'll monitor me for a little while, so sometime in the early afternoon I'll be back in the dorms. Noon, maybe one? I can call ahead, if you want..."

He's rambling. Good grief.

I'll come check on you after my Physics class, then. Calm down. *She's smiling gently.* Honestly, Griss, this isn't a problem.

Contemplating what this would be like if Sara wasn't in Fandom, he takes a deep breath and listens, trying to follow her lead.

"Well, I appreciate it. Thanks."

*They seem to find each other, whether they mean to or not.*

Have you told the others back in Vegas about this? Greg sounded concerned the last time we talked. *The question is hesitant.*

"No," he admits. "There's no need to worry them unnecessarily. They're still short-staffed, and..." he stops, knowing he's only digging himself into a deeper pile of lame excuses. "No, I haven't. Catherine called while I was ill, however, so no doubt she told the entire staff I had the flu."

If she calls me--don't give me that look, she cares about you if nothing else--what do you want me to say? *Giving him the choice--only not really. Sara won't lie. And he knows that.*

"I don't know," he shakes his head. "I was attacked by zombies?"

You're being treated for a serious illness, it is. Any other information is strictly between you and your doctor, *she interprets without missing a beat.*

"Or you could just cut her off and ask her a question about herself - that should keep her occupied until you can get off the phone."

*She snorts.* Since when do Catherine and I engage in small talk? That'd make her more suspicious than anything.

"I was weighing her naturally suspicious nature against her desire to prattle on about the intimate details of her life to anyone within earshot," he smiles.

"I'll e-mail them all tonight, okay? And if anyone calls you, tell them anything you'd like. You don't have to be vague... you don't need to keep anything from anyone. I'd never ask that of you." His gaze is serious, and he intends for her to understand he means that beyond just this situation.

Normally that would work, but she knows I care as much about her life as she does about mine. *Old bitterness behind the words before the tone is dropped.*

*She nods.* Thank you. I appreciate that, more than I cna say.

He looks a bit saddened that Catherine and Sara always seemed to have some sort of tension. He admires them both for their strength, and cares about both women deeply, and it frustrates him that Catherine's behavior on several occasions had caused a rift between them.

"And I'm sorry I never made that clear, before. I should have."

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