Savin' Grissom
A/N: This is my first entry into the CSI fandom. I am an avid shipper and just love GSR!!
I don't own them. Although I wish I did. If I had Sara would never have left. You, my lovely readers, will learn quickly that in my universe, the episode Goodbye and Goodluck never happened!!
This story takes place sometime between Nesting Dolls and Grave Danger in Season Five.
The crime scene was relatively quiet except for the voices of the officers and the sounds of tires slowly coming to a halt next to one of the various black and whites lined up along the curb. The doors of the black Denali opened and out stepped three members of the graveyard shift of the Las Vegas Crime Lab. Each grabbed their kits from the hatch of their vehicle and proceeded to the crime scene. The officer assigned to the perimeter lifted the crime scene tape for the CSI's to pass through to the crime scene.
"Ok, Jim, what've we got?" Gil Grissom, the nightshift supervisor, asked as they approached the house.
"One dead. Sean Kyler, 28. Multiple stab wounds. Blood everywhere although it looks like too much for just the one body that is in there."
"Paramedic's attempt to save the victim?" Sara Sidle asked the police detective.
"Yea, but he died about thirty minutes ago, but we are still waiting on the Coroner." he answered in his usual gruff manner.
"Sara, could you check on the ETA for the coroner, please?" Grissom asked looking at her.
"Sure." She replied stepping away to call dispatch on her radio.
"Other than that the scene is yours." Jim said.
"Ok, well, Nick, start processing the area around the body, Sara and I will start with the perimeter and work our way in."
"You got it, Gris." Nick Stokes replied heading inside the house.
Sara had stepped back by this time, "Dispatch got a hold of David. He's finishing up at another scene right now and we're his next stop. He said it would probably be about an hour before he could get here."
"Guess that will have to do. Come on, we're starting on the perimeter and working our way into the house." Grissom began walking toward the house, then stopped and looked at Jim Brass, "Oh, Jim, have your guys cleared the perimeter?"
"My guys indicated that they had searched the house and backyard and found nothing else save a lot of blood both in and out of the house."
"Great."
Grissom and Sara proceeded to walk around to the east side of the house, there was a cement sidewalk running from the front walk around to the back of the house. As soon as they stepped on the pavement their flashlights revealed the trail of blood drops leading to the back yard.
"Well, let's see where this will lead us." Grissom said slowly following the drops.
"Whoever it was, wasn't in all that much of a hurry. The drops are not only plentiful, but are quite close together suggesting that they were not in a hurry to leave the scene." Sara said.
"I agree. The blood drops would definitely be spaced closer together when moving at a slower pace, as evidenced here, and the reverse would be true if he were moving at a faster pace as in running."
They proceeded following the blood trail, each taking one side of the side walk. Sara was searching the outside of the sidewalk towards the huge rows of Red Tip bushes lining the edge of the yard, while Grissom took the side closest to the house.
"Not seeing much on this side of the walk. No blood drops, or pools, but a closer examination would still be a good idea." Sara stated.
"Agreed. Hey, Sara, look at this. The drops lead off the sidewalk here, right to this water spigot."
"Hmm…that's interesting. It looks like it was turned on recently too." Sara said coming to stand next to Grissom.
Both were searching the ground around the spigot, when Grissom spotted some physical evidence that may be associated with the crime.
"Well, hello." He said squatting down and reaching under the wound up water hose. "I think this may be our murder weapon." He stood back up, indicating the position of the knife to Sara, before snapping off several photographs.
As Grissom was standing back up, Sara noticed movement in the bushes behind them. At first she blew it off until a man charged out, knife already brandished. He was headed straight for Grissom. Sara without thoughts of her own safety shoved Grissom out of the way.
"Sara, what the…." He said regaining his feet and turning around to see Sara being shoved against the wall of the house, and a knife plunging into her left shoulder. The blunt force of the wall caused Sara to lose consciousness.
Grissom drew his weapon upon the suspect, "Crime Lab, drop the knife or I will shoot!" He yelled. His aim was dead on the crazed man's head.
The man stepped back from Sara allowing her to slip to the ground, looked at Grissom for a split second before he rushed Grissom. Grissom fired his weapon when the man raised the knife, and to Gil's credit, his aim was a good bit lower than previous.
Later Grissom would admit to Internal Affairs the fact he certainly wanted to kill the man, he knew excessive force was not an option in this case. One shot to the man's leg took him down. The man laid there on the ground, holding his leg, screaming.
Within moments, the area was swarming with police officers.
Gil was only concerned with one thing: Sara. He moved quickly to Sara's side. Her shoulder was bleeding profusely and she was remained unconscious. He grabbed his kit and took the small towels from the bottom of the kit and pressed them to her shoulder. He could hear the scuffle going on in the background as three officers fought to subdue the assailant.
"Jim, we need the paramedics back here!" Grissom said. Nick having heard the shot from inside the house made his way over to Grissom at the same time Jim did.
"Already called them." He replied, "What the hell happened?"
"Not really sure. Sara shoved me and when I regained my footing and turned to her, I see this idiot shoving her against the wall and putting a knife in her shoulder. Someone needs to see to his leg. I don't want him dying on us." Gil replied.
Jim nodded to two of his officers, who moved to assist the ones already engaged with the injured assailant.
"Jim?" Gil said.
"Yea, I'm already on it. Somebody's ass is mine. This area was supposed to be cleared. This is the fourth time in six months. Second time it's been Sara. Damn it!" He said walking off to find the officer who cleared the scene.
"Is she going to be ok?" Nick asked, worriedly.
"I think so, but I'm not sure. She's still bleeding and the blow to her head was severe enough to render her unconscious. We'll know more when the paramedics get here."
