Grissom is seriously injured while working a crime scene, and while the rest of the team come and go at his bedside, there is one constantly there. Why is Sara so intent of keeping a constant vigil at his bedside? Does she have reasons other than loving him for so badly wanting him to survive this terrible incident?
They had been called to a crime scene with a DB. Grissom was the first to get there, and he found that it was a rookie officer on watch there. He was pale white and trying his damnedest not to look at the body.
"Hey. What we got?" Grissom asked, pulling on his gloves.
"Uh..elderly woman..neighbour called it in. She'd not seen her for a while," the rookie replied shakily.
"Okay. You alright?"
"Uh...yeah...I think so."
"Breath through the mouth. It doesn't smell so bad," Grissom smirked as he crouched down and turned to the body.
He immediately noticed a white fiber beside the body, and he was just turning for his tweezers when he felt a sharp blow to the back of his head. He fell to the ground with a thud, landing in the blood beside the body. He was out cold for a moment, and when he opened his eyes he heard a gunshot. For a moment he wondered if it was himself, but he turned his head and saw the officer fall to the ground, blood pooling round his head. He tried to get a good look of the gun-man, but before he could register what was happening, there was another shot and he couldn't move. He looked down to see blood coming from his chest. He tried to shout for help, but it came out in a gurgle. Looking up at the gun-man, praying for some mercy, all he got was a twisted grin before everything went black.
Outside, Nick and Sara were just getting out of the Denali. They shared a horrified glance, bolting inside. Nick was first and saw the scene, shouting for Sara to go to Grissom as he pulled his gun from his holster, searching in vain for whoever had done this. When he found no-one and nothing to suggest the suspect was still in the vicinity, he joined Sara at Grissom's side. She was knelt down beside him, putting pressure on the wound, pleading with him to wake up, to talk to her, to stay with her.
"Damn..." Nick wiped the sweat off of his forehead with his arm, grabbing radio. "I need an ambulance...an officer and a CSI down...I repeat...an officer and a CSI down!"
"C'mon Grissom..." Sara whispered, tears forming in her eyes. "C'mon, don't do this to us..."
Nick glanced at her worriedly. He was scared as hell, but he knew that Sara and his supervisor had always had a closer relationship than anyone else on the team. They seemed to have some kind of connection that nobody else could work out. He knew she must be terrified, but then she was thinking of the rest of the team too...at least she wasn't too traumatised yet. There was nothing else that he could do to help Grissom that Sara wasn't already doing, so he jumped up and went to the officer, trying for a pulse, but he knew it was no-use. Gunshots to the head were almost always fatal and this one was no different.
"Oh, god, Griss...no," Sara's tears began to fall, dripping down onto Grissom's unmoving body. "Grissom, c'mon...wake up...stay with me..."
Before she knew it, she was being muscled out and the paramedics were lifting him onto a trolley and rushing him into the ambulance. She tried to climb in the back with him, but she felt herself being tugged back. She turned her head to see Catherine jumping up into the ambulance and heard her in the distance, telling her that she would go with him instead.
"Sara, are you okay?" Greg rushed up worriedly.
"Grissom...he's been shot..." Sara replied, sounding dazed and disorientated.
"I know, but are you okay? Are you hurt?" he looked at the blood on her hands.
"No...but Grissom.."she looked down at her own hands and saw his blood on them, and the tears began to fall again. Silent and warm they slid down her cheeks. She was terrified. They had only just figured it all out, and now he was going to be cruelly taken away from her. She couldn't cope with that. Not now...
So that's the first chapter finished. Please review to tell me what you thought. Thanks, Morgan.
