This is supposed to take place during the season finale. I got the idea after I saw them about to shock someone. Hope ya like!
Grissom looked on through the hospital glass as they shocked a member of his team. The doctors and nurses were in the way so he coudln't rightly see who it actually was. Getting oddly impatient, he began to try standing on tip toe but they finally moved. That is, they moved so they could get a defibrillator. He sucked in a harsh breath as he saw which part of his precious team was on the gurney. Sara Sidle.Grissom, now basically pushing his face against the glass, watching in horror as they charged the paddles.
"Charging 200. Clear!" yelled one of the dooctors before they shocked her chest. Nothing changed.
"charging 300. Clear!" he yelled again. Still, nothing changed. Grissom felt a tear go down his cheek and a hand on his shoulder. He barely turned his head and saw Catherine Willows standing next to him.
"Gil, she'll be alright." she tried to assure him. He nodded but didn't even believe himself.
"Charging 360. Clear!" the same doctor yelled.
"I've got a pulse! It's weak, but it's there." One of the nurses said before putting an oxygen mask on her face to help her breathe.
"Good. Keep it steady. As soon as the OR is ready, we need to get her upstairs and get this bullet out." Almost 60 seconds later, they were wheeling Sara out of the ER and to an elevator.
Catherine said something, he was sure, but Grissom couldn't hear her.
He couldn't hear anything. And it wasn't because he was losing his hearing It was because he might be losing Sara. She lead him to what looked like a waiting room where Greg Sanders, Warrick Brown, and Nick Stokes all sat.
Warrick had his head in his hands and seemed to be crying and Nick was saying something to him, obviously trying to calm him down. Greg just looked as if he was numb with pain and disbelief. Grissom sat down next to him, but Greg's gaze never moved from a random place on the floor.
Catherine sat down and put her arm around Grissom. "Grissom. I'm telling you. She'll be completely fine."
"If she can make it out of surgery." Warrick said bitterly.
"Hey! Don't think like that. Don't put negative stuff out there.
All it will do is make you feel worse." Nick told him.
"I don't think I possibly could." he said, prompting another answer from Nick and even one from catherine.
"Will you all shut up? Don't you realize that Sara may die on that table? She could be gone forever and you really think she'd want us all to be sitting here fighting? Yea, no wait. She just loved it when we all never got along." Greg said sarcastically at the end before getting up out of his seat and walking out.
Grissom secretly envied him. He could walk out, express how he felt and Greg seemed like it never bothered him. Grissom on the other hand,
He'd had trouble with that in the past. He took a deep breath, touched Cath on the shoulder and they both got up and walked over to a seperate part of the room. "Cath...if she dies...if I don't get to speak to her again..."
"You've realized it haven't you?" she asked, looking at him sideways.
"Realized what?"
"How much you care for Sara."
"Catherine..."
"Don't even start it. Do you remember the time we talked and you told me what she had said." She started before Grissom shook his head. "You said that she said, 'by the time you figure it out, it really might be too late.' Don't you think this might be kind of what she was talking about."
"No.I don't think she ever pictured herself getting shot."
"Grissom. I'm serious. You need to talk to her about this. I mean, think about how you're feeling right now when you know you might lose her forever. Isn't there anything you'd love to say to her right now, if you could?"
He thought for a second. "I'd tell her that I didn't ask her to come to Vegas just because she was...is a great Criminalist. I asked because I felt close to her. I'd tell her that I wish I had said yes, that time she asked me to dinner. Because now I do want to know what could happen"
He sighed deeply. "I'd tell her I love her."
Catherine smiled sympathetically at her friend and touched his arm.
"I hope you get to tell her that.
"I hope I do too."
(A/N: Kinda short and sappy, I know. But hey...more later!)