Title: Haunting Insanity

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. But I can dream, right?

Pairings: GSR

Rating: Right now, this is rated T, but that could change. Probably won't, but anything is possible.

A/N: This is only my second time posting a story on here, so I'm sort of new to this. This is not beta'd, so all mistakes are mine (hopefully there aren't many). This story can take place in between season 6 and season 7... I'm busy now with school, but I had this idea and just had to do something with it. Reviews are greatly appreciated!

The room seemed to suddenly drop in temperature, but neither of the bed's occupants appeared to notice it. The opened window could have fit for an explanation, but here in Vegas, it was pushing 90 degrees. The sudden clap of thunder might have explained why she jolted awake and upright, but they both knew that wasn't the reason. She was shivering even buried under the covers. Placing a shaking hand on his shoulder she desperately tried to shake him awake, "Gil… Gil, please wake up. Please...," she pleaded with his sleeping form. Grissom placed his hand over hers and turned over to face her. The fear gleaming in her eyes quickly rid his mind of the sleep- induced haze. Grissom sat up, and moved closer to her on the bed. He wrapped his arms around her and she fell into his embrace. She was trembling and whimpering slightly, trying to hold back the tears that were blurring her vision.

Rubbing his hand up and down her arm he spoke gently, trying to soothe her, "Shhh… Sara, its okay… Calm down. You're safe now, it was only a dream." But she didn't believe that. Her breathing was fast and irregular, she wasn't calming down. "Sara, you need to take a deep breath." Without realizing, she complied. "You have to let it out too," Grissom said after a few seconds where she didn't see to breath. She did as told again, but her vision distorted as she started to black out. As Grissom instructed her to take another breath, she suddenly couldn't breath. Her eyes fell closed as Grissom grabbed the phone from the nightstand. Quickly, he dialed nine-one-one.

Last night when Sara was on the verge of a panic attack, she was able to focus on what he was saying, and stop it before she would've blacked out. But this time was different. And it was all because of a case…

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