You were finally going into court after hitting a boy with your car while trying to help a person who was being ganged up on by a large group of people. Well, that's what you've been telling yourself the past several days. You've been having horrible nights' rest due to nightmares and waking up in the middle of the night because of the injuries you got from the people pulling you out of your car and beating you unconscious in the middle of a dark alleyway.

Not to mention the pain was agonizing, receiving the beating, the first week was hell. You could barely even move. It's been roughly about 14 days since the incident happened and you've been better. It still hurts but you've dealt with worse. Plus, you weren't allowed to skip court anyway.

You ran your hand over the bandage over the bridge of your nose and the bruises on your face as you thought about your life decisions. You loosened your tie a bit, you'd have enough time to fix it anyway. You leaned forward, holding your head in your hands as you rested your eyes, trying to mute the conversations floating down the halls and all the background noises.

You were brought back when you felt someone sit next to you. You peeked out of your hands, looking at Grissom. He sat beside you in his navy blue suit and adjusted his tie as he looked back at you, meeting your gaze.

"You don't look so good, have you had any water?" He questioned politely, speaking in that soft tone of his that made him almost impossible to ignore.