"I thought the scene was cleared?" Nick asked frustration evident in his voice.
"Jim is looking into that as we speak."
At that moment the suspect made a renewed effort to fight with the officers holding him down.
"Nick, go back to the Denali and get them the first aid kit. They need to get his leg bandaged at least. I don't want him bleeding out anymore than he already has."
"Damn right. He's gotta make it to trial so we can nail his ass to wall for hurting Sara and if he's the one who murdered that guy in the house, then we'll find all the evidence we need to convict him for life." Nick paused, "The last three times this happened at a scene, the guy got away."
Nick headed off to the truck to retrieve the requested kit for the officers.
Sara began to rouse a bit. Grissom rushed to her side.
"Hmm…oww…that hurts." Sara said lifting her head up.
"Sara!" Gil said turning his head back to her. "Take it easy. You've got a bad stab wound here. You're still bleeding."
"I can see that." She said looking down at her shoulder. "Ahh…this sucks." She finished slowly leaning her head back against the wall, which unleashed a set of fireworks behind her eyes. She leaned her head forward again.
"Oh…I think I am going to be sick." Sara leaned over and spewed out everything that was in her stomach.
Grissom held her hair, and noticed the huge goose egg on the back of her head. Probable concussion. That's why she's vomiting. He thought.
When she finished, she raised her head and Grissom handed her another towel for her to clean herself.
"Thanks," she said taking the towel, and wiping her face. "I am so sleepy."
"You can't go to sleep yet, Sara. We are still waiting for the paramedics to get here." He gently touched her cheek, stroking it with his thumb to get her attention. She was able to raise her eyes just long enough to look at him for a moment before she had to lower them or be sick again.
"May not have a choice." She replied her head bobbing up and down. His hand dropped to her neck trying to keep her conscious.
"Jim, where is the ambulance?" He yelled. Sara's condition had him extremely worried.
"They're pulling in now." Jim replied jogging back to Gil and Sara.
"How's she doing?"
"Not good. She's trying to lose consciousness again."
Jim leaned down to Sara, "Hey Cookie, you gotta stay awake for us."
"Jim?" She said raising her head again and fighting to keep her eyes open.
"Yea?"
"Like you, your guys not so much," she groaned.
"I know. There's going to be hell to pay this time. But don't worry about that right now. You just rest." Turning to Grissom he continued, "Gil, I need your weapon. You know the drill."
"Yea, it's just a good thing I was carrying it." He said reaching down with his free hand to un-holster his weapon, and handed it to Jim.
"Thanks. Don't worry about the board. It's a good shoot. Just take care of Sara."
"The shooting board has never been high on my list of concerns." He replied, seeing Nick over with the suspect he called to him.
"Nick!"
The younger CSI came running over after handing off the first aid kit to another officer.
"Yea, boss?"
"I'm going to go with Sara to the hospital. I want you to tape off this area, and begin processing the original scene. I'll be calling Catherine here shortly to come and help you. Days or swing will have to send someone to process this new scene."
"You got it, Boss." Nick replied turning away, and then he turned back, "Hey, Griss, could you call and let me know how Sara's doing when you know something?"
"Sure, Nick." The older man responded.
At that moment two paramedics came rushing up with their gear and stretcher. Gil was reluctant to move away from Sara, but didn't really have a choice. He moved and allowed the medics to get to her. They carefully pulled the towels away from the wound to gauge the severity of her injuries.
"Ok, it looks pretty deep and it's bleeding steadily." The medic, Dale, stated. Dale and his partner, Stacy, worked quickly to pack the wound to discontinue the bleeding before attempting to move Sara to the stretcher.
As they were working, Sara finally lost her battle to stay conscious.
Dale looked quickly to Grissom, "Damn, she's passed out. Does she have any other injuries we should know about?"
"She hit her head on the brick wall when she was attacked. She has a goose egg sized bump on her occipital lobe. She was slammed against the wall as she was stabbed." Gil replied.
Stacy gently moved Sara's head to get a better look. "Yea, we got a good bump going on back here and a little bit of bleeding, but it's only sporadic. Concussion is likely. Ok, Dale we need to get her out of here and to hospital. You ready to move her?"
"Yea. Grissom help us out here, since you're standing there. Stacy's got her head and shoulders, you get her middle and I'll get her legs."
"Alright." Gil replied.
"On 3 ok?" Dale asked. The nodding of heads was his answer. "1. 2. 3." They lifted Sara easily and in one fluid movement. Gil backed out of the way as they strapped Sara onto the stretcher. They quickly began moving her in the direction of the ambulance as another one arrived to tend to injured assailant.
"Give me a minute, Dale. I'm going with her to the hospital." Gil said stepping over to talk to the other medics.
"One minute. Then we are out of here, with or without you." Dale replied.
"Jake!" Gil called the medic stepping out of the newly arrived ambulance.
"Grissom. What's up? Who's hurt?"
"Sara. They got her loaded up over there. I'm going in with her. Do me a favor. The guy you're getting stabbed Sara. Take care of him. I'm personally putting his ass in jail."
"Got it. We'll keep him alive." Jake replied.
"Thanks, Jake."
"No problem. Let me know how Sara's doing."
"I will." He said as he headed back to the other ambulance.
"Hey, Grissom. What'd you do to him?" Jake called after him
"I shot him." He called back and he climbed in the ambulance and they headed off to the hospital.
"Idiot's lucky to be alive." Jake muttered as they headed over to the injured man.
Grissom's aversion to carrying a weapon was well known throughout the department, but what was just as well known was that Grissom was an excellent shot. If Grissom had intended to kill the guy, he would no doubt be dead.
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