I do not own CSI and I'm afraid I'm fresh out witty disclaimer ideas. Anyway, CBS, by the slim chance you should read this…don't sue me please! Someone's already doing that. I hope you like this!! FYI: I have changed several details, but some elements from the episode are still intact.
"I took away the only person she ever loved. Now she's going to do the same to me."
"WHAT!!" Greg's voice boomed through the layout room, shocking everyone inside even more.
The implications of what Grissom had just said came crashing down on him like a rogue wave capsizing a ship. Only his words had capsized his heart. He let Sara into his apartment, shared his bed with her, now he finds out Grissom is having an affair with the woman he loves!
"GREG!" Grissom's voice yanked him out of his thoughts.
"What Grissom!" He snapped
"If you would pay attention, I would explain to all of you what I was going to before you interrupted." He glared Greg's way.
"Sara and I have never had a romantic relationship…you all just assumed that." He paused, taking in the sheepish looks and gestures from everyone.
"As you all know, Sara was a foster child. When I was 28, I married her foster mother. She was 13 at the time. A year later, we adopted her as our own child. Sara is legally my daughter." Grissom explained as four jaws hit the floor. The shock in the room was intense when they thought Grissom and Sara were a couple, now it was electrifying.
"So, why didn't you know about her father?" Greg asked, now somewhat embarrassed at his outburst.
"She never would tell me." Grissom stated simply turning back to the table, as everyone began to regain composure.
Somewhere in the depths of the dark Nevada desert, a red Mustang lay twisted and mangled on its top. Sara clawed at the dirt frantically with her pinned arm, doing anything to get free.
"Oh great!" She thought, hearing the cry of coyotes, then hearing their padded steps approach the window that her arm was stuck under.
She froze, hoping they would leave if they didn't see movement. Instead, they dug around the window, achieving more progress in a few seconds than she had in hours.
Thank you, God! She thought to herself as the coyotes dug nearly enough for her to free her arm…nearly. Some of her forearm remained trapped as the car shifted.
Could this be any worse? As soon as she thought it, she felt a drop of liquid hit her hand. That meant it was soon to be pouring.
"Alright, let's go over what we know again-"
"What DO we know, Catherine?" Greg broke down "It's a model of the desert scenery with one freakin cactus and a car stuck in the middle!" Greg began to cry, lifting the car up and tossing it across the layout room haphazardly.
"Greg, Look!"
Out in the desert, the rain was now pouring. It battered the landscape relentlessly as the wind howled and the night creatures sought cover. Underneath a certain red car, a brunette CSI was now fighting to free herself before she drowned while images of her team, mostly Greg and Grissom, flashed through her head. She had to live. For them.