I was tired, there was a major hail storm going on outside my bedroom, and those are my excuses for the story line being jumpy! I couldn't get it to work any other way!

I'm from Australia, so things may be spelt differently or called different names (eg, Mobile cell phone) I think it's just fair that I warn y'all!

I don't own CSI, but my birthday is near and…who knows! Hehe! Just George Eads would be nice…maybe if we all chip in… :)

Enjoy the story

Luv

Em!

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Memories

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He couldn't remember much.

There was a scraping noise; a kind of keys-on-metal sound.

There was a rustle of leaves, or some kind of foliage.

There was a smell of burning rubber as he slammed on the brakes and veered too far to the left.

But that was all background fill. The only thing that stood out clearly in his mind was the petrified scream of the woman sitting net to him.

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They say your life flashes before your eyes just before you lose your life.

Sara Sidle now knew this to be true.

The only thing she saw as Grissom had swerved to miss a dog on the road was his face.

Gil Grissom was her life. And it was her life that she feared for as they rapidly sped out of control down a dirt cliff.

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"Honey?" he questioned into the silence that engulfed the now immobile car. He received no answer, "Sara? You OK?" again there was no response.

He couldn't see her, because his head had somehow become jammed between his seat and the window.

He tried to turn his head, but found that the movement only put him in more pain.

So instead of trying to see Sara, he tried to assess how bad him injuries were.

Well, his neck was going to need some serious physiotherapy, his left foot felt sprained, possibly a slight fracture, his face was felling a bit cut up, but apart from that he couldn't see or feel any really damage.

He tried Sara's name again, and again gained no answer.

His worry was growing. She was sitting in the passengers side, the side that got the full brunt of the crash.

He tested her name once more, this time with a response,

"Griss?" she managed, "What happened?"

He was so relieved to hear her voice, "Sara, we had an accident. Are you OK?"

He heard her moan before she answered, "I can taste blood," she paused and he could hear her trying to move, "And my foot's jammed somewhere between the seat and the door. It's cutting off circulation. I'm going numb."

'Dammit, dammit, dammit.' "OK, Honey, can you still move your hands?"

"Yeah, but my right one's a bit sore."

"That's OK, just move your left hand to the center console."

"Why?"

"I just need to be sure that you're with me" he said, moving his hand the blindly meet hers and discretely, so as not to panic her, he checked her pulse. It was slow and weakening and he knew they had to get out of there.

As thought to answer his plea, he felt his mobile begin to vibrate. With his hand not tied up with Sara's he pulled it free of his belt and answered it. He couldn't hold it to his ear as it was currently squashed between two surfaces, but he held it as close as he could to his mouth and spoke,

"Help us. We've gone off the edge of the I-15 about 10 miles out of Vegas," he felt Sara's grip loosening on his, "Sara's fading fast, please hurry." And without bothering to hang up, he let the phone drop out of his hand to the car floor.

"Sara, stay with me," he pleaded, "Don't close your eyes, Honey. Squeeze my hand." He felt a dull pressure on his hand before it fell from his grasp.

Tear began forming in his eyes as he tried desperately to find her fallen hand and whispered her name over and over again.

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"He's stirring."

"Shh…let him come to in his own time."

"You reckon he'll let me sign his cast?"

"Greg! How can you be thinking like that at a time like this?"

"A time like what?" they all turned from Greg to see Grissom slowly trying to sit up in his hospital bed, a grimace coming across his face, "I'm fine."

Catherine came forward and helped Grissom shuffle his pillows so that he could sit up, but still lean back.

"Uh, you're fine, but…um…" she paused and looked around at the group, who all nodded, "Um, Sara's not," she almost whispered.

Suddenly, the need to lean back was gone and Grissom sat bolt upright, "Where is she? What's happening? Can I see her?" he pulled off the white sheets of the bed and tried to stand, at once seeing the cast that bound his leg.

"Dammit"

"Gil," Catherine started, helping him back into bed, "There's no point anyway."

"Man, they even closed off the gallery," Warrick piped in, "They don't want anybody to see this one."

"But why? Her foot was only stuck, sure, it was going numb, but you guys got there in time; it shouldn't be a problem."

Catherine lowered her head and Nick saw that she was in no shape to answer, so he stepped up.

"Uh, you know that steering wheel lock thing you use?" he didn't wait for an answer, if he didn't say it now, he never would, "Well, in the crash, the cap must've come off, and you know how sharp it is underneath. Um, Sara's foot wasn't going numb because it was stuck, it was going numb because her leg was impaled on the thing…and her head was pretty banged up." He sat down and lay his head in his hands. Saying it had made it real. Sara had lost a lot of blood and there was no guarantee that she could make it. He didn't mention this part to Grissom, no one did; they all just watched as he leaned his head back, not caring about the pain his own body was in.

"When will she be out of surgery?" he finally inquired, breaking the silence, "When can I see her?"

"She's been in there a few hours. It's hard to say how much longer the doctors are going to need. Sorry," Greg said sadly when no one else volunteered an answer.

Warrick looked down at his watch, "Ah, look, I have to go, Tina's expecting me home."

"Yeah, Linds…Linds needs me to drop her off at school."

"We best be off too," Nick said, gesturing between himself and Greg, "Um, call us when she gets out. OK?"

"Sure," Grissom found himself nodding despite the cracking and popping noises his neck was making.

He watched as his team filed out of the morbid hospital room…and then he waited.

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So, this was gonna be a oneshot, but I decided to split it in two, coz I'm tired and can't be bothered writing out the rest right now! Lol! We all know I'm lazy, so let's move on! Haha:)

The next part should be up soon.

Em

